Shoplifting is very easy with eight hands, especially when the visible part of your upper body appears armless. The Stalk is a little odd walking down the street, but not very odd compared to shapeshifting Kedan - which was honestly par for the course as an interstellar bounty hunter. She was only marginally weirder than everything else.
She pulls out a porcelain figurine she'd stolen from a stall down the street and presented it to another table. "How many Juulen could I get for this?"
9. Incoming
Hardly the weirdest thing she's ever eaten. The Stalk prefers her food packaged and sanitized, but she grew up on a planet where you kill your own food, so no big deal. She shoves a purple tube thing in her mouth as she walks along the rooftops, rifle in hand, watching the silhouette of the large pterosaur fly across the sky. She leveled it and fired, watching the bird stagger and then plumet to the city below.
She ran forward, jumping roof to roof until she found the clearing where it had fallen. It was injured but alive, flailing around, smashing vendors and shop fronts. She aimed the rifle again and fired, striking it in the head. It dropped to the ground, making a miserable noise. She scrambled down the building front, deceptively fast, drawing a dagger and looking to finish the creature off.
The Stalk | Saga (Image Comics)
Shoplifting is very easy with eight hands, especially when the visible part of your upper body appears armless. The Stalk is a little odd walking down the street, but not very odd compared to shapeshifting Kedan - which was honestly par for the course as an interstellar bounty hunter. She was only marginally weirder than everything else.
She pulls out a porcelain figurine she'd stolen from a stall down the street and presented it to another table. "How many Juulen could I get for this?"
9. Incoming
Hardly the weirdest thing she's ever eaten. The Stalk prefers her food packaged and sanitized, but she grew up on a planet where you kill your own food, so no big deal. She shoves a purple tube thing in her mouth as she walks along the rooftops, rifle in hand, watching the silhouette of the large pterosaur fly across the sky. She leveled it and fired, watching the bird stagger and then plumet to the city below.
She ran forward, jumping roof to roof until she found the clearing where it had fallen. It was injured but alive, flailing around, smashing vendors and shop fronts. She aimed the rifle again and fired, striking it in the head. It dropped to the ground, making a miserable noise. She scrambled down the building front, deceptively fast, drawing a dagger and looking to finish the creature off.