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Pepper stepped lightly through the run-down city. Her paws that had once hit the ground heavily leapt up as soon as they were set down, her fear of bombs leaking into her thoughts constantly. She danced through the streets to the music playing in her head, the music she'd been named for. One song was all it took. She wondered if she would ever know the words to the song her name had come from; Nyx (or was her name still Fetish?) had only ever hummed it.
She looked for someone to talk to. Pepper had always wondered if anyone else knew her song. She'd almost heard it once herself, but as the opening notes came on, Nyx had needed Chalice for something, and he'd left.
But today she wasn't song-seeking, today she was looking for something. She'd heard of other dancers, but really, she was looking for a place, a home away from home.
Also, she'd heard of illegal pet dealers and wanted to outwit one.