The looming canid gestured casually, seemingly oblivious or uncaring as to the panic her presence was causing. "Yeah, so it's fun to break the fancy, shiny, overpriced, 'look-at-my-expensive-vehicle-that-is-obviously-my-way-of-compensating-for-SOMEthing' toys, but frankly, close runner up? People who park like crap. See this?" she gestured at some higher-end sedan that was parked awkwardly along the sidewalk. "...over the bike lane AND the curb. You have to WORK at being that bad. Does anyone here want to step forward and explain themselves?" she spoke, raising her tone at the end as she glanced around. Nobody among the onlookers, who were either vacating the area as quickly and discretely as possible or stuck in nervous silence, seemed keen to take responsibility. The looming coyote shook her head. "And folks complain about having to clean up MY messes..." she grumbled, neatly using a few fingers to scoot the offending vehicle into a proper parking position. "There, see? Not hard." she stated dryly. "Now I'll just leave them a note not to do it again." she made a show of patting her pockets a few times, rolling her eyes in a show of mock-exasperation. "No pen. Well..." she casually placed her palm on the car's roof and leaned to the side, putting a fraction of her weight onto the vehicle. The roof supports and window frames instantly buckled, and the window glass cracked out of every frame. The suspension snapped all at once, and the chassis emitted a series of very unhappy sounds as the undercarriage was forced hard against the pavement, staying there as she removed her palm. "...I think that sends a similar message, no note required." she mused, shaking a few bits of grit from her palm while looking around for another offender. It didn't take long.

"Oh, fer cryin out loud..." she gestured. "Look at this. TWO FEET over the parking line. That's just lazy." she scowled, squinting at the old VW bus parked off the street. "See, I might be inclined to give them a pass if somebody was taking care of something this vintage, but I'm pretty sure this thing has been parked here without moving for years, and will be here until it rusts." she reached over, picking up the vehicle. "Since somebody obviously doesn't care about their 'classic' AND is a shitty parker, I'm just going to speed up the process..." she grinned tightening her fingers and starting to squeeze, the overall sensation akin to crushing an empty beer can...

Early piece of Sierra as drawn by , view the original here.

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