Neeva is no stranger to passerby staring at her, the sight of a yinglet dressed like she is ain't a normal occurrence. Most yinglets wear rags or robes, some might have custom made clothing but it is often stained or torn by negligence. While she can easily ignore the confused stare, there is one type of look she is immediatly filled with rage from, the ones from her very own race.



To them she is a lost female, no guards means she is not a matriarch thus making them extremely aroused. Most tend to stalk her, shout a few vulgar comment that are rewarded with a warning shot making them scurry away, however there are the more handsy ones.



Some wishes to escort her to the nearest enclave thinking she is a lost female, they easily get the message just the same when she pulls her gun out. Then there's the bold ones, they come close and ask for a good ''humping'' or even touches Neeva. These ones makes her lose all composure, just like this moment where one sniffed her tail fur complimenting her sexy scent.




Her hands quickly tightened around the scav's neck, while she is strangling him to death it seems to fully embrace its fate. Oblivious vacant stare with a wide grin, the survival instinct for most yinglets are almost non existent. They will never learn and no matter how many she snuff their life out, more will come to pester her again.

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yinglet species  Valsalia