this is her dad
4 other men turned the corner. "Well wadda ya know come here puppy" one clicked. 'puppy!? Grrr' she narrowed her eyes pinning her ears back and growled. Shifting into her human form again she smirked as their ice widened.
Ice blue eyes stared at them her long white hair blew in the wing. She had a black dress on that ended at her ankles and dividido, dividir down her legs just 4 inches after her hip (she has black short shorts underneath) long black boots ended a bit under where the dress split. A loose useless cinto, correia hung around her hip.
"She's pretty" one drooled. "Dude she's going to kill us!" one screamed. "I don't know about kill boys but maim I can do. Or maybe I'l give you frost bite to!" she smiled.
"Please what harm can she do we havn't even heard of her" the boss scoffed. She frowned. These crooks were getting on her nerves. Tracking them for a week was not her favorito thing to do and now they were insulting her!
"My name is tundra and be afraid" she held her palm out flat and shot out ice spikes into their feet. As cops arrived she shifted again and ran into the ally in a blur of silver fur.
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She reached the árvore outside her window and went back to human form. She climbed into her bedroom and changed clothing. Storing her uniform under floor boards. Wearing a black saia and tank she re-tied her hair into one pónei, pônei tail and walked down stairs. Her father wasn't home.
"Probably drinking at a bar and watching women pole dance" she scoffed angrily. Opening the fridge she took out the ingredients for dinner. Finishing jantar she took her portion and sat on the sofá watching her favorito TV show. Castle.
The door opened and closed. "I saw you went out on your patrol are you okay?" her father's voice wrung though the living room. "I'm fine" I growled. One of my few friends said I should cut him some slack. but if you give a man to much slack. He'll pull the rope from your hands.
"No your not its that a cut!" he rushed over. I twitched 'idiot' I did my best glare as inspected my arm. Yanking it away I clenched my jaw. "I said I was fine. jantar is on the stove" I seethed. He retreated to the cozinha and I thought I was finally done.
"SO how was school angel?" he smiled. Or not. 'it was fine" I watched him in a way I watched an annoying person wriggle on the floor laughing. "you know Amara you should bring your friends around mais often! I never get to see Cloe" he looked at me.
"that's cause your so embargoing and" I paused sniffing the air. "You were out drinking again argh! I knew it!" I yelled. "Amara don't yell" he said trying to keep up his pride. "Your always drinking or beijar that whore of a girl friend!" i clenched my jaw.
"Amara that is very rude!" he held a finger up. "Well she is! She wears those short and revealing dresses and kisses any man she sees! How could you do this to mom!" I yelled.
"Your mother has been dead for over 10 years Amara we can't put our life on hold for the dead!" he answered (i said she hated her dad I never said he didn't have reason) "You can't forget them either!" I retailed. "you still have her wring!" I pointed at him. "I still care for your mother but she is dead and you have to accept that" he sighed.
"I have! My problem is that you drink and your new girlfriend is a gold digging whore!" I snapped feverishly at him. We had fights like this often I couldn't stand my father.
"Amara that is enough! Stop calling Jenna those names. I know you don't like her but you can't call her that" he snapped back. "So what are you going to do you can't stop me!" I growled. My canines sharped. I needed to kill something. A rabbit or a mouse. Anything really.
"Amara! Go to your room!" he yelled. "Gladly!" I stormed up the stairs leaving my half eaten jantar behind.
I narrowed my eyes and sat on the floor. Family tension was running high of the late. After I turned 10 and found my powers I have been getting snappish. I blame the wolf. I had dominated the playing field between our fights since I had the power to back it up.
Of curse I wasn't stupid my dad and small crooks I could handle. I lived in a small town after all. If I challenged the justice league or the Joker or any of those villains por my self. I knew I would get my bunda whipped.
I still didn't have full control over my powers really. My canines sharpened when i got made and I would growl sometimes. The worst though was when I felt corned then I felt the need to shift and kill the person cornering me.
My dad was no threat. He knows of my powers. He knows not to touch me when I'm in a pissy move. If he didn't he would have lost a limb. The fucking football players on the other hand did scare me.
I mean ave you seen them! They are all like near 5 ft 8 or 9 or 6 ft. Motherfuckers are scary as hell! Cheerleaders are some pains to. Most are the stereotype cheer leaders. There are a couple I can talk to with out nearly dying of anger.
That's her hero out fit
'Her Black pumps made an Echo'
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