Chasing You Down

[bella]

occ - open to anyone!!!

After my run in with the fierce cat that refused to leave me alone, though I had some fun never leaving her alone likewise *smirk*, I decided that I should get in some hunting. I hadn't eaten for a while and I thought I could come here to meet a new face. A new, nicer face to be exact. Since I was also very hungry, I felt like tracking down a couple of small things instead of one big animal to get my fill of fun for the night.
I heard movement in the bushes, my night vision searching around for the noisey culprit. I began to stalk it, but then winced out a small hiss as the pain in my back started to sear ever so slightly. Ugh, I would have to deal with it for now. But the small animal had heard me and started running. Ha, as if it could out run a cheetah. I jolted after the little jack rabbit and then pounced, taunting it slightly with the thought of escape. I held it while it struggled for a while and then all movement stopped.
I smiled, satisfied, and helped myself. The rabbit was small though, and not very filling. I was ready for another, looking around the area and realizing that I was still alone. Oh well, I suppose. The more for me, the better. And I walked off alone in the moonlight.

[starlingshour]

I Envision The World In...

Wylie had gotten bored on her little look out in the tree. The day had just begun and already she was itchy without having to do something. Her head was awirl with thoughts as she jumped down from her perch. Unbeknownst to her she began to track. Tracking was one of her specialties, along with killing, spying, and the occasional seduction murder. Right now though she was thinking about a more pressing matter of her work. Where would she find her next job?

The pads on her paws ached with the distance she had traveled. Wylie needed foot; she needed food now. No one knew how badly she just wanted to scream with agitation. 'Mine as well hunt since I can't do anything else at the moment.' Slowing to an easy stop she closed her eyes to smell her surroundings. The wind blew across her fur. Soon she caught the smell of another cat.

Figures I would stumble across her again.

Wylie mumbled quite annoyed. Another scent drifted across her nose. Antelope? No, that wasn't it. Buffalo. Yes the smell was too strong to be a scrawny antelope. Rolling her strong shoulders she began to stalk the poor herd of buffalo. A male stood off from the heard just a ways. Her nostrils flared and she quietly rolled in the mud under her feet to disguise her scent. About five feet away from the male she sprang. Her coiled muscles realized and her claws dug into the buffalo's hide. He began to buck; well as best a buffalo could buck anyway. The small bumps did not phase Wylie at all. Creeping forward on the buffalo's back she thrust her claws into his deep neck. As soon as blood was drawn he stumbled and fell to the ground. No noise emitted from his maw since the blood clogged his windpipe. Red liquid spilled from his nose and eye sockets. When he finally died Wylie left out a menacing hiss; warning the coyotes around her to stay away.

Her already red died ivories pierced the males side and she began to eat her meal. Wylie could only devour about a quarter of the male. Walking away she heard the coyotes digging into her kill. The female left the blood stains on her fur warning all to stay far away from this little assassin. Only the dumb and arrogant would approach her now and she would make quick kills of them for the good of all their species.

In the distance Wylie was able to see the young 'princess' cheetah eating a skimpy meal of a small jack rabbit. Rolling her eyes she walked toward her. Maybe she could blow some steam and argue with the femmae for awhile. Wylie's breathing had calmed since her stalking and now she had an air of royalty to her; although all could see she was clearly not royalty. Her blood soaked coat easily distinguished her from the royals. Wylie preferred not to boast about all the royals she had killed though. Being on a wanted list was not one of her passionate goals.

...Red

[bella]

I looked up after I had had my fill of the rabbit. I was ready to track something else down. I felt in the mood to run, to chase. To catch and kill my pray rather than to just eat a dinner. I saw herd of buffalo (buffali?) running from something. And there she was.
That cat again, the one who I had fought with. I was not in the mood for this. Then I remembered her boasting about being an assassin. That could be useful. I stalked up to her, trying to be quite and stelthy like usual, but my limbs quaked with fear. But from what though?
I had taken her on before and I had survivied. Not to say I was smart about any of it really. Still, I figured that nothing short of nasty words would be exchanged this time. I didn't really want to talk, but my legs were moving for me. Like they just knew what I wanted to ask her to do for me.
My mind was saying, why not? He hurt you already. He killed your father. Though he might already be dead, I wanted to try at least. My mind said it was irrational and stupid, what I wanted this killer cat to do for me, but my heart was torn in two by him and I wanted him dead. It would probably hurt me more if I saw the life drain from his face, but if I didn't, the thought that I could have would haunt be forever.
Still, my body make up my mind for me as I walked up to the cat.

[starlingshour]

Wylie had turned her back on the femmae and sat down waiting for her to finish her meal. She didn't like to watch others eat, the blood of their meal always make her want to kill. The cat shrugged. That wasn't always a bad thing. Her tail flicked through the tall grass. Every step the cheetah took Wylie calculated. When the female began to walk forward a wicked grin appeared on Wylie's face. Her steps seemed almost reluctant and she could hear the stalks of grass seem to shiver. The cheetah was nervous! Ha! Wylie's pride was boosted higher than it already was. Clearly, she could hear the cheetah's pounding heart beat.

Ten feet away, now six, four, two... Wylie sprang around on her haunched and growled fiercely. She could have sworn on her life that cheetah jumped at least five feet in the air when she did that. Wylie laughed horrendously. It was rude but knowing Wylie she didn't care. Finally composing herself she sat on her haunches and calmly licked her front paw. Looking up she said,

And what do you want grub?

Wylie's eyes gleemed ready to hear this pathetic tale.

ooc: I think it would be really cool if you would make this character that Wylie is supposed to kill and then while spying on him she falls in 'love' with him and totally blows off Black Diamond Night.