Don't Run

Pecking Order

Alona was going about her business normally, walking to their lunch table, when all of a sudden, the Panther jock stuck his foot out in the isle. He was determined to bully her, probably to win brownie points with Damien.

Tripping on it, she was prepared to take the fall, but a strong hand caught her arm.

She looked up into the green eyes of Lucid, surprised. Fear leaking into her features.

"Watch it!" He growled and passed her along behind him like an insignificant insect, his ears went back, and he glared at the Panther as he kept walking, taking a small lunge at him. The smaller cat flinched, and his ears bent flat, as he shrank into his seat and looked petrified.

She kept moving and made it to the table. When she sat down her body shivered. Michelle suddenly grabbed her hand tightly and said seriously.

"Be careful of that one Alona. Jaguars are the strongest Big Cat. His name is Lucid." She squeezed her hand hard, as if in warning.

"Avoid him at all costs. He is Damiens rival. Where there's one, there's the other, understand?" She sounded scared for herself more than anything.

The Leopard would just let Alona be abused if she really knew what was happening. And that infuriated her. The Witch had to calm herself. She didn't need to rush these things. It had only been a short time since she came here. Something like this takes a while.

Her eyes went big. And she took a hard gulp. Looking like she was trying not to cry. She nodded. And Michelle let go of her hand. The bunny looked down at the table.

The image she was drawing with these people was a dire one. And it would make all party's feel bad by the end.

Except Alona of course, she was elated with her trickery. This was her personality after all.

Her disposition was the wicked result of people constantly belittling and underestimating her, when she was in fact a gifted intellectual.

Ever since she was a child she was treated as a dumb and cute Bunny. But that was ok. She didn't mind being two faced. She loved it even.

The Rabbit just pretended to be who you thought she was. Until you cared to really figure it out.

She never claimed to be the hero.
Nor the villain.

When lunch was over Michelle had everyone skip class with her. They went back to her house and smoked joints in her bedroom. The walls had little decor, just one string of colored Christmas lights, and her dirty laundry littered the corners. Lulu, Minwa, and Michelle sat on the pink bed. Pat and Alona hunkered down on the manilla carpeted floor in front of them.

Eventually the room was hot boxed and foggy, everyone was having a good time, having some chit chat. Lulu abruptly turned to Michelle with a look.

"Sooo Michelle, I heard you fought a Wolf last week? You're not scared of Brutus?" She asked curiously. Michelle laughed and waved her hand.

"Oh, come on. Brutus is sensible, he knows his pups get rowdy sometimes. We've had a talk. As long as I don't directly challenge him or his 2nd, we're cool." She responded confidently.
The girls looked like they admired her so much, sparkles in their eyes and all.

Alona was curious.

"Who's Brutus?" She hit the joint and blew out. Coughing a little. Pat took the dope and Minwa answered her enthusiastically.

"He's a rare Wolf species, his ancestors were Giants that lived far in seclusion to the northwest. He can fight with all the big boys because of his massive size." Alona's eyes went wide. Lulu cackled at her reaction.