Life of hybrids

City of glares.

The revving of the bus engine induced a headache as I, along with the rest of the passengers onboard entered the city, I looked out the window as the sun gleams off of the windows of the cloud piercing towers and office buildings. I was out of town visiting family in the country, my brothers were quite happy to see me as well with their sons and daughters running around after each other. My family was quite large being why I moved to the city, I took up weapon smithing as a career and was taught by my old man over a course of a few years before I moved and made me make good quality and strong blades in short amounts of time. I lived in a flat above my workplace owning it as one building. My rent is cheap for a city and work shorts days while being able to get two or three orders done in a day.

It was Friday evening and I was getting ready to go for a late night stroll around the city,which may seem like a bad idea but what could possibly happen to a half wolf female, so with no doubt about me a knife with my licence to carry one in a small pocket in my jeans,put a hoodie on and had left.

For a half wolf and being only 5'7" my friends say that having D sized breast is 'lucky' for me considering my height... I'd beg to differ as if swinging a hammer was a backache enough image having two big pieces of flesh the size of water melons on your chest. It hurts a lot. Anyhow I started walking down my road and I was getting stared at as if I had done something wrong by a group of human teenagers whispering and laughing as they look back at me as I pass them from the other side of the street. "If they are talking about me I'll murder the bastards." I muttered to myself, picking up the pace of my walk to prevent myself from losing all grips of calm that I had.

The night was young still as I walk by hearing the pounding of club music and they merry cheering of those already completely waisted out of their minds, this was the place I chose to start my life. The place where I call the city of stares. But it wasn't too long before I took a wrong turn and was face to face with danger. My dagger drawn, eyes of pure hatred, and a smirk of greed... I stood in immanent danger and I had two choices: run or fight... I knew already in that split second what I had to do.... I may not like it but anything to still be walking on this earth and I'm gonna go with it...