Aodh's small form drifted inwards to shadow and to quiet. As he entered the opening of the cavernous maze the warmth settled over his pelt, some snow flakes that had gathered in his mane began to melt away into the hair. With a few strides taken inwards he gave his flaxen body one good shake to dispel some water and dirt both from his persons. Then- inwards to the warm dark of this cave. Mercifully the temperature was fairly constant inside, and relief from the winter's air outside. There was no wind to bite at his ear tips or chill to nip at his nose. The air was moist, each inhale of breath felt revitalizing. Each second more warmth seeped back into his muscles and bones. His dark ichorious face looked content in its dark expression, pale pink eyes calmed and giving a studious passing glance to a few rocks here and there while he wandered.
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With the last of the rainfall seeming to have swept across the peninsula, summer days await! The days are warm, though comfortable, and peeter off into more mild evenings while the humidity remains low. It is the perfect inbetween until things transition towards more sweltering temperatures, so best enjoy it while it is here.
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11-28-2021, 02:08 PM
Creeping; The act of imitating the slither and silence of a snake, so that one may go undetected in their movements as they spy upon another.
It was common for this one to be found lurking in the shadows. Choosing to move beneath the cover of night and avoid the harsh glare of day, it had effectively become a nocturnal being. Circadian Rhythm, reversed. Traveling during the dark hours was infinitely advantageous to one who had such an inclination for stealth and such a heap of melanin in its skin. To move when others slept gave time for calculation--the Group would not be gaining ground on this one as it moved, thus removing the anxiety of the hunted and replacing it with the bravado of the retreating. Furthermore, prey animals were more often of the diurnal type, allowing for easier ambush while they slumbered. The panic and confusion of being roused from one's dreams by pain and terror was absolutely delicious, and this one savored it. Still, not all hours could be safe from the sun, and hideaways were necessary. Such as this network of caverns this one had stumbled upon just before dawn.
The entrance to the tunnels had been unassuming; A small crack perfect-sized for this one's miniscule stature to slink into. There was a tight crawl, then the opening widened into a cavern that had so, so many exits to choose from. All of which headed deeper into the earth. It was delightful. Had this one not been so exhausted from its traveling, it would have certainly enjoyed scouting each and every path to its end. A cartographer, of sorts, this one was. Yet it was tired, its body did ache, and the dawn it had left outside was a not-so-gentle push to sleep. So exploration was limited to the discovery of a large room with a ledge near the ceiling on which to perch. Perch this one did, and drift into fitful dreams. Hours passed in an unconscious state, senses kept on alert for any major change in environment. Many more hours, until the natural cycle told that night was falling, would have passed, had the breeze that moved through all the tunnels not brought the scent of another to this one's nostrils.
In the shadow, even with night vision gifted to felines of all kinds, it would be difficult to discern the existence of this one upon the ledge. The glimmer of damp walls and embedded crystals--more simple structures within the rock rather than formed shapes themselves--illuminated the glint of black eyes opening, and the silk of fur moving. Beyond that... there was only the sound of paw pads. An ever so slight rustle of tissue against stone. It measured its breaths so that they came slow and quiet, and dropped near-silently from the ledge and to the floor. The flow of air brought the scent of male from a larger tunnel that connected to this room. This one had found a smaller connection that came out halfway down that tunnel, and so took it in an effort to end up behind the other cat. Curiosity drove it through the narrow passage and out into the larger tunnel, where the outline of its quarry could be seen moving toward the room. Caution kept its movements fluid, paws placed carefully, and all senses trained.
And with as much finesse as it could manage, it tracked the male as he moved, wondering if the scent of its slumber in the main room would confuse the fact that the breeze was carrying its presence behind him to him. How fun this would be.
words. 605
tags. @Aodh
notes. she enjoys stalking people ;P
Trade: Assassin
practice speed or stealth
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track another through neutral territory
1/2 action posts
It was common for this one to be found lurking in the shadows. Choosing to move beneath the cover of night and avoid the harsh glare of day, it had effectively become a nocturnal being. Circadian Rhythm, reversed. Traveling during the dark hours was infinitely advantageous to one who had such an inclination for stealth and such a heap of melanin in its skin. To move when others slept gave time for calculation--the Group would not be gaining ground on this one as it moved, thus removing the anxiety of the hunted and replacing it with the bravado of the retreating. Furthermore, prey animals were more often of the diurnal type, allowing for easier ambush while they slumbered. The panic and confusion of being roused from one's dreams by pain and terror was absolutely delicious, and this one savored it. Still, not all hours could be safe from the sun, and hideaways were necessary. Such as this network of caverns this one had stumbled upon just before dawn.
The entrance to the tunnels had been unassuming; A small crack perfect-sized for this one's miniscule stature to slink into. There was a tight crawl, then the opening widened into a cavern that had so, so many exits to choose from. All of which headed deeper into the earth. It was delightful. Had this one not been so exhausted from its traveling, it would have certainly enjoyed scouting each and every path to its end. A cartographer, of sorts, this one was. Yet it was tired, its body did ache, and the dawn it had left outside was a not-so-gentle push to sleep. So exploration was limited to the discovery of a large room with a ledge near the ceiling on which to perch. Perch this one did, and drift into fitful dreams. Hours passed in an unconscious state, senses kept on alert for any major change in environment. Many more hours, until the natural cycle told that night was falling, would have passed, had the breeze that moved through all the tunnels not brought the scent of another to this one's nostrils.
In the shadow, even with night vision gifted to felines of all kinds, it would be difficult to discern the existence of this one upon the ledge. The glimmer of damp walls and embedded crystals--more simple structures within the rock rather than formed shapes themselves--illuminated the glint of black eyes opening, and the silk of fur moving. Beyond that... there was only the sound of paw pads. An ever so slight rustle of tissue against stone. It measured its breaths so that they came slow and quiet, and dropped near-silently from the ledge and to the floor. The flow of air brought the scent of male from a larger tunnel that connected to this room. This one had found a smaller connection that came out halfway down that tunnel, and so took it in an effort to end up behind the other cat. Curiosity drove it through the narrow passage and out into the larger tunnel, where the outline of its quarry could be seen moving toward the room. Caution kept its movements fluid, paws placed carefully, and all senses trained.
And with as much finesse as it could manage, it tracked the male as he moved, wondering if the scent of its slumber in the main room would confuse the fact that the breeze was carrying its presence behind him to him. How fun this would be.
words. 605
tags. @Aodh
notes. she enjoys stalking people ;P
practice speed or stealth
1/2 action posts
track another through neutral territory
1/2 action posts
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