Walking nonchalantly down a dusty road in Palastria was probably one of the strangest things the community had really ever seen. Dressed in the military fatigues of the Landren forces with a duffel bag slung over her deceptively delicate shoulder was not only a tiger, but a tiger with a pelt that had many who saw it stare in ravelment. The base color of Icis’s coat was a dark gray, border-lining on black; the stripes were darker still, and one could tell that it was only so easy to distinguish between the two colors because of the bright sunlight, which had the rich, dark hues bringing forth slight, but noticeable, deep, glossy blue and purples. There were several white stripes scattered amongst the dark of her coat, which was accented by her head of stark white hair, which had the sunlight reflecting into a personal corona around her head.
She made her way towards port, watching her current environ with cautious, sea-foam green eyes. As she passed small store fronts and rustic porches, many gave the ectopic woman wary glances, some even were outright angry. She ignored the glares as she walked, and didn’t notice as several playing children skipped out of a nearby alleyway and kicked a ball into the street. Caught unaware, Icis stumbled as the ball crossed her path, and the children stopped dead. Staring with wide eyes, their gaze flicked uncertainly from her to the ball. Bending over, Icis picked up the ball gently and tossed it back to the children with ease. Watching the children catch the ball and run off, she kept along her way with a slight smile. Her smile grew in response to the surprised looks that stemmed from the people around the children, most onlookers doubtful of her kindness. They, after all, weren’t familiar with her magnanimity borne from her suffrage.
She kept her head forward as she walked, looking towards the incipient horizon and noting the appearing sand-cruisers. Her Gear was already being transported to the sand-cruiser via official transport, as well as several others. She trotted along the hypethral harbor with an unabashed, excited visage, eager to settle into her new routine. The inappreciably smaller cruiser came into view quickly, easily distinguished from the hulking transport freighters.