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Copper Mountain 
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Outfit sans mic, unless you really want her to throw it on your head & backpack.


Slaves to the new moon, that's what the undead were.

Whilst not nearly as overpowering as it once had been, the hunger was still there and it had managed to draw her out of her hiding hole. Copper Mountain had become a favorite of hers lately and that was mostly because easy pickings were abound; between homeless people and substance addicts, it was basically heaven on Earth. For the undead, anyway.

A good half hour was spent wandering the ruins of Copper Mountain with Amy taking the opportunity to practice her phasing some since there wasn't a soul in this particular part of town. At one point, her power had nearly given out and had she not pulled her hand out of that wooden wall belonging to some half-collapsed building down the street, chances were it would've fused with the wood.

She was spared such horror, however, which was all thanks to inhuman speed.

Numbness had taken a hold her body paired a certain lightheadedness as she let her fingertips trace a store front. She'd lift her gaze then, turn her attention towards the dusty glass and let her eyes linger on what was on the inside. Admittedly, there was nothing too impressive within the building besides some old clothes which must've been sold some sixty or so years ago—from what she could gather anyway.

Either way, the building was an excellent vantage point and after a few moments of steadying her breathing, her gaze bled crimson and she phased through the barricaded door. Dust and cobwebs were the only inhabitants of the abandoned space and now, well, perhaps some more life was shed to this place even if said "life" was decidedly undead.

Navigating the space, amber eyes flecked with traces of crimson sought out the staircase which led to the second floor.
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#2
Stink. Dead. She remembered the smell from one of her jaunts in the Heights, from sweet, mildewy Ellie.

It was much, much sharper to her now, rolling through the abandoned town as a hyena.

She padded her way around trash and rotting wood, her nostrils flaring delicately, tracking the scent. It led her to an abandoned storefront. She focused black eyes in through the dirt-caked glass, searching for movement inside, but saw nothing.

Hmm.

Patrolling to the side of the building, she found a window shattered from the outside. She lifted herself onto her hind paws, peering in like a potbellied and deeply malformed meerkat for a moment before making a decision and jumping in.

200 pounds of animal landing on a wooden floor would never be soundless, and she had caught some glass shards on her way through, sticking into her forelegs and the great calloused pads of her paws. It hurt, bleeding, and then began to burn and itch as the wounds began to heal. She didn't bother to think about getting the glass out. More interesting to listen for a minute, and see what came down the stairs (or didn't).
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#3
She honestly didn't expect to be graced with animal stink so soon after she'd reached the second floor. There was some kind of balcony in the far distance and she was half-tempted to reach that, perch herself against the semi-worn bars and survey the area for a meal. But. There was something here and it was decidedly not human—nor was it undead.

It made her face scrunch up slightly, the musk of animal blood reaching her nostrils a second later.

Whatever it was, it was bleeding and it most definitely wasn't of the jaguar variety.

Letting out a little whistle, which turned into a mirthful hum at the end, Amy turned on her heel and took a couple of lazy steps back towards the downwards spiraling staircase. She'd halt halfway through, though, bring her backpack to the front of her and get a hold of that silver dagger she'd exchanged for her knife back when the mess at Chupacabras had blown in her face.

Placing her backpack normally, she moved slowly, wariness and curiosity at equal measures. For the thing to have entered an abandoned clothing store, it must've caught wind of her at some point, so being quiet was not really a concern of hers. So, instead, she hummed out a couple of decidedly well-known lyrics.

"Welcome to the jungle we've got fun and games... We got everything you want honey," we know the names. The song was still gold in her opinion and she honestly couldn't help but wonder if this four-legged devil would be able to recognize it. After some careful deliberation, she decided to close the distance between herself and the staircase and she even went as far as descending two steps.

She was high up enough and shifters didn't know how spiraling staircases worked, did they now?

And speaking of shifters, there was a.. Hyena. A big one. Some ways away from the staircase.

...

Amber eyes fixed themselves upon the spotted beast, the musical mumbling continuing as the dagger in her hand was grasped more firmly. Just don't fucking try anything with her whoever the fuck you were and she wouldn't try anything with you.
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Step, step. Pause. Rustle. Then singing, more light footsteps, and she could see boots at the top of the stairs.

Humans always looked so tiny to Peteyena. Her mouth fell open into a low, heavy pant and she began to pace forward, and ear flicking. Glass crunched beneath her for a moment, and she tracked more blood into the room before her paws caked over with dust. She didn't know shit about vampires, she realized.

