Twisted says A solitary figure lingered in the shadows of one of the many alleyways in the city, its feline form nearly completely concealed by the darkness. Streetlights flickered ominously, the light trying in vain to banish the nighttime. Life in the city meant that nighttime was never quite as dark as it would be away from the brilliantly glowing skyscrapers, but in this run-down part of town where buildings were crumbling and violence was commonplace things were allowed to remain a bit darker, even if just because of a lack of maintenance. Dogs barked at the shadow as it crept from place to place, and the feline lifted her head to tilt toward it curiously. A low laugh, a female voice but once distinctly cracked, lifted up from the creature. She prowled out on silent paws to sit in the flickering light of the streetlamp, her form illuminated to reveal a rather patchwork panther, her body made from fabric but blood still staining it where giant pins stabbed through. Her stitched mouth curled up into a cheshire-like smile as her ears flicked back to pin against her skull. "Oh don't be so timid my little precious..." she hissed, her voice rough as the shadow beneath her flickered to life and leapt onto the building as well, alive by its own right and snapping its jaws down on the claw that emerged with a twisted laugh before it flickered away and reappeared at the patchwork panther's feet. "Come out and play properly if you're going to so rudely invade my territory."
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