The animal-hearted Weres were called Katagaria?a term meaning "miscreant" or "rogue". Born in the body of their predator skin, they could only become human at puberty, when their magical powers were genetically "unlocked".
The Katagaria have their own form of soldiers, the Strati, who seek out Rogue Arcadians. Much like their predatory ancestors, Strati will not engage an enemy unprovoked. They will only kill to defend themselves, their pack, or their territory.
Thump! Thump!
The sounds echoing in the private house next to Club Andros. The sounds of animals and exertion. The sounds of flesh meeting leather or wood. The sounds of someone taking out aggressions?
Frustrations.
?Give it a rest, Tiger.? She thought to herself. ?What made you think he would acknowledge you as anything but a bitch. That?s what you came across as.?
She slammed into the bag again. The scene replayed in her mind. His curt responses, then the cold shoulder when the pretty face caught his attention.
?He?s a Dark Hunter, Tiger. Like you ever had a chance. Probably saw you as an animal.?
That?s what had her the angriest. She felt like she was judged to be an animal and not worth dealing with. Who wants to deal with a tattooed sarcastic bitch who was little more than a whelp.
It was her own fault really. But then what did she know about approaching guys.
This place was her Sanctuary; Her place to hide and vent her anger at herself. She was an animal after all was said and done.
She was Katagarian Strati?
And it was a cold comfort.
The Katagaria have their own form of soldiers, the Strati, who seek out Rogue Arcadians. Much like their predatory ancestors, Strati will not engage an enemy unprovoked. They will only kill to defend themselves, their pack, or their territory.
Thump! Thump!
The sounds echoing in the private house next to Club Andros. The sounds of animals and exertion. The sounds of flesh meeting leather or wood. The sounds of someone taking out aggressions?
Frustrations.
?Give it a rest, Tiger.? She thought to herself. ?What made you think he would acknowledge you as anything but a bitch. That?s what you came across as.?
She slammed into the bag again. The scene replayed in her mind. His curt responses, then the cold shoulder when the pretty face caught his attention.
?He?s a Dark Hunter, Tiger. Like you ever had a chance. Probably saw you as an animal.?
That?s what had her the angriest. She felt like she was judged to be an animal and not worth dealing with. Who wants to deal with a tattooed sarcastic bitch who was little more than a whelp.
It was her own fault really. But then what did she know about approaching guys.
This place was her Sanctuary; Her place to hide and vent her anger at herself. She was an animal after all was said and done.
She was Katagarian Strati?
And it was a cold comfort.