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More akin to a hired gun than a member of the warrior pack.
The Costa Rican woman glanced at Rio as left.
"She is cheerful as always." Her voice was low and she winked at Raul.
Then those brown eyes met Simon's at his words.
"I'm on my bike." Her lip curled up. +
A delightful smile spread.
"You are gonna have to hold on, I'm a wild rider." She took his hand, and they made their way through the bar to the door. Stepping out into the Miami night, heavy with the humidity and weight of the heat, she straddled her bike and slipped on a +
weathered his breif ire all the same. Not a flinch, just a cool flat expression that almost seemed annoyed. She never saw herself as one of them. Never would. She was an ally, an outlier to this close knit pack. No delusion of kinship fogged her mind. Her place was set. +
She weathered the indignation with a serene countance that always pissed the black fury off even more. Rio couldn't get under her skin. It was too thick and the barded words of some meathead didn't change a lick of how she viewed herself.
When Simon snapped at the two, she +
She was a woman of beauty that was never in question. But her gait and posture spoke of contained violence. She was like a tiger pacing in a cage. Ready to burst into sudden violence.
She had long silky black hair, and tanned skin. Her features were sharp and +
Those lips curled into a smile.
“She is a bit of name in the community. Some licks were very eager to sing her praise. She is young.” Her eyes moved to the rest of the pack for the first time.
“But the elders of the Sects, they fear her. For good reason apparently.”
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