Where one would lay awake at night and listen to the sound of rain outside, that world was long past. Normally the sounds of the world outside were of the gunfire raging in maze-like alleys, sirens blaring as the hovercraft raced between concrete towers, and the muted thumping of a 24/7 club, unfazed in their motions. Another night, but nothing new in this city, at least this time there wasn't a fire raging in the bay from what polluted it. Kria never knew the comforts of the older world, the one her city of residence was built upon, and likely would have to settle with the sanitized history feeds of it. But her line of work had no time for such sentimental pondering, as it would sway her a bit, at least enough for her aim to not be true for whatever job needed a steady hand, quick finger, or a sharp mind (or blade). Never has there been a time where self-employment was so freeing, if for the wrong reasons. But where there were creds to be earned, the only reasons she needed were if her name would be in someone else's list.

This saluki solo was a design from both: https://www.furaffinity.net/user/lavenderbell (providing the base) and https://www.furaffinity.net/user/emberdarkfire (making the colors)

Kria is Mine