It was around 2 Am at night, Vladimir had just arrived in America a few days earlier and although his GI bill helped fund him, it didn't carry over to his new country and he was left penny less, and freshly on the street now that his hotel money wasn't there

"Hmm I wonder where I should go now, there should be a homeless center around here somewhere, I mean this is New York, gah with my luck it'll be full of fucking humans and there god awful stench, I would rather be on these filthy streets then trapped in a building with them"

He said this out loud to himself as he stood leaned up against a large church on the corner of the street, it was magnificently beautiful and gargantuan in height, adorned with stone statues and bright red lights, Vladimir took a step back to admire the awe-inspiring building

"God huh, if god was truly here we mutants wouldn't be treated like this, we'd be treated with the god damn respect we deserve, not like filth, like those humans deserve, now thats what true justice would be, thats what it would be like if there truly was a god"

He was actually saying this quite loud as he stared furiously at the church, he then leaned back up against the building, a small chilling breeze blew across the city, most would shiver at this, but Vladimir had fought in the Russian ice sheets and this was no where near the cold he endured there, he would most likely take this slight breeze in seclusion over a human filled shelter anyways.

Humans across the street could here this mutant as he seemed to rant and complain, so it wasn’t difficult for some one who’s hearing was a bit more adapted, and much more practiced, to pick out what he was saying as well. Down the side of the church, what look like a crumbled pile of patched up jackets stirred. A tail with light golden brown fur poked out from under the hem and twitched lightly against the cement keeping a rhythmic beat.

Sara sighed to herself. This fellow mutant spoke aloud of things she feared to show and things she shouldn’t fear to let people see. She didn’t believe it was completely wrong to not share space with the humans, but they were the ones who shunned her first. They were the ones to tell her she didn’t belong. Hell, she had her own kind telling her she shouldn’t exist because of the way she looked. Well her looks were only fur deep, but even her own kind, mutants who should be on her side, had forgotten that. Go Figure.

“So you’re looking for a place to go.” She said casually. That tail flicked once more before darting protectively back under the hem of the thick, patched, coats. Was she making a mistake by speaking up? Well if she was, who cared. She’d only relearn a lesson that she had been taught hundreds of times.

“There are such places for mutants to go.” Sara lifted her head enough that her eyes shined out from the shadow of the thick hood, but she didn’t let her face hit the light. At least not yet.

Vladimir leaned off the building and looked at the hooded girl as she spoke, her bright eyes shining in the darkness of her coat, she obviously didn't want to reveal her face, something Vladimir was used to, growing up with mutants your whole life you learn that some don't exactly look normal, he naturlly assumed this women was a mutant, as what human would walk up to a 6'9 250 Lb mutant yelling about how disgusting they were

"Well Mrs.Mystery, I'm going to assume your either a mutant or a very stupid human, this place you speak of I take it there are no humans living there?

If there were Vladimir would sooner destroy the building then sleep there, and if this stranger was then it would be a very bloody night,

“There are two groups.” Sara replied. Actually there were three but the third, Sara knew very little about. Nor did she really care about that group. It was out more for power and there seemed to be a lot of rules. Not something Cat’s normally liked.

Sara stood slowly, though she still kept her distance. Respectful distance that was protective of the mutant she was speaking to, and protective of herself. Like the bars of a cage, just that false security of distance. Especially for what she was about to show him. “No one will ever mistake me for one of those BO producing, greedy, meat sacks that call them selves human. So you have nothing to fear there.” There was a slur to her last few words, as her lips worked around the longer teeth. Her hood was pulled back with a tilt of her head. “The first group is called the x-men, but they work to get the human’s trust, and in my opinion, half of them are dirty Hypocrits,” Even if the other half were friends of Sara’s from the camps.

Her lips tightened to a close for a minute and she blinked, taking a breath. “The other group is called the order, and I believe their beliefs are right up your alley. There might be one human among their ranks, She’s a secretary and I couldn’t get a good enough whiff of her to decide but believe me, their group is serious about the Human problem.”

Sara swallowed, and let her gaze drop, as her information had a chance to sink in. She wasn’t really going through with this was she? Well, at least he had already made his decision. Lucky him. Sara could still torture herself with her own thoughts. Just another reason to still be along. A wild card.

