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Post by Rena DeVito on Oct 25, 2009 21:42:25 GMT -5
Alexx grinned, teeth flashing in the moonlight. She silently stalked Ryan, avoiding stepping on any leaves or other such detriments in her path. The hoodie-clad teen knew someone was following him - he was no fool. The muscular tiger could tell he knew by the way he walked - slightly tense, as though he was waiting for someone to jump him. Ach. Too bad he wasn't going to get jumped today. At least, not by this girl.
Hopefully Ryan would do something interesting soon, for Alexx's short attention span was already beginning to break. Her ears twitched as she contemplated chasing after one of the other teen's footsteps. They would, no doubt, show proper fear for her strength. 'Meh. Don't be boring now.' Alexx mentally told Ryan. The fact that he had been sitting up in a tree no longer intrigued her. He was a shifter, she had seen his tattoo. He was probably a raccoon or some other tree-dwelling mammal. The fact that he hadn't told her his name wasn't exactly a real hooker either. After all, she hadn't told him her own. A small snarl sounded, 'C'mon you dumb ass! Entertain me!'
Alexx's boredom was suddenly eased as the handsome boy moved into the abandon warehouse. 'What could he want in there? Does he plan to shift and fight me in there?' Alexx considered this for a moment, and decided his shifted form wasn't a large enough animal to fight her. Unless it was a bear or something similar. 'Maybe he's meeting someone? Or maybe he lives there!' As he moved further into the building, Alexx circled around to one of the many other entrances were. This way they wouldn't be able to see her shadow as she slipped inside.
As she entered the building, she heard Ryan's deep voice exclaim, "Noxx." Noxx? Alexx would have raised an eyebrow if she could have. The tigress supposed she shouldn't have been surprised that girl had decided to hang out in a place like this. It was probably one of the safer places for her to take her drugs. Alexx inhaled the musty air, noting the crisp bite of autumn, the dusty smell of rotting boxes and other old items, Noxx's rather strong smoke and cat stench, Ryan's scent, and one other's scent, unidentified.
The two simply stood there, staring at each other. 'BOOOOOORING!' Alexx mentally complained. She took the moment to take in what Noxx was wearing. Interesting outfit to wear. The girl sported a black, long sleeve shirt. Skin tight, which was a plus. The circles cut out? Well, they did add a certain sense of...charm or intrigue, but they weren't exactly the best thing to do. Black cargo pants adorned her legs, with a silver stud belt at her hips. Ick. Who wore cargo pants? Certainly not Alexx. Her hips were loaded with all sorts of bundles, probably some of Noxx's guns, knives, and other assortment of weapons. Pah...Why the girl always carried so many weapons was beyond Alexx. After all, when one was such a natural beauty as Alexx and Noxx, who needed those other weapons? The girl puffed on her cigarette. Again. Ick.
The tigress's ears flickered back, and her head turned as she heard a warning growl, "There will be no fighting while I'm here." "Oh relax-" Alexx started, but then got a look at the source. 'My, my, my. What do we have here?' Sleek black coat couldn't conceal the rolling muscles that this panther had. Alexx relaxed her crouched stance. At her full height, she might stand an inch or two taller then the panther, was a bit longer, and a bit heavier. Being a Bengal tiger, albeit a small one, gave her larger proportions and a heavier weight then almost every other cat.
Alexx contemplated on whether or not she should insult this panther or flirt with him. He certainly had a magnificent form, but who knew? He could be really ugly in his human form. Also, even though she was bigger, she didn't go around killing people. This person - whoever he was - certainly looked like he meant business.
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Post by -иoxx on Oct 26, 2009 19:08:07 GMT -5
Perspective on a circle, routine a daily objective. You wake up, eat if your body craves it, and then you do what you do. 'Well what do you do?' For this attractive female, it's to shoot herself up with heroin before wandering the city streets. Often finding some form of entertainment, one claw or another. At this particular night, where the streets were more crowded than natural, Noxx took shelter in the warehouse where all was silent accept for those who dared to approach the creepy building, let alone herself.
'Noxx?' Looking up, felt her lungs constrict as an exhale was necessary. Cigarette fell to the ground where it was stepped on, being scrapped into the rather damp pavement. Smoke twirling a swirling as it evened out until the visible became invisible. Blinking in acknowledgment thought nothing of Ryan coming here. Though an errie chill ran down her spine as feline scent hit her nose.
Crystal eyes staring past Ryan, and into the rafters tried to pinpoint the location of the cat. Though just as the tiger turned the corner, Noxx realized that two large cats had basically pinned her against the wall. Eyes narrowing, couldn't help but let out a low hiss. The kind where a five year old might copy an angry cat. A completely human hiss, though it's meaning oh so much different.
Staring at Ryan, jerked her head slightly, and in a whirl of black Ryan disappeared. Afterward a click of talons against metal heard, and a black crow stared down at the action. Preferring to flight rather than fight; for these cats were predators and Ryan was prey. Beady black eyes, and sharp beak leaned forward as if ready to dive down to claw the large feline's eyes out; one of his only defenses.
Noxx watched the bird, before turning her attention back to the two cats. Eyes narrowed, nostrils flared, hands an inch from her side. Index finger twitching slighting, wanting to draw her weapon without revealing her true form; yet. Not even Alexx knew her form. Yet cheetah's weren't meant to fight, they were meant to run to take flight when the time was right. For even the smallest injury, in the Savannah, could mean death and termination.
Crystal ice eyes traveling over the pelt of the black panther, let out another low hiss. There was an aura of power about this one, an individual that she would have to conquer in her rage for power, dominance, respect. To prove that just because she was a beautiful female, it didn't mean that her cold fangs wouldn't puncture the soft skin near the jugular. Or crush the windpipe, slowly suffocating the victim to death. No. When her era came, when her time arrived; everyone would know who she was and her purpose.
Everyone was in her animal form, accept her, whispers and jeers. Though she could not understand them, the flick of an ear the twitch of a tail. Rustling wings in the rafters signaled that the bird was still there. Staring, loathing, the duo of cats, felt her body start to tingle as her anatomy was rearanced. Shoulders were shoved backward, hips repositioned themselves, the creep of a tail as human turned to cheetah.
Head high, tail curved the tip twitching, ears flicked forward, and pelt moving around the skeleton. One of the advantages of being such a slender cat, being able to move within your own hide, to squirm and writhe to sear pain into an attacker. To have unmatched agility; and average stamina. Though weak, very weak; for other cats she was prey. 'But not this kitty kat.'
{600 Words} {Noxx in Cheetah Form} {Reserved}
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