The first glimpse was fleeting, almost like just seeing a gigantic rat, but with much skinnier legs. The second sighting of that creature – No, her, - was nowhere near that kind. As the female – he felt awkward calling her anything else – desperately tried to find some way out of the corner she had been backed into for the safety of some place to hide from him, the man was finally able to see her entirely.
Life had not been kind to her, nor had birth, for that matter. Long, tall, and skinny, she was dressed in only rags that sufficed in covering her, but not her mutation. Her legs, that is. They were set back with an extra joint after her knee, adding to both her unnatural height and length of limbs. Her eyes were almost like the cross of that of a cat and a hawk, and he felt paranoid saying so, but the likeliness between her eyes and that of the man he was hunting was uncanny. Yellow with a green rimming, her pupils were slim with fright as the green-haired man studied her quietly.
Even with her legs, the man thought, she was very quick, very flexible. Perhaps that aided her in that area. She was probably a mute, he also thought, most likely by choice. She was the last piece in the crew of the clown-like Buggy pirates, their freakshow. The green-haired man briefly felt anger towards the crew, at how cruelly she must have been treated over the course of her 'stay' with them. She, from appearances alone, was probably only his age, perhaps 17.
The anger was quickly replaced though, with a slight feeling of success and content at succeeding his goal, to discover whether she actually existed or not. It had been just a minor goal, one he had made in the back of his mind, that if he ever, in the course of his bounty hunting, ran into Buggy, that he would at least make an attempt to discover if such a mutant actually existed.
The marimo, as some called him(they were all dead now), turned to leave, although as soon as the girl was out of his vision he felt a soft, light touch on one of his ankles. He turned once more, slightly surprised to find that the girl was still there. He looked down on her, eyebrow raised.
"What?" He spoke, his gruff voice quiet in the strange, somber atmosphere. The girls hand quickly retreated, but her eyes, unnaturally powerful, stared straight at him, carrying a single message.
Take me with you.