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 teilt, split 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 gürtel 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. oder maybe I'l give Du 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 Favorit 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 baum 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 rock and tank she re-tied her hair into one pony 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 abendessen she took her portion and sat on the couch watching her Favorit TV show. Castle.
The door opened and closed. "I saw Du went out on your patrol are Du okay?" her father's voice wrung though the living room. "I'm fine" I growled. One of my few Friends sagte I should cut him some slack. but if Du 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 sagte I was fine. abendessen is on the stove" I seethed. He retreated to the küche and I thought I was finally done.
"SO how was school angel?" he smiled. oder not. 'it was fine" I watched him in a way I watched an annoying person wriggle on the floor laughing. "you know Amara Du should bring your Friends around Mehr 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 sagte trying to keep up his pride. "Your always drinking oder Küssen 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 Du 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 sagte she hated her dad I never sagte 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 Du have to accept that" he sighed.
"I have! My problem is that Du 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 Du don't like her but Du can't call her that" he snapped back. "So what are Du going to do Du can't stop me!" I growled. My canines sharped. I needed to kill something. A rabbit oder a mouse. Anything really.
"Amara! Go to your room!" he yelled. "Gladly!" I stormed up the stairs leaving my half eaten abendessen 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 oder the Joker oder any of those villains Von my self. I knew I would get my arsch 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 Du seen them! They are all like near 5 ft 8 oder 9 oder 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'
Volt!
