Kierra Wolfwing

Kierra is a part of a group know simply as the Shadowclaw Gang. A matriarchal gang of black women that look out for each other, protect each other and work together. They were really more of a family than a gang. Nestled deep in the heart of the city of New York, people knew of them and avoided them at all costs. They owned several properties in the city, including a few nightclubs that were really there for themselves and their allies, though from time to time normal people did find their way into these places.

Kierra is one of the higher ranked members of her gang, or clan if you prefer. She is incredibly strong physically, far stronger than even the strongest of men, belying that there was far more to her nature than met the eye. She was also strong willed and very strong minded. When she saw something that she wanted, she was going to get it no matter what it took. But one thing that does stand out about her is her appearance.

For a start, she is black and she is tall, standing at an imposing 6'2", allowing her to tower over most people in any room that she was in. She was also well built. She is in her early thirties, but looks much younger. While not heavily muscular, you could see that she worked out and was probably a lot stronger than she appeared. Despite her larger size and slight bulk from her musculature, she moved with remarkable ease, flowing as she moves through a crowd.

Starting from her head, the most striking feature was her heterochromia. Her left eye was emerald green and her right was a sapphire blue. Under her left eye was a bizarre tattoo that looks like a cross between a black spiderweb and a tribal motif. Wearing some heavy black eyeshadow and eyeliner, her lips are painted almost black, just letting a little of their natural colour shine through. Long raven black hair falls to just below her shoulders, silver coloured, hooped earrings hiding beneath. The left side of her hair is braided just to break up her appearance.

Her upper body is covered in a worn, but not torn, leather bikers jacket. Zipped up only half way, its clear that she doesn't wear a shirt or a blouse under it, showing off her large assets. Her lower half is covered, if that word could apply, in a tight pair of black leather hot pants, a studded and buckled leather belt is wrapped around her waist, more for looks than actual function. This skimpy pair of leather shorts more than showed off her figure. Her legs are sleek, athletic and again, look strong and powerful. On her left thigh is a jet black tattoo that looks very similar to claw marks, and on her feet are a set of knee-high bikers boots.

Her secret is that, she, and the other members of her gang, are in a pack of werewolves living in New York City. Kierra is third in command and the gang numbers in its hundreds, making it one of the largest werewolf clans on the planet. They keep a close eye on their interests and on their territory. The last people to cross the clan, ended up dead and in pieces. But, so far as the rest of humanity is concerned, they are just an unusual gang on account of all their members being black and being women.

Werewolves are unknown to the world, a fairy tail, or horror story depending on your point of view, that is told in hushed whispers. No one knows that they actually exist and the werewolves themselves go to great lengths to keep their existence hidden from society at large. Only a very few people are trusted with knowledge of what they are and that they are real.

New York is a city that never sleeps, with a vibrant night-life. In the near future, 2054, its become more high-tech, covered in neon and billboards. Even the seedier and more dangerous parts of the city have had somewhat of a facelift, with the same neon signs and billboards scattered around.

Deep in the rougher part of the city, in the Bronx, sits a club. The name of the place is Club Umbra. Its well known in the city, but it is also know that no one who isn't invited is allowed inside. You didn't know this though. A visiting tourist, you somehow find yourself stumbling on the club. Normally, the guards would turn you away, but as they are about to refuse you entry, one of them waves you in.

You sit there at the bar, looking around at a bikers nightclub, blasting heavy metal, mostly populated by black women. There was the occasional other people here, but, you still feel very out of place. You keep your head down for now, sipping your drink and waiting for just enough time to pass, so that you can leave without it feeling rude or suspicious.

Kierra looks at you as she sits, smirking and showing of what look like seriously sharp canines, pearly white of course. She motions for the bartender to pour both of you a drink. She takes a long sip of her whiskey, before turning to face, you propping her elbow on the bar. "Well, I dont think I have seen you here before have I? Im sure that I would have remembered such a tasty, little morsel. You got a name?"