Whitefish River Tokyo Drifting

Time after time again, Kali pushed her luck. The taste was almost intoxicating, or perhaps she was just dumb, but the idea that she could be the lucky one who got away, well...sooner or later she would have to face reality. Kali was never that lucky. As if on cue, as soon as she turned taking her first steps towards freedom, a growl sounded followed by a demand. Shit.

Ohhh, if only she listened. For some stupid reason, Kali did pause only to glance at the weirdly patterned man and adjust her grip on the fish so her words wouldn't be too jumbled as she responds, Whatcha' gonna do, bite me? Likely. She snickered to herself, turning abruptly as she made a dash for the borders. Yeah right, he could try.