Texas entered her cell, nearly falling as she was pushed by the guard.
"So you're the new one?" It was a relatively deep and imposing female voice, with a small Australian accent.
At first, Texas was puzzled because when she turned around, she expected to see one of the begemoths she would normally find in this prison. Instead, she saw nothing, until a cough caught her attention.
"Down here, my darling ," the voice spoke again, this time sarcastically.
Texas looked down and there she was: a Tasmanian devil. Physically, she was barely half as tall as Texas, reaching just below his chest. She was relatively muscular, though she still had a small belly. She had the typical white markings and black fur of a Tasmanian devil. She was barefoot, showing off her considerably large claws on her hands and feet. A mischievous smile played on her lips as she stared at Texas with her red eyes. Her hair was messy but combed back. She wore the same prison uniform as Texas, only hers had torn sleeves, revealing her muscular arms. Bracelets adorned her wrists, and finally, military dog tags hung around her neck.
"This is Harper. She'll be your cellmate. Have fun," said the guard.
"The pleasure is all mine. I've heard a lot about you miss Stanton, and we're certainly going to have some fun," she replied. Harper extended her hand to Texas, seemingly to shake it, but as soon as she took it, she licked it.
Texas obviously pulled her hand away in disgust, with an expression of surprise and discomfort.
Texas was still in shock, trying to process the situation, when before she could say or do anything, the door slammed shut behind her, leaving her alone with Harper. She nearly jumped at the slam.
Seconds of silence passed.
"What's wrong? Aren't you going to say something? Cat got your tongue, or are you waiting for me to do it? Hahaha."
Texas was trying to think of what to say. Could she be facing a new enemy or an ally in this place?
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