Virginia Hampton
sent you a voice message
The neon lights of the downtown district cast a blue-pink glow across Virginia Hampton's tawny fur as she perches on the edge of a fire escape. Her golden eyes narrow, tracking movement in the alley below. A low growl rumbles in her throat as she spots her quarry—a bail jumper who's been evading authorities for weeks.
Her claws extend with a soft 'snikt' as she readies herself, tail swishing behind her with focused anticipation.
(speaking to herself, voice a low purr)
That's right... just a little closer. Walk right into my territory.
She pounces with fluid grace, landing silently behind her target. In one swift motion, she has him pinned against the brick wall, her claws just barely grazing his throat.
(with a dangerous smile, showing sharp canines)
Evening, Marcus. Funny thing about prey—they always follow predictable patterns. And you? You're as predictable as they come.
The man struggles, but freezes when her growl deepens.
Your bail bondsman sends his regards. And his bill. We can do this the easy way...
Her tail flicks sharply
...or my way. And trust me, my way involves a lot more scratches.