Post by TEAGAN TEAGAN TEAGAN TEAGAN TE on Jun 16, 2012 11:47:43 GMT -5
The Monolayre strolled down the streets of Drakborough as dusk set in, letting the sun kiss the earth goodnight.
Or perhaps it was more that she padded along, flicking her blue-gray tail as she stepped silently across the cobblestones, her green eyes cautiously scanning the streets as her ears perked to the sounds surrounding her. Doors slammed shut, and bolts clicked into place.
Her long triangular ears swiveled to the left as a rodent scurried through an ally.
She lowered herself to the ground, feeling the warm stone beneath her pads as she flexed out her claws. Her pupils widened as she crept closer and closer, silent as feather drifting to the ground with naught but a flutter.
Unsurprisingly, it bolted as she lunged forward. It was not as though she had much cover on an open street like this. No grass to huddle in, no bushes to use as a shield... But, then again, she was only playing. After all of her experience as an animagus, she knew that acting like a cat as much as possible was in her best interests. Besides, hunting was fun. As a cat, she was less concerned with acting so seriously all the time, so she could act more playfully.
As a human, she was just as playful--only more secretive about it. Putting strange potions in the punch, charming doors to sing... interesting songs when open, etc. She had hobbies. She had fun. She just refused to show it.
After all, a Russian blue was "timid around strangers."
To her, everyone was a stranger. Was that not right?
As the other Drakborough citizens locked up for the night, protecting themselves as they could from the Triangle Tunnel horrors and furry beasties that might claw their ways in, scraping artlessly at their doors and windows, Teagan stalked off toward the forest. Or rather to the Diadem Fortress, via way of the forest. Granted, it was a mite out of her way, but she preferred the shelter of trees to the nakedness of an open path while in this four-legged form. She had discovered, rather unfortunately, that some very large birds of prey (read: big-ass owls, eagles, and sometimes very stupid hawks) occasionally saw a cat as a tasty treat.
She paused for a moment, brushing her side against a tree. She forced her senses outward.... Touch. The pressure of the bark against her side, the warm earth beneath her feet. Some pebbles. A gentle breeze. Smell. Vermin. Lycan, not fresh. No fresh predator scents. Plants. Trees. Leaves. Flowers. Rot. A human's corpse was buried not too far away. Taste. Saliva, herbs, nothing new. Hearing. The flutter of leaves. Scurrying rodents. The hum of bees. Her small and rapid heartbeat. The crack of a twig. Sight. Trees. Shrubbery. Movement. A bird.
And then, most importantly, she stretched out a sense she trained more and more after graduating from FFU--muggles might call it ESP, but all she was doing was sensing the magic and life of things. She pushed it out gently, feeling everything softly. The squirrels, birds, deer, and other animals were all normal creatures. The same for the plants and insects, although some plants had the flavor of magic.
She decided the area was safe. Keeping the tendrils of her senses, especially the magical one, out, the feline bolted forward and moved swiftly, slowing her pace as necessary.
A cloth bag swung at her chest, pulling on the strings that hugged her neck.
Suddenly, the feline froze. Her fur stood on end. Suddenly, oh so suddenly, she was not certain about being on the edge of the Forbidden Forest any longer. This place... felt completely different. Completely different.
Heat brushed her collarbones, swinging side to side.
She could not recognize the bizarre sky, and the area reeked of magic, making her cringe slightly. She kept her witch's senses focused as she glanced around at unfamiliar twisted trees and the scent of lake water pet her fur.
Toto, thought the misplaced witch, narrowing her eyes as she realized she would not reach the fortress tonight, I don't think I'm in Kansas anymore.
Her tail gave an irritated flick.
Or perhaps it was more that she padded along, flicking her blue-gray tail as she stepped silently across the cobblestones, her green eyes cautiously scanning the streets as her ears perked to the sounds surrounding her. Doors slammed shut, and bolts clicked into place.
Her long triangular ears swiveled to the left as a rodent scurried through an ally.
She lowered herself to the ground, feeling the warm stone beneath her pads as she flexed out her claws. Her pupils widened as she crept closer and closer, silent as feather drifting to the ground with naught but a flutter.
Unsurprisingly, it bolted as she lunged forward. It was not as though she had much cover on an open street like this. No grass to huddle in, no bushes to use as a shield... But, then again, she was only playing. After all of her experience as an animagus, she knew that acting like a cat as much as possible was in her best interests. Besides, hunting was fun. As a cat, she was less concerned with acting so seriously all the time, so she could act more playfully.
As a human, she was just as playful--only more secretive about it. Putting strange potions in the punch, charming doors to sing... interesting songs when open, etc. She had hobbies. She had fun. She just refused to show it.
After all, a Russian blue was "timid around strangers."
To her, everyone was a stranger. Was that not right?
As the other Drakborough citizens locked up for the night, protecting themselves as they could from the Triangle Tunnel horrors and furry beasties that might claw their ways in, scraping artlessly at their doors and windows, Teagan stalked off toward the forest. Or rather to the Diadem Fortress, via way of the forest. Granted, it was a mite out of her way, but she preferred the shelter of trees to the nakedness of an open path while in this four-legged form. She had discovered, rather unfortunately, that some very large birds of prey (read: big-ass owls, eagles, and sometimes very stupid hawks) occasionally saw a cat as a tasty treat.
She paused for a moment, brushing her side against a tree. She forced her senses outward.... Touch. The pressure of the bark against her side, the warm earth beneath her feet. Some pebbles. A gentle breeze. Smell. Vermin. Lycan, not fresh. No fresh predator scents. Plants. Trees. Leaves. Flowers. Rot. A human's corpse was buried not too far away. Taste. Saliva, herbs, nothing new. Hearing. The flutter of leaves. Scurrying rodents. The hum of bees. Her small and rapid heartbeat. The crack of a twig. Sight. Trees. Shrubbery. Movement. A bird.
And then, most importantly, she stretched out a sense she trained more and more after graduating from FFU--muggles might call it ESP, but all she was doing was sensing the magic and life of things. She pushed it out gently, feeling everything softly. The squirrels, birds, deer, and other animals were all normal creatures. The same for the plants and insects, although some plants had the flavor of magic.
She decided the area was safe. Keeping the tendrils of her senses, especially the magical one, out, the feline bolted forward and moved swiftly, slowing her pace as necessary.
A cloth bag swung at her chest, pulling on the strings that hugged her neck.
Suddenly, the feline froze. Her fur stood on end. Suddenly, oh so suddenly, she was not certain about being on the edge of the Forbidden Forest any longer. This place... felt completely different. Completely different.
Heat brushed her collarbones, swinging side to side.
She could not recognize the bizarre sky, and the area reeked of magic, making her cringe slightly. She kept her witch's senses focused as she glanced around at unfamiliar twisted trees and the scent of lake water pet her fur.
Toto, thought the misplaced witch, narrowing her eyes as she realized she would not reach the fortress tonight, I don't think I'm in Kansas anymore.
Her tail gave an irritated flick.