(Kunigunde, anthro form)
Well, her owner had a sick sense of humor. Oh, go socialize~ Oh, you need to get out more~ Puh-leeze, she mocked in her head, storming down the sidewalk with her hands shoved in her pockets and her eyes glued to the cement. Her long, pink ear were pinned back against her matching, waist-length hair, her tail down and twitching in agitation. Just wonderful. There was no way to describe how much she hated being in the midst of these meatbags. She couldn't sympathize with them. She couldn't even communicate with them without expressing some form of hatred. She wasn't organic, why'd she have to act like it?
She huffed, punting a rock into the street, and accidentally slamming into someone. She fell flat on her back. "Agh..." She winced, sitting up and rubbing the back of her head. "Hey, watch it, y'clutz."