Trunk's Apartment

Agana made her way from roof top to roof top without so much as disturbing the civilians below, but a half blind old man and his four year old grandson did spot her, she doubted anyone would raise a fuss. She now was a top a modernish apartment in the middle of this otherwise old fashioned region. She perched on the edge of the roof, looking about enjoying the new scenery. A husky chuckle escaped her mouth, when she stopped....

sniff sniff sniiiiif her nose sniffed the air, followed by her opening her jaw and flicking her forked tongue to taste the air. She could taste... something. Two particular somethings, both exceptionally tasty but one absolutely ambrosial that she'd risk putting her neck out to devour! She jumped back onto the ledge, and sniffed the air again. She could smell and taste the hormones coming from their bodies and their sweat. She wondered if they were a pair of men, working out. Still, she hoped for a female prey since unlike men who have like '3' squishy areas, females had like, '4'. Still, it mattered not who they were, she was going to snag the ambrosial one first! They were exerting high stamina and physical capability, she knew they were either training or fighting, but she'd discover what when she got there. She readied herself, and leaped down to the next roof top, nearly causing all the roofing tiles to slide off it's angled slopes. She then continued leaping from roof to roof, following her nose, or should we say, her tongue.