Her face softens (if it can be called that, what with her fangs) into a
smile at the praise. Taura leans forward and reaches out one big, clawed
hand to take Ford's for a second, squeezing gently.
"I was part of a small batch of experimental prototypes for genetically
modified soldiers, and the planet I grew up on is essentially an enormous,
well-organized black market." She's alright, though. "I'm well rid of
it. The people who made me can't have me back. I have better people now."
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Date: 2019-11-06 08:10 pm (UTC)Her face softens (if it can be called that, what with her fangs) into a smile at the praise. Taura leans forward and reaches out one big, clawed hand to take Ford's for a second, squeezing gently.
"I was part of a small batch of experimental prototypes for genetically modified soldiers, and the planet I grew up on is essentially an enormous, well-organized black market." She's alright, though. "I'm well rid of it. The people who made me can't have me back. I have better people now."