I run on the roofs of the buildings at an easy pace effortlessly dodging the strange whirring blades inside large boxes on all of the buildings. The leaps between are short and concise my tail keeping me steady. I speed up to make the longer jump across a large gap, the strange rumbling box things with people inside whirring by below the gap. I am forced to skid to a stop when I hear a woman screaming, there are men screaming back strange words that make no sense to me yet the smell of them tells me they desire harm.
With a growl my face changes from that of a woman to a more feral face, I turn to face the direction of the screams, my nose picking up the smell of gun oil, more concise than what I am used to, along with the strange smell lying over their natural scents. I begin to move, at first on all fours then moving to just my legs as I speed up. I am going adjacent to this large gap, the sounds getting louder as I draw nearer to them, her screams and scent of her fear most evident among them the men are old hands at this violence.
With a feral scream I leap from the building, only one of them looks up, as luck would have it the one I am leaping into. His eyes get wide just before my feet hammer into him sending him flying giving me enough reverse momentum to flip onto the roof of the strange box the woman is in. The other two men look behind them at the man now lying on the strange tar covered rock with painted dashes atop it. I take this opportunity to look at the men, they are dark skinned and tall, one is somewhat rounded, the other is thin with slight muscle evident on his bare arms.
The woman is screaming now about something on her roof, the men look back then up at me, I kick one in the side of the head. The other raises a strange looking black metal thing it is close enough in the end appearance that I recognize it as being a gun. The gun goes off twice in fast reports, though I am already behind the man, his head turns toward me in shock, I grab the back of his head then force it into the metal of the box thing before us. The woman is screaming again, staring at me her eyes wide in pure fright, my ears back to protect them from the intense noise emanating from her I put a finger to my lips.
She quiets down quickly to only whimpering in fear and shock, dazzling lights and a whirring high pitched noise send me leaping across the lower front of the box to hide. A man is yelling something about nobody move, this is the police. My face reverts to that of a normal woman as I stand up to walk around the box, this policeman is standing to one side of another box with strange red lights inside of it, a section of metal extended out from it. When he sees me he points the revolver at me, though he is not in blue he is instead in a strange looking suit with no tie.
"Stay where you are I am the police there was a report of a carjacking." He says putting his head behind the revolver to look down it at me.
"I am sorry Mr. Policeman I do not know what a carjacking is I do not know what these things are that you move around in. I have not been to this city in quite some time, it has grown much in strange ways since I was last here, did the automobile become as successful as my father said, I bought stock in a new company that was going to sell them, Ford Motors I believe was the name." I say moving a little closer with each word his head pulling up higher.
"Stop right where you are, if you move any closer I will shoot you." He says putting his head back behind his revolver.
"I am sorry I would not like that much." I say from behind him, grinning at his shocked and scared smell.
He starts to turn saying dear god help me, I smile at this, policemen apparently are all god fearing. I turn up my pheromones in seduce mode, he is really quite attractive with his blonde hair in a tussled mess atop his head, his strong jaw and nose completing the look of an athlete. When his revolver is lowered and forgotten about I kiss him, he kisses back with a lovely passion that leaves me excited and wanting more.
"Please what is your name Mr. Policeman?" I ask as I pull back from the kiss purring in the back of my throat.
"Detective Tony Samson, I would like to know your name I do have to write a report about this."
"For now call me Jaguar though I would prefer if you do not mention me I shall make my appearance known in my own due time. I have your scent you will see me again later, though I must ask, is the harbor as dangerous as my pa told me as a child?"
"More so I would say, though the real problem is somewhere in the warehouses. There is at least one drug smuggling group operating out of them."
"I do not understand laudanum is only restricted it is easy enough to get a doctor's permission."
"I don't know what this laudanum is cocaine and heroin is the big sellers, LSD is making a strong comeback."
Before I can ask any more questions I hear two more of those boxes approaching with the wailing noise makers. I kiss him again before moving away, I leave a claw mark in the lighter colored strange rock made from small rocks of the raised section. I turn and look at him again before leaping atop the building and continuing on my way toward the harbor.
The large gap makes me backtrack two buildings so I can get up a good amount of speed easier. Doing so I am able to listen to and see my detective friend speaking with the two new policemen and the horribly distraught woman. She is going on and on about a wild animal that walked on two feet. I grin when one finds the claw mark, there are a lot of strange words uttered I assume swear words and one prayer. I let loose a roar and am off, my feet quickly getting me to a suitable speed, with one pause to plant my feet and propel myself I am leaping across the wide gap.
The smaller buildings turn into giant buildings that extend outward more than upward. Some I recognize as warehouses, I have leapt across to two warehouses when I stop and look around. I sigh when I realize my parents house was here somewhere, my ears align to draw in a rhythmic noise, very fast moving and more depth in the deeper tones. When a voice accompanies the thumping rhythmic noise I wrinkle my nose in disgust, it is a banal voice saying nothing I understand about something called ho and pounding her ho hole.
When I realize her is in there I wonder why any woman would want to be called ho or have her pussy referred to as a hole. I notice another box moving along with the same style of rhythmic noise emanating from it heading in the direction of the noise I hear ahead. I run ahead three warehouses then drop to the tar covered rock pathway, I let my normal brown hair show running partway down my back and resting atop my shoulders. The box comes closer the strange lanterns on the front lighting me up as I put my hand up. The box screeches and whines as it slows down swiftly before moving beside me the glass opening rolls down and a dark skinned man sticks his head out.
"Damn bitch what you on to be standing in the middle of the street wearing that insane get up." He yells like I am standing far away instead of a scant few feet.
"Smoking hot body under that get up though, damn bitch where you headed." The one next to him says this one is lighter skinned though both are similarly dressed.
"I am not a dog please refrain from speaking of me as such. I would like to head to yonder dance if at all possible, and I have some questions I would be thankful if you answer them for me."
"As long as you are thankful with your body you can ask as many questions as you want." The dark skinned one says as he reaches behind him the section of the box he is reaching toward opens.
