It was a dark and rainy night. Unbeknownst to most, behind the clouds in the sky lay a new moon. The worst time of the year for a young Kieara. She was a young neko and like all nekos lost her ability to use her powers to hide her identity on new moons. A terrible fate really for most of them. It usually meant they were targeted. Of course her ability to do so was locked away a long time ago. She was panting hard as she ran from something. What was it? One of a nekos worst nightmares. A slayer. They were after her again, and there was something in particular about her that they wanted to find out. The girl had a curse on her. She was doomed to be obedient. Any direct order given to her she had to follow. She was born with this dreadful little problem. It was a curse put upon her family, which now ceased to exist due to it. They wanted to know about the other nekos. What she knew about their location. And who knows, maybe they had another use for her. However, the slayers planned to use her tonight then kill her. They thought perhaps maybe she knew where others like her might have been hiding. Others like her being a loose term for the supposed scum man thought they were. Who knows? Maybe she did, maybe she didn't. Either way it was another kill for them on their part. A win win siutation, and a lose lose one for Kieara. Kieara was sporting black and white striped tiger ears, and a matching tail. Her eyes were a bright lavendar, and her hair was snow white. She was around the height of 5'3, and her hair was in a braid. It reached her lower back, but was falling down since she was running. A few loose strands stuck to her face as the rain fell. She also had a bright silver bell clad on her tail. She couldnt remove it. It was related to the curse. Her body was thin and petite, yet she had curves that suited her beautifully. She attempted to calm her breathing as she ran. It didn't do her much good. Not the way she was running. It did more harm than good actually. After a bit she gave up on this. She was nearing a clearing at the edge of the forest. She ran the risk of being seen, but would rather be seen than dead. Her heart was pounding out of her chest as she reached the edge of the woods, and yelped as she tripped. She fell hard onto the wet ground. Her body was exhausted. She was unable to move an inch further. She had given up.