Raza
Raza is in the group of people that didn’t know Aurelia was a hybrid. There’s an audible sound of surprise that turn into somethin’ appreciative as the big cat starts to use its big paws far more effectively than human!Aurelia did. In fact, Raza has to quickly shield herself with her arm once or twice to avoid bein’ smacked in the face with said fleshy, goopy bits that the tiger so easily smacks around now. A chuff has her head back up again, but not in enough time to keep the Torcher from bein’ walloped in the ankles by the pumpkin. “Fuck!” It hurts more than she expected, but maybe the tall, lanky woman’s ankles are exceptionally boney and prime targets for this kind of abuse. Anyway, the offending bouncer doesn’t get very far before Raza aims a vengeful kick at it, which really just causes more pain to shoot through her taut, clearly abused legs. That hiss of pain is probably the root of Raza’s rage - not the pumpkins. But she's isn't nearly self-aware enough to realize that, so another "Cunts..." escapes.
reppin' a district of obvious misfits
