{Luxury x WhispersWolf} The Predator and The Prey

Name: Sarai
Age: 21
Gender: Female
Species: Thomson's Gazelle (https://www.google.ca/search?q=thoms...4&sei=EuE3UaPz JYS10QH6q4D4Dw)
Appearance: Tall and slender, Sarai's body is marked with the long black stripes and pale beige fur. Her eyes, dark brown, share the same dark markings as her African relatives. She's petite in bust and bottom, with slim hips. She's usually found dressed in comfortable cotton pants and a tank top (she finds bras restrictive). Her hair is long and blonde, streaked with dark brown, small horns poking through her bangs.
Personality: Calm and quiet, Sarai is the type to think before she speaks. She is kind, but not overly outgoing or cheerful, and spends most of her free time on her own. It's not by choice, exactly, but she finds it difficult to make friends within her community.
Occupation: Yoga and pilates instructor
Background: Born and raised in Africa, she still has her accent, though it has faded significantly. She left home when she was sixteen and moved between places until she found a steady job and a good house. She's lived in the suburbs for a year now.

Name: Ajali
Age: 23
Gender: Female
Species: Spotted Hyena ( http://creaturesoftheworld.files.wor...tted-hyena.jpg )
Appearance: She is slightly less average than the standard human female, and looked quite different. Her entire body is covered in coating of dusty covered fur, typical for a 'normal' hyena, and she bears the marks of those from the spotted variety. Her hair is styled into a medium-length Mohawk sort of mane, and the fur there is tainted a slight green color. She wears, on average, a torn up white tee to cover her medium-sized breasts, but not quite her slightly muscled stomach. Her legs are covered by a pair of jeans that have no hem around the legs due to shredding. Her arms are long and lithe, and end in paws that are closer in shape to hands then paws, with dark pink pads and sharp claws that are slightly yellowed. Her feet more closely resemble paws, and have the same yellowed claws.
Her tongue is a dark red color, and when she grins her maw reveals pointed teeth with in-human fangs.
On top of her head are rounded, wide, short furred ears, that are the same dusty color as her coat, but have some of the green tinting as well.
Her eyes are a smouldering golden color.
Personality: She's spunky, punky, and not afraid to voice her opinions. She also is clearly a tom-boy, and would rather do 'boy' things than 'girl' things. She loves barbequing, working on cars, repairing stuff, and spending time outside.
Occupation: Car repair shop
Background: Having a bit of a bad rep in other towns for being a bit of a petty thief, she's newly moved into this new suburban area. She came here with the promise of a job doing what she loves best; working on cars. She's trying to start of with a clean slate, though that might be harder than she thinks. Her ex-boyfriend is also something she is trying to do a bit of avoiding from.

Ajali sighed and exhaled a lung-full of clove smoke. She sat on the porch to her new 'home' in a hard, worn wooden chair. Though, she sat ontop of the backrest, and leaned her back on the side of the house. Her paws sat in the seat, and she looked up at the sky. Dawn was coming, and she had just finished moving her stuff into the house, one of a thousand moves she had made before. Very much a roamer, for a predator she was. Well, more like a scavenger, she supposed; always picking up after every else's mess and taking the fall for people. Not that she was never to blame; she often created her own issues and own problem. Caused her own pain and hurt. She was used to it. Used to moving, packing up and traveling. She took another drag on her clove cigarette, and exhaled slowly. She chose clove because they didn't smell so bad. The breathing helped her remain calm.

She hoped that here she could try to get a better start. Something at least. That crazy Ex of her's was something she needed to avoid, and she hoped that moving here, quite a ways from where he was from and where they had met, that she might be able to get away from him. Heh. And people though Hyenas were crazy. She was wearing a ragged white shirt, and a sports bra that kept her chest tight to itself. After all, she had been moving things and lugging them around. She couldn't afford to have breasts in the way. The rest of her was bare, except for the ragged pair of jean shorts that were almost too small for her frame. Ajali wiggled her pawtoes, and rested her chin on her hand, blowing on her bangs that hung in her face. She hadn't bothered to spike the mohawk today; not when she had been driving and moving her shit around. It was only for work, or party dates.

Well, she only hoped that this neighborhood would be able to handle her antics, and that she could stay here for a while. Hyena's didn't really claim a set territory, but she was tired of having to move her stuff, even if she didn't have a lot of it. In fact, that was why she didn't have a lot of things to being with. She figured that was alright though, she didn't need a lot of possessions to be happy. She just needed her cars; and speaking of cars, her job started later in the day. Her hopes had risen for a car repair shop that was looking for more mechanics and she just happened to know her way around a car. At least, she hoped that to their standards she knew her way around a car. After all, she was just a simple grease hyena.