Stalking like a shadow (open)

[andarial]

She was in one of the many forests inland of Oregon. What the name was she couldn't remember. Her form was pale against the darkness of the night. Bright emerald green eyes glittered in the darkness as they searched for the animal she was hunting. The Hunger had gotten to her before she had anything supernatural to track down. So right now she was trying to sate the gnawing in both her belly and mind, trying to rid herself of that horrible ache that drove her insane.

She held back a hiss of pain as another ache lanced through her gut. She shook her head trying to ignore the call of the beast, it would not help to have the cat out now not until the wind changed and she could creep up on her prey silently. Right now she could only hope these deer were tame enough not to be worried by a human. She had left her shoes by the path and now her smooth feet made barely any sound as she placed them carefully onto the ground. Her eyesight was better than a humans and she could see through the dark well enough to be able to avoid sticks and things that may make sound.

She inhaled deeply, her heightened sense of smell bringing in the scent of a young buck. She paced closer and her eyes found the darker shape in the night laying in sleep. She would wake him first, the thrill of the hunt would stop the Hunger more than the actual eating. She began to shift a loud groan left her lips as her body curved and bent, bones shaping themselves into something themselves entirely. Her muscles snapped and lengthened, tightening and curling around in other places they didn't belong in human form.

The deer started at the sound of her pained sounds and it was off leaping through the brush. IT mattered not though. Andee was soon in jaguar form and she was hunting. Running after him, leaping and diving over and under the undergrowth. The buck couldn't understand the smell of her as she came upon him. What creature was hunting her down, a mix between a Jaguar and some cat he had never smelled before. She was soon behind him and her claws extended as did her paw to hook his back leg and the buck stumbled just long enough for Andee to launch herself at his neck and crush his throat with her powerful jaws.

She pulled back as the buck fell to the ground and she began to lap at his blood. Then the cat began to feast. In the quiet night nothing could be heard but the shivering of the leaves and the dying buck beneath her as she tore into him while he was still alive.

Words: 475
Muse: Great
Song: N/A

[ZERACHIEL ?!]

There had been recent jaguar sightings in Oregon. Eli made the decision to investigate, however there was the possibility she was throwing away precious time. A jaguar was an oddity in these parts—very odd indeed. In spite of this, the majestic animal simply could have been an illegal pet or somehow smuggled over the boarder, abandoned in the states’ surrounding woodlands; it would not be the first time an exotic creature was unknowably transported stateside. And then there was the likelihood the stories were merely telltales, a case of mistaken identity perhaps. Even with all the drawbacks, there was an extremely slim chance the jaguar was something of the supernatural.

Gun in hand, the hunter trudged through the trees, searching for any indication a big cat was truly lurking in the forest. Eli did not notice anything out of the ordinary or that caught her attention. Silence heavily blanketed the wooded area; only the sound of her boots crushing the leaves underfoot echoed in her ears. A part of her hoped the rumors proved false. She wished to pack up and get going without delay. There was no telling what could happen during her stay—innocent people could be murdered; at least nobody had been injured by the beast at present.

Stepping through a dense area of undergrowth, Eli extracted leaves and twigs from her hair and thorns from her clothing; she was used to doing so. As she glanced upward, she came to an abrupt halt. A few feet ahead sat a large animal; illuminated by the moonlight she could decipher the sinewy body of a jaguar. The creature stood above a deer, ravenously pulling at its flesh. Slowly, Eli aimed her gun. If it was merely an ordinary jaguar she did not want to take its life; after all it was only giving into its instincts. She planned on tranquilizing it instead.

[andarial]

The footsteps came to Andee's ears. They twitched and she pulled her lips back from her teeth clear her motuh and scent the air. A human, one that smelled of danger. Like when another cat was hunting you could scent the purpose and danger they hunted with. She reluctantly turned from the deer carcass in front of her and faced the human who was leveling the gun on her jaguar in front of her. Narrowing her luminous green eyes she let a large roar and gathered herself settling her weight in her hindquarters.

With a powerful leap she was pushing the world away from her body with her back paws and was rushing toward the woman in front of her. Her stocky jaguar form was running quickly toward her, and then making a huge jump, aiming with sheathed claws to put her huge paws on the girl's shoulders and knock her down. Perhaps it would knock the gun from her hand, perhaps not. Andee knew it would make her unstable enough to be distracted if the attack hit right and she could flee without a fight. She had no desire to fight this poor hunter. She was one of them after all.

She had been a hunter for such a long time. She'd been hunting on her own for about five years after being trained and then having her mentor die on her in a hunt. Die in her very arms, it made her just that much more determined to hunt the supernatural. It just seemed like the only thing she was good at anymore. Besides she actually enjoyed killing those things as long as they weren't evil. She even went as far as to try and keep the good shape shifters alive and left the other good supernatural creatures alone. She didn't want them all to die out. If she could control it so could they, She couldn't be prejudice, she was one of them after all.

Words: 335
Muse: Good
Song: Dogs of War- Brand X music

[ZERACHIEL ?!]

Gasping as the weight of the jaguar’s large paws impelled her downward, propelling the gun from her hands, Eli extracted the knife from her coat pocket, slashing threateningly at the large cat, wishing to drive it away. She did not want to harm the beast before her, however she might have to considering her current predicament. Crouching on the hard, frozen earth, she stared directly into the brilliant green gaze of the creature, not displaying any form of fear or submission.

Eli sensed profound thoughts and feelings within, similar to that of a humans—most certainly not an animals. Was the jaguar even a jaguar at all? Perhaps it had been wise of her to investigate the article and various news reports.

“I mean you no harm,” she said, her words genuine. “The gun was merely a tranquilizer. I had wished to assist. . .however, you are not truly a jaguar are you?” she inquired, arching a brow.

She waited for a response, not moving an inch, her legs beginning to ache as she held her position. The hunter hoped the whole situation was a simple misunderstanding and that there was no need to resort to violence. However, she was ready to counteract if need be.