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Ursula sat on her brand new motorcycle - something she had got herself as a gift to make herself feel better - and smirked as she watched all the people walking in and out of the different areas where the people were partying and celebrating, walking in and out of stores and shops, all doing what they want because today was a national holiday and they wanted to get drunk, party and do gods knows what. She kicked the kickstand down to her bike and got off the powerful vehicle, her legs still vibrating with its power. She smirked at the wicked thought that danced through her mind as she walked down the street, careful to stay away from any dirt and dirt where people were.

She hated killing innocents, it was something she tried to avoid, but if it was that or break the masq, she would take their lives. But she'd do it the slow way, she'd pull her gloves off and make them sick, to sick to talk, poison them so that it looked as though it had just come on. It made the people that talked just sound nuts. There was a sweetness to watching the energy drain from those that she touched, watching as their skin turned green or yellow, watching as their veins grew weak and popped, watching as their eyes turned hallow and dead. She hated to admit it, but she loved the kill, she just didn't love killing the innocent to do it. Everything you do comes back times three. It was the rule of Karma.

As she thought about this, she didn't notice that she had stopped walking, that beneath her the weeds - slowly as they were - were starting to grow until she caught the sight of her shadow move past her. She looked down and sighed, kicking her foot over the growing weed and continuing on, glancing around to make sure that no one had seen what was going on both with the weeds and her shadow who, for the most part, behaved itself and acted as a shadow would. Only if **** was going down would that shadow lash out and attack or vanish completely to go in search of Ursa's wraith uncle - Shadow.

She walked into a shop and glanced around, there were tons of people standing there so when another person came in and shoved her into a red head in front of her, she turned and gave a warning growl to the person, scaring them off and out of the store before she turned back "Sorry, people are ******* lunatics tonight." She grumbled.

The redhead that Ursa had been force into rounded on her like a viper, causing Ursa to to move her head back ever so slightly before she straightened once more and slid her hands into her pockets so that she didn't hit the woman with a strong right hook. It was so very tempted though when the woman acted like a child and called her all sorts of names. She waited for the woman to end her rant before she responded, her eyes shifted with her anger, going from blue to gold. "Yes, I am a *****, thank you very much." She said trying to keep her voice calm even though she was sure that the anger was clear in her wolven eyes. Ursa then moved her hands to clasp behind her back, another attempt to keep from smacking the woman, but at the same time, she also was easing the red leather gloves she wore to keep from weakening or killing those whom she touched and slid them into her back pockets.

"I have no control over who pushes me into someone else. I have apologized once already, I won't do it again. If you have a problem with that, then by all means, when you are up there, make sure you pick up some Midol." She said with an icy calm voice, her father always told her that there was no point in raising ones voice, the only time she would raise her voice was when she was calling to the spirits, when she was summoning and casting spells. She blinked and in that moment, her wolven eyes returned to her normal icy blue and she plastered on a smile. "You're up." She said as she nodded to the register in front of the woman.

The woman smirked and that made Ursa's hair stand on end. Then she glanced around and watched the people, listening about how her eyes 'magically' turned colors. Obviously these people failed in science where people with heterochromia were known to have eyes that changed different colors. She waited until the woman turned and disappeared before Ursa smiled sweetly to one of these people and calmly told them about how she had this genetic condition and that she liked to call them mood eyes because the trait only kicked in when her adrenaline was running high - like in the instance that someone would attack her for no reason at all. Thankfully, the lady she spoke to believed her and turned back to turn to her friends. Ursa was quite sure she heard something about the X-Men movies but ignored it. Her own sibling had gold eyes and walked around with them all the time, as far as she knew her sibling never got called out for it.

