The Hobsters! (nicola&nomnoms)

Rashta had yet to notice Addison. Even if she had, the words Rashta said next probably wouldn't have been any different. "Excuse me?" she asked in her friendly, shy voice. Anybody who heard that type of angelic voice usually would step out of the way, maybe even say sorry for bothering her (if they were decent) but paired with Rashta black eyes, and the predatory looking, 'sweet,' smile on her face might change a persons mind. The fifteen year old girl cleared her throat and was about to try to pass, when she finally saw the girl marching down the street. So he isn't decent--and hes got a friend. Not once did Rashta think the other girl had come to help her, all she did was start to back up.

Ever since she had reached around eleven, Rashta had started to et panicky looks in her direction. Child-robbers and killers weren't too uncommon, as an orphan would go to extremes to get some food. Rashta couldn't count the amount of people who had paled when they saw her, backed up, or ran away all together. Not many times did they confront her, but when they did it was usually to ask her to join a gang o whatever. Long ago she had decided to dye her hair blonde, get some contacts and train her face to be cute, not feral. Today was a day when she wasn't sure whether her look was helping or hurting her. Better to be safe than sorry... she thought as the teen backed up even more.

ooc- ^^ sorry tis taking long time, but I'm posting in numerous threads ^^

Rashtas looked paler, her black eyes showed panic edged with disgust, and she looked a whole lot smaller than she had before. Rashta seized her chance to get away, she started to run--

In the wrong direction... what was she doing? Running at the boy, Rashta feigned going the the left than turned herself toward his right, before following through with throwing herself at his left side. If it wasn't enough to knock him over, or at least something,g Rashta prayed the the girl who had been behind him knew how to fight. She still couldn't figure out why the heck she hadn't run away. A distraction caused by the other girl was great for her, and Rashta was a fast enough runner she could make her way home to her older brother and other feral siblings before he could hurt her. Maybe it had been the girl, Rashta partially thought having somebody stick up for her had awakened a more courageous part of the teen. That or if she ran, the sweet girl thought she would end up hearing about a brutal murder of some brave girl who had been walking around at night.

Either way she found herself having attacked a guy maybe twice her size, and obviously fine with trying to hurt her. Rashta lashed out at him, using all her strength--a lot actually considering she was an illegal hunter. The whole time Rashta Delana-Danae Minthe let herself fall into her predatory, cat-like state. She was a hunter and refused to let some lowly beats like whoever this guy was defeat her.

Rashta knew if she made her move now, two things could happen. If she swung her legs into the guy, and pushed at him with her high-heeled boots, two things could happen. One was bad for Rashta, and the other was bad for the girl standing right behind him. Hopefully both would cause the huge guy pain. Rashta let herself dangle a second, hating the feeling of not having enough air, then kicked at him, aiming for the gut. What she hoped would happen, was he would double over, maybe even drop her. For good measure, Rashta kicked a little lower too. She had a feeling it was working too, because even though the guy was really strong, Rashta Foxface was cunning, fast, cruel (right now), and determined to live. At the same time she dug her nails into his skin.

The teen refused to let this murderer win, she refused to just die. Rashta screamed again and watched and the window of somebody across the street opened, then quickly closed. Cowards. If she died, she hoped they would be the ones to find her body. But I wont die... she thought with some desperation, Rashta was only fifteen! She couldnt die now... the teen kicked harder.