Grant sank into a seat on the bus and tugged his hoodie further down over his face. Ravenhold Academy was something he never intended to chase after but he’d rather be at school to be “reformed” than be a black trans boy in prison. A black trans boy that killed the “good Christian couple” that “took him in and lovingly raised him.” A black trans boy that the judge wanted to try as an adult. Grant leaned against the bus window and idly tugged at the power inhibitor collar around his neck. The collar was made extra annoying by the fact that it did nothing to him. He wasn’t a mutant, his powers had been a “gift” in return for the blood of his “parents”.
His fennec fox familiar, Killer, nuzzled into Grant’s stomach while Grant idly scratched his ears.Then, suddenly, Killer was grabbed off his lap by a strange girl exclaiming, “Foxy!” [insert Frederika description]
Killer fought the strange girl that had suddenly picked him up, growling at her and swiping at her hands with his claws. “Naughty fox!” the girl scolded, “we’re both Egyptian we should be friends!”
“Hey, put my fox down.” Grant snapped harshly, his eyes were filled with bitterness.
She let him go and he fell a few feet from her hands to the seat of the bus before scampering back to Grant’s lap. Still wary of the girl, Killer watched her as she climbed into the seat. “I am Frederika, chosen as the mistress of cats,” she said as if Grant asked. Frederika leaned closer and… sniffed him? Fucking sniffed him?
“What the fuck are you doing?” Grant tried to lean farther away but the wall of the bus stopped him.
“Smelling you,” She said like it was obvious, “You smell like Guilt.”
Grant rolled his eyes. A bus full of criminals and she ingeniously comes up with that line? “You wanna cookie for that astute observation?” he scoffed.
“Whose blood is on your hand?” Frederika asked, her fur going from black to sandy, the color of the lion, her warrior aspect.
Grant narrowed his eyes,” Maybe yours if you don’t leave me the fuck alone.” He didn’t want to reveal that the collar didn’t work on him but he wanted her to fuck off more.
“You smell of dark heka, of old and forgotten gods.” That gave Grant reason to pause, she could smell Reka?
“You gotta problem?” He acted unrattled.
“I am watching you, heretic,” Frederika said.
Grant rolled his eyes again,”Uh-huh, well have fun with that I guess but do it a bit farther away, why don’t-cha” Reka was better than the so-called great and merciful God he was raised with, he couldn’t care less if some random cat girl had a problem with her.
Grant turned away, facing the window and putting headphones back on, glad they gave him his stuff back before shipping him off to Ravenhold. He didn’t turn the music up yet, waiting to see if she’d really leave and preparing to fight if she tried to mess with him.
Frederika hissed but walked away, letting Grant let out the breath he was holding and turn his music on. Killer relaxed as well, laying back down on his lap. With one hand, Grant idly pet Killer and with the other he played with Reka’s artifact, a gold bracelet with chains attached to five gold rings, inside the pocket of Sierra’s old, ratty hoodie
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