When the the chick that rounded on her earlier reappeared and walked out with that same annoying *** smirk as well as blowing her a kiss, Ursa had the urge to roll her eyes, instead she smiled sweetly to the woman because unlike the tramp walking around a city in nothing more than underwear and heels in 20 degree weather, Ursa was in something more fitting for the cooler Canadian summer, a red, loose-fitting shirt that was for the most part hidden by her black leather biker jacket that she wore not only because road rash sucked, but she didn't want normal people to brush against her skin and suddenly end up sickly. She reached into the pockets of her matching black leather pants and pulled out the red leather gloves that she normally wore, putting them back on so that she could touch things without causing them to wilt or rust just as the hooker walked out of the store.

Like the chick before her though, she too flashed the silent indication that told him that she was in need of the more private stock, and like the harlot, he walked her into the back room out of the prying eyes of the mortals and mundanes. When she exited not only the private room, but the shop as well, she turned and started to head for her motorcycle, the partiers on the streets didn't pay attention to her, it was one good thing she liked about the powers she had learned from the shadow wraith. Then there was that lovely untraceable power she had picked up, of course she had not yet had a chance to really use it but she did have it active almost every day she could. She watched her the street as she walked, watching her shadow out of the corner of her eye, one hand resting on the grip of her sword.

Just as she reached her brand new motorcycle she heard the sharp pop then a loud hiss. Her eyes immediately traveled to her tire and there it was, a dagger in her front tire. She bent to get it and was surprised by the back tire going soon after, her eyes traveled to it and spotted yet another dagger. She closed her eyes, knowing that they had shifted again and willed herself to calm, even as she pulled the blades free. She tested their weight in her hands as she glanced to her shadow, she could see it slightly motioning towards the park and her eyes lifted. As she spotted the whore before she smiled wickedly and licked her rose red lips. Doing any power here was a death wish, even though a lot of her powers allowed her to bleed into the shadows and hide behind spells.

She pulled out her cellphone, stroking her bike for a moment with her free hand before she placed the daggers into the pocket of her leather jacket. If the ***** was going to harm her baby than Ursa was going to make some money of the weapons the whore had so willingly given her. Her eyes shifted around the block, she was so tempted to use the shadows to make things far harder for an attack because she knew this woman was older, winning a fight was likely bound to get her killed so instead she concentrated on her phone call.

"Yes, thank you... I'll be waiting." Ursa said moments later and then put her phone away and then slid her hands back into her pockets. Worse case scenario, she knew that she had parked close to a sewer, she could easily drop into there and then vanish and the woman would never be able to find her, especially once she tapped into her powers and made herself near impossible to track, plus the relic she kept on her hid her aura. Or at least, that is what Velveteen had told her when she had mentioned that she had found the thing.

As the harlot waved to her, Ursa rolled her eyes and then brought her hand up to those ruby lips, pressing three of her fingers to them before blowing a kiss to the chick, of course she ended said kiss with an added flipping of the bird. Then she glanced around and spotted the cafe near by she smirked as she headed into it, making sure to weave between humans ever now and then, sticking to the busier part of the streets. Then as she opened the door and pulled it shut behind her and turned to look out the window, spotting the woman in the park once again, she concentrated on the girl as she whispered a spell she mastered only a week or two into her new life because of a fight that had been going on between the head of her current line and his sire.

Claiming the cafe as her own, she smirked and then walked over to the counter, ordering a cup of black coffee for herself. There was no point in sweetening something that should couldn't even swallow. Still, it would allow her to stay in the building, she knew that at least for this night, she was safe from the woman, if the woman tried to enter she would be in pain, even die if the wraith she had been training with had been correct in its information. She kicked her feet up on a chair and looked out the window, waiting to see if the woman would try to enter the cafe in order to get to her. It would be all the more amusing if she did, she'd love to see how the woman took to not being able to get into a shop, not to mention how she would explain to all the humans coming and going that she couldn't go into the place.

She lifted the cup to her lips and pretended to blow on the hot coffee, both gloved hands holding the cup with a delicate touch that would look like to the humans that she was trying not to burn her hands but still supporting it. "Come and get me..." she whispered tauntingly against the lip of the cup with a wicked smile on her face.