Watching, Waiting

[Kisa]

Character: Emma Lovette

The still night air left all but the smallest of leaves undisturbed in it's weak breath, and a cold glow of the full moon covered all life with it's bright face when a thundering cadence of crackling leaves and twigs breaking under a galloping footfall of an unknown creature broke the night's silence.

Yellow eyes peering out from a mess of midnight fur flew threw the forest path, running as though at any moment the forest would catch fire. The body of the beast was being put through it's paces, heart pounding, sweat pouring, cool night air was being sucked into panting lungs. This is what it feels to be a live, and this exhilarated the soul that was housed within.

This was a treat for Emma that she only allowed herself to do only once in awhile to save herself from becoming bored to easily. Tonight was her first night in 10 years of being inside a living body, her first night in 10 years to -- feel. Her usual days was spent exploring the fringe -- learning it's secrets in a hope to forget her own. But today was special, today Emma was feeling blood coursing through arteries and hot runny sweat stinging her eyes, this feeling made her feel a simple happiness that she hasn't felt since before she died all those years ago.

For too long she thought of herself as a ghost of a girl long forgotten and trapped in a forsaken land, but tonight she was just allowing herself to feel the simple functions of living while in possession of the powerful body of a Fringe wolf.

While she still had possession of this creature, she turned the wolf's body towards a river -- leaping in it, tossing water up in the air with her splashes while biting at the droplets. She was causing a lot of noise, but she had no care for that because she is a ghost who can not be harmed by physical means. Tonight was meant to be a night of pure blind happiness for Emma, she had no second to care about her actions...

[Lucius]

	Hidden under the crescendo of snapping twigs, and crunching leaves is the slightest sound of stealthy foot falls making their way after the Fringe wolf. Grey spotted fur shifted and danced with its owners steady trotting pace. Even though the large wolf was sprinting as hard as was possible it wasn't like its hunter would lose its scent. Not for such a skilled hunter as the large beast slowly making its way through the forest. Bright blue eyes sparkled with glee, and a hint of malice as they caught sight of the wolf once again. He was gaining ground on the wolf.  Sure Ma would be pissed at him for going on a hunt. Lucius could still hear his mothers words. 'You stupid little shit! What have I told you?! Your rank is scout! If I wanted you to go out and hunt I would have told you so! The werecat could feel the sharp slap his mother would give to the back of his head anytime he was doing something stupid. It wasn't his fault that walking the borders was boring as fuck. At least the Hunters could run through the woods as they pleased, feeling the blood burning through their veins. The thrill of the hunt he so longed for.  Creeping to a stop at the tree line the cat watched with growing hunger as the wolf began splashing and dancing around in one of the many rivers that ran through the Fringe. Flexing his toes, digging his claws into the dirt. His sensitive ears picked up the rushing sound of the wolfs blood flooding its veins. Taking a quick glance over his shoulder he listened to see if he and the wolf were the only two around for a few good miles. He didn't need one of his mothers spies dropping in on him and then turning tail to tattle like the little brats they are.  Once he was sure there was no one around he pounced. Springing forth from the trees toward where the wolf was. He knew he only had two options; either he caught the wolf, or he missed. If his attack hit he'd dig his claws into the canines flank, using his height and weight to knock his prey off balance before sinking his fangs into the tender flesh of the wolves neck. If he missed he'd skid across the river rocks to come to a stop so he could whirl around to face his new prey.
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Tagged: Emma Lovette	Credits: Aquarius of BTN

[Kisa]

Suddenly the atmosphere of Emma's romp in the river changed in less time than it would take to blink.

Ever get that feeling that someone is watching you? Well, Emma had this same feeling, and it seared into the back off her head. She knew in her borrowed bones, that someone was watching her... Waiting for an opportune time to pounce.

Emma has learned to trust her instincts in her centuries of being a ghost, and her instincts told her to pretend that she took no notice on the prying eyes -- if few only a few seconds.

Mere seconds passed in her now less than playful romp in the river before she rolled her body towards the left side of the river bank, water slinging in her sweaty fur and into the air as she made a fast dive to save herself from the unknown danger.

Her huge black paws pressed against the tiny rocks as she regained her footing, her yellow eyes peered into the darkness to gaze upon a cat-like creature hiding in the shadows of night. Apparently just as Emma took a nose-dive, this cat had pounced from the wildlife to attack.

"Is this cat out of it's ever-loving mind? Can't it see that a wolf behaving this way at night, in the MESMER FOREST of all places is a bit odd," her thoughts spoke.

With all the strange a creatures that wonder the mind-bending Mesmer forest it was an unwritten rule among the living to not stray far by yourself and to only hunt animals that you KNEW would not give you any trouble.

And within a split second Emma knew all that she needed to know about this creature. This was a creature who did not care about safety, this was a creature that was itching to show off... Maybe to impress someone. She smirked, "Such a young, foolish soul," she thought to herself as she bared her teeth in an offensive growl, giving the creature a warning she to back off and leave this place. She knew better to expect this cocky creature to accept her warning, but the instinct of the wolf's body was begging to mix with her own instincts.

[Lucius]

	Well fucking shit! He had missed! Digging his claws in to the cold damp river shore he twisted his large body to face the growling wolf before him. 'It's gonna take a lot more than a little growl to scare me off..' He thought to himself as he bared his own fangs in a loud snarl. What you gonna do mutt? Arching his back, and raising the fur along his spine he gave a swat with one of  his paws towards the wolf. He wasn't really to interested in taking the wolf down as a meal, no he was really only hunting the beast for a little fun and games. He knew that if Ma found out he'd go out randomly to kill for sport she'd have his head on a platter. Letting loose one more low growl as he grumbled out more to himself than the wolf , "Come one I an't got all day." he knew there was no way the wolf could understand him. It wasn't like he was talking to another were, just a simple minded beast. Taking a few steps backwards he took a quick glance out of the corner of his eye. He hadn't noticed it before but now that he took a few seconds to have a look at his surroundings Lucius saw he was actually kinda close to the werewolf territory. Taking a quick sniff of the creature in font of him he could smell faint traces of the werewolves on it, but it wasn't one of them.  Still, he really didn't need to  get caught up in what he was doing and stumble off of Fringe land. His large tail flicked in annoyance. But he sure as hell wasn't going to turn tail and run off like some fucking coward. Maybe he could trick the beast into moving further into Fringe land. Possibly. Keeping his eyes locked on those of the beast he began side stepping. If he could get turned around he'd be able to have a little fun before heading back to camp.
Words: 344	Notes: Yeah. This is a crap post I know.
Tagged: Emma Lovette	Credits: Aquarius of BTN