She leaned against the wall, panting. The sun had set and she had reached a city a few dozen miles away. She was making good time. But something told her to go even further. She tried to take a step vooruit, voorwaarts and almost fell off the sidewalk.
“I guess it's time for sleep.”
She hefted the bag to her shoulder and walked slowly into the nearest unlocked building. Shipping company. The bag dropped at her feet and she curled into a ball in the shadows. Her eyelids drooped and she let out a yawn. She reached into her bag and pulled out a small teddy bear. A smile tugged at the edge of her lips. She kissed the beer on it's little black nose.
“Night Teddy. Tomorrow, we'll sleep somewhere nicer.”
She curled around it and her eyes slid shut. She wasn't asleep for meer than an uur when she woke to someone breathing on her neck. Her eyes opened and her hart-, hart stopped.
“You're awake.”
She stared at the figure kneeling in front of her, her mind snapping awake.
“You look really cute right now, door the way.”
She saw the tail wag, ears perked up. But that was not possible. It wasn't possible. The eyes were wrong, the attitude was wrong, the entire scene was wrong.
“Who are you?”
The laugh echoed in her ears. It sounded the same, he looked the same, but it wasn't possible.
“Silly little kitten. I'm your boyfriend.”
She gulped.
“No. You-he's dead. u aren't Scott!”
The red eyes pierced into hers and she felt like her soul was being ripped out. He moved quickly, pinning her arms and legs down, tossing the beer she'd had since she was born aside. She tried to move, but it was doing nothing. The claws in her skin disappeared and the ears and tail came back. Her hair returned to it's original length and the red eyes changed to purple. She wanted to be mad but she was terrified. His breath heated her face and she couldn't fight him. He licked where her overhemd, shirt stopped, just above her chest. She shivered despite herself.
“I'm not the Scott u know. But I am him nonetheless.”
“You aren't my Scott!”
He laughed again and this time it sent chills through her body.
“Not yet I'm not.”
He leaned towards her. She let out a scared mew just before he pressed his lips against hers. Tears streamed down her cheeks and she shut her eyes tightly to block out the picture.
“I guess it's time for sleep.”
She hefted the bag to her shoulder and walked slowly into the nearest unlocked building. Shipping company. The bag dropped at her feet and she curled into a ball in the shadows. Her eyelids drooped and she let out a yawn. She reached into her bag and pulled out a small teddy bear. A smile tugged at the edge of her lips. She kissed the beer on it's little black nose.
“Night Teddy. Tomorrow, we'll sleep somewhere nicer.”
She curled around it and her eyes slid shut. She wasn't asleep for meer than an uur when she woke to someone breathing on her neck. Her eyes opened and her hart-, hart stopped.
“You're awake.”
She stared at the figure kneeling in front of her, her mind snapping awake.
“You look really cute right now, door the way.”
She saw the tail wag, ears perked up. But that was not possible. It wasn't possible. The eyes were wrong, the attitude was wrong, the entire scene was wrong.
“Who are you?”
The laugh echoed in her ears. It sounded the same, he looked the same, but it wasn't possible.
“Silly little kitten. I'm your boyfriend.”
She gulped.
“No. You-he's dead. u aren't Scott!”
The red eyes pierced into hers and she felt like her soul was being ripped out. He moved quickly, pinning her arms and legs down, tossing the beer she'd had since she was born aside. She tried to move, but it was doing nothing. The claws in her skin disappeared and the ears and tail came back. Her hair returned to it's original length and the red eyes changed to purple. She wanted to be mad but she was terrified. His breath heated her face and she couldn't fight him. He licked where her overhemd, shirt stopped, just above her chest. She shivered despite herself.
“I'm not the Scott u know. But I am him nonetheless.”
“You aren't my Scott!”
He laughed again and this time it sent chills through her body.
“Not yet I'm not.”
He leaned towards her. She let out a scared mew just before he pressed his lips against hers. Tears streamed down her cheeks and she shut her eyes tightly to block out the picture.
Lyla.
Height: 6'7
Weight: 120 pounds
Eyes: Blue of Green, depends on how the light falls on her eyes.
Hair: Blonde. And short(picture above).
Weapons: Pistol, hidden dagger.
History: Raised door the joker and abandoned door
parents. Joker taught her evil, but she realized it was wrong and refused to continue. She still keeps close with him and visits him in jail. She joined the team and loved it. She had a demon haunting her and everyone got fed up. She walked away from it all before it went any futher. She had taken the path of evil. Her hair turned black and her eyes turned red from the demon that consumed her. She is still amazed no body hates her for the Demon.....
Powers: Teleportation, Flight(Wings), levetation, transformaition(Humans and animals.)
Skills: Good with guns. Sniper training.
Civies: Whatever she wants baby!
'Stume: PICTURE TIME!
TADA!
Gender: female
Species: Tiger
Relationship to team: Harleys pet
Powers:
Super strength, change color from white to orange, Sonic roar, can grow to extreme sizes. agile, all the Tiger like abilities.mental link with Harley within a 5 mile radius.
Note: Doesn't like men. likes other cat girls,and will like guys with Cat DNA , doesn't like Skylar, of any other canine/meta human
Bio:
Harley found the large cat while on a mission in India, where she found it being tortured door men, and receiving experimental drugs to enhance its molecular structure's. Harley saved her, and door accidently touching her while unhooking her, they gained a mental/ telepathic link.