Soul Food [Ramina, Invite]

It was Lizbeth's day off, giving her time to be in the cities of the earth, her red hair waving in the scented wind as her ears twitched when the cold air washed past them. She had decided to wear her normal clothes, her jacket and jeans, with her adorable pink stockings barely visible due to the small slits on her knees through her pants, with her hood down to expose her entire flowing hair. She yawned, tired, like always these days, as she walked through the crowds of the East City movements. Her body, moving a strut as her hips went from side to side, her leather jacket rolled up to expose her lower stomach, about an inch of skin before her jeans belted on by her Crimson red tail which was wound up around her waist. Her face gave the look of a ferocious woman, strong and capable, meant to scare off any idiotic men who might dare approach the Half-Saiyan, while also making her visually appealing. She was off records, a non-native to these lands, conforming to the norms of human society as she had grown up in the woods, the sticks, but she enjoyed the change.

"Where is the nearest ice cream shop Nyan?"

The words would come out in an exhausted voice, light, and cutesy, as if she were the stereotypical loli of an anime, as she would stop against a cement wall, leaning while looking around. She was smaller the average, a measly five feet seven inches tall, making most people tower over her, or be about the same, making it difficult for her to try and find the spot she had been told about. She would sigh, obviously pissed, her fangs showing past her lips of her closed mouth, half of her wanted to calm down, and the other half, her Schizophrenic side wanted to just take a bite out of the nearest person's neck. her stomach growled, or was it her mouth? She couldn't tell, but judging from the people now scared, glaring at her, she noted that is was most likely her mouth.

"Damn it Nyan... When will I be able to eat today Nyan"




Ramina