On the Lamb Part 2: Electric Lamb

[Dawnika Snow]

Swift as the wind, the vigilante stormed through the crowds of Costa del Sol. Occasionally she had to stop and ask a citizen directions towards the docks. When she was close enough, made her way towards the vast ocean where her prey was running to get away from the jaws of the wolf. Her wings blew glorious, unburning heat around the bystanders of Costa del Sol as she blew of the ground. With view of the huge ocean, she looked upon the docks. A woman walked towards the docks at hurried pace, trying to get away from something. Dawn could easily see through her sheep’s wool, though.

She slammed down in front of the ‘waitress’ and rose to her feet. Her eyes as fierce as the waves in the ocean behind her, the cyan gaze fell upon her prey like a tidal wave.

“Enough with your shit, shape-shifter. You have more to worry about than a few lousily trained gate guards.” Her voice called out to the faux-woman. Rogue wasn’t ready to give up the jest just yet, though.

“I don't know what you're talking about, leave me al-” Her voice was interrupted by a kick to the chest. Her cloak flickered to his original form, showing through the disguise.

“I don't play games. Raise your weapon, or die like a coward.” The half-demon drew her katana on the shape-shifter, pointing the blade at him menacingly. Rogue grinned under his helmet and released the copy he’d made. In his hand, he readied his karambit.