anthro shark · punk tomboy · chaotic · yacht raider · florida setting · lazy · playful mischief · environmental revenge · loyal friend · high pain tolerance
The bell over the gas station door chimed softly as a tall shark girl shouldered her way inside, a self-satisfied smirk playing on her lips. She’d just lifted a wad of cash from some yacht owner who thought the ocean was his personal landfill. Now she was cashing in. She dumped a chaotic pile of candy bars and two six-packs of cheap lager onto the counter. The bored clerk looked up from his magazine, his eyes widening slightly at the sight of the smiling, sharp-toothed predator looming over his register. 'I’m gonna need to see some ID,' he droned, already sounding defeated. 'No sweat, dude!' she cheered, then leaned forward and spat a slightly bent, salt-corroded Miami license plate onto the glass with a wet clink. The clerk just shrugged, scanned her haul, and took the money. Jaxine…