“I do not appreciate being lead around like some kind of pet.” Sasha growled at the aliens dragging her to her cell. Passersby would slow for a moment only to scowl at the feline when they recognized who she was, others would just ignore her. Foam gathered at her lips and every time she snapped her jaws at them, the foam would fly out into the air. Her teeth clicking together every time she did so and her jaw made a similar sound. Sasha was furious. She hadn’t done anything wrong in her eyes and yet the council wouldn’t listen to her testimony and imprisoned her. She was still regarded as dangerous to the Council and she was not considered a citizen of the Galactic Federation. She was lower than that in their eyes. She had almost no rights and she was spat upon by many people. This wasn’t even for a good reason either. It was because of her father, her creator. It was his reputation that gave her the same entitlement. She was the scum of the Federation. No one would listen to her and they treated her as if she wasn’t sentient. The Council had her on a very short leash and she wasn’t allowed to make her own decisions. If she went out of bounds, even slightly, she would have hell to pay. “I am tired of being treated like a thing.” She snarled. The guards ignored her and kept dragging her down the long corridor to the cell block. Her ears were now flat against her head, her lips curled back revealing her nasty, sharp teeth. She dug her claws into the carpet, her lead tightened even more. Sasha lowered her head and hissed loudly at them, the tension loosened for a second as the guards and anyone close enough to hear it shuddered. It was a horrible sound, and nothing could compare to it. It could be most closely described as a million nails being driven against the universe’s largest chalkboard all at different intervals.

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