Vladimir watched as she flipped the robe off of her head, revealing a very feline appearance, fur, whiskers, fangs, the whole deal, Vladimir had grown up with a few kids that had very mutated appearances, a giant boulder kid, some booger looking guy and a turtle person, he even dated a girl that resembled a bottle of pepto bismol

Hmm, she definatly isn't a human, and it seems like she isn't a fan of them either, then again if I looked like that, I probably wouldn't love the normal looking ones at all

He held out his hand as to shake hers and then said

"Glad to meet you, I'm Vladimir Markov, but you can call me Revolution, and this Order, it is anti-human as I am, thats a blessing to hear, this country of yours is nothing like my mother Russia, very politically correct, and nice about everything, talk of belonging togethor and equality fills the air with an awful stench of hypocricy, as they lock us away in camps, I'm sure your aware of this though, Mr., I'm sorry I didn't quite get your name"

“Well I didn’t exactly give my name.” Sara replied as she took the new mutant’s hand. “Revlution it is then. Most call me Sara. Where the name first came from I really don’t know.” Sara still had that mystery to find for herself about if anything she had, that was hers, had really come from her parents. “But if you prefer nick names, WereCat works.”

Her hand extended to meet his in the shake. She was careful to tuck the curved part of her claws so that he wouldn’t get stabbed.

“The Sanctuary, that houses the Order, has been renovated after a little incident a few months ago.” Sara told him lightly, glancing sideways at the extravagant church, they stood next to. “And yes, The Order are just as antihuman as you are. You seem like a good fit.” Something that made Sara patricianly jealous about.

She's definatly not an enemy, in fact she's getting more interesting by the moment, aside from this appearance I wonder what else she can do

Vladimir thought this to himself as he shook her hand and noticed her claws, again this didn't bother him at all, if anything it made him more interested in the women, fellow mutants had a magnetic pull on Vladimir, not in a seductive, persuasive way as much as a pull to learn about them and help them, he felt as though he had an obligation to help mutant kind in any way he can

"So, Werecat, I can see where you get the name from, and I'm not put off at all by the appearance, I grew up around mutants of all kind, including ones that didn't exactly fit in with the general look of society, but I was wondering aside from the appearance, what else can you do, just curiosity really"

Sara was slowly becoming comfortable with this other mutant. Her past made it hard even with other mutants to trust, and she wouldn’t trust anyone other than Ayesac nearly as far as she could throw them, but at least her shoulders were relaxing a bit. This one didn’t seem like the type to start screaming and wielding pitch forks. Let alone trying to shoot her.

A bit of her usual personality seeped through when he asked her about her powers other than the looks. She tilted her chin down and pressed her lips together. “Show me yours and I’ll show you mine.” Said much more politely than Sara had first thought of saying in her head. Her healing was personal, She had to get hurt to show it off. It was what Sara thought of as a greedy ability as well. She couldn't share it. Only use herself because it only worked in herself.

Vladimir was one of those mutants that had no problem flaunting his power about, mostly because he knew that due to his radical parents, not many other mutants had trained their powers as extensively as he had, and although this rigorous training caused his sense of touch to become non-existent to all but metal objects, in Vladimir's mind it was more then worth it to have such enhanced control of his powers

"Gladly"

Vladimir said this with a smile as he raised his hand, a nearby light pole flew over and suddenly began to shift and shape, convulsing within itself before finally reforming in the form of a small steel statue of the cat lady, it was about 5 ft tall and an exact replica in metallic form, he then set it directly beside her and compared the two with his hand on his chin

"What a beautiful statue, wouldn't you say"

Sara stood watching as the metal moved, like living clay to her. Another artist that she could appreciate. Her tail twitched and her right ear flicked back as she realized what was being shaped. Vladimir was too kind.

Smirking, she dropped the long patched coat that she normally hid behind, and the six foot tall cat, walked around the 5 foot tall replica of herself while it took shape. Under the coat, Sara had been dressed in a red spaghetti strap tank top. The locket from Ayesac was back around her neck after a little bid had retrieved it for her. More like a bug the size of a bird but a bird, and hugging her hips were a pair of black leather pants that protected her own flesh when she was sent skidding across the black tops.

“Not bad at all.” Sara agreed, with a head bob as she circled the piece of art again, This time checking out her metal version’s backside. Particularly around the tail. A smirk flashed across her face, as she leaned back on her heals to get a better look. “Man, my butt looks good.” No matter how much a girl swiveled or curved their bodies around, In front of a mirror, they could never get that good of an angle of them selves. This guy was handy.

Well, she had promised that he could see her power, if he showed her his. Which if she thought about it, was sort of a scary power. No doubt there was more, than just limiting himself to fine art. “I’m a healer.” Sara told him letting it out. Her eyes still lingered on her statue, could she carry that thing somewhere? And if she could where would she take it? “I can’t heal other people,” She continued. “ My body just automatically heals it’s self.”

She finished the circle around the metal statue, now looking at him. “Cut me and I bleed, but not for long and when I want vengeance I get vindictive.” Not that her vindictiveness had anything to do with her power, jut more to do with her personality.