Her head dropped, and she approached the staircase with the unsettling, uneven gait characteristic of her species, disturbing even when slowed down to an amble. She let out a moan, lifting a paw to bite out a sliver of glass, and shook her head in distress. Then she barked and bit out petulantly, taking hold of the banister and tugging half-heartedly.
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#5
Panting like a dog who'd overexerted himself, the thing approached closer, its gait uneven, but lacking any aggression from what the blonde could tell. Still, there was something irritating the animal if the moan was any indicator; chances were it was linked to the glass shards it'd stepped on.

Blood assailed her sinuses and she sincerely wished she'd come across some junkie instead.

At least then her hunger would've been sated.

"That's not very nice, what you're doing." Amy decided to inform after a moment or two, watching as the hyena tugged at the railing like some child who just wanted to bring some attention upon themselves. Staying where she was for now, she opted to watch.

Could they even understand speech?
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The beast moaned and grumbled in response, and ripped the bottom banister out with a wooden squeal. Then, clicking and clacking, she ascended the stairs.

Stake through the heart, she thought suddenly. Heh heh.

The staircase sounded like it did not enjoy bearing a 200lb occupant, although spreading the weight out over four legs helped a bit. She made it as close to the witch girl as it would allow and began to whisk her tail furiously, shaking the railing bar in her teeth for a moment before...grinning?? Snarling? It was unclear.
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Ah, nice. The banister was gone now. Excellent.

Amber eyes watched as the beast began to ascend the creaking staircase with some kind of snarl on its face. In all honesty, it was tempting to offer a hiss in return, but the blonde was far more curious to see if karma was a bitch with this one, so instead, she took a couple of steps backwards as the shifter neared, getting her feet off that staircase.

A large part of her hoped for the frail wooden thing to collapse beneath the hyena's weight; that way, she'd get to see the stupid animal groan in misery as it tried to understand what the fuck had just happened.
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In response to her entreaty, the witch-girl only backed away. She moaned piteously, distracted for a moment into scratching at the back of one foreleg with a big hind paw, sending bits of glass tinkling down the stairs. Then her attention returned, and she snuffled and snorted, creeping to the top of the stairs. She dropped the railing and sent it clattering forward with a swipe of her nose, then crouched and panted expectantly, wriggling in the narrow clearance of the hall. Throw it!!
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#9
The stairs didn't collapse beneath the shifter and Amy watched as the hyena creeped closer only for it to nudge the railing her way with a big black nose and just... What...? Was this thing legit acting like a dog???

Wariness flooded her mind, but there was nothing inherently aggressive about the beast; it'd stopped snarling and it was just... wiggling expectantly. So, moving slowly, she went and snatched the railing and just... threw it off in the distance after wiggling it within the hyena's line of view to make sure it saw were the wood went.

...This planet was nuts...
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#10
Beady black eyes followed the railing greedily, and the sound that escaped the broad bulldog mouth as the railing flew was greedy, too. She wanted that shit. It was a feat to get turned around in the narrow stairway and a frustrating nightmare to circle down to the bottom, the whole edifice creaking and groaning as she rocketed down. Somewhere in the dark, partially obscured, the bar was located and worried mercilessly, to break its neck.

Then...circling back up the stairs, her chin and neck flecked with foaming spit. She stopped with gusto, her feet bracing, and let the railing skitter back to the girl. Again, her eyes, her heaving chest said. Again!
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#11
The entirety of the building rumbled and shook as the hyena spun around and went after the railing. Honestly, this had to be one of the friendliest encounters she'd ever had with a shifter and it was comical in its own right. The beast felt more like an oversized dog than anything else.

And, speak of the devil, the railing was nudged back towards her feet, saliva tainting it.

The numbness in her limbs had her feeling rather funny when she went to pick up the railing at her feet, the saliva feeling more like goo with a million ants trapped in it than anything else. The lightheadedness had subsided some at least, but she still wished it'd be gone completely rather than only partially.

Still, the piece of wood would be dangled within the beast's view for a moment, before Amy decided to throw it off to the side instead of downstairs. The second floor was rather spacious and as the railing hit the far corner of the room, it'd at least give her some time to clamber back down.

Playing games in a ready-to-collapse building with a colossal animal didn't sound like a wise idea.

Outside would be more suitable.
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