[PRP] Ghost in the darkness (Dobsonfly, Takala, Chaos)

[Fatal Irony]

This is a private rp between these characters:


 

[Fatal Irony]

It was pitch black. A new moon shrouded the forest in shadow, clouds covering even the stars. The stallion couldn't even see beyond his nose as he crept along alone. Not for the first time he questioned the wisdom of his actions. He'd heard a flimsy rumor about a rare stone that shone in darkness and could only be found at night and decided to go looking. He wasn't really a collector of rare items, but the interminable boredom he'd been suffering inspired him to go hunting anyway. Besides, his sisters haven't been around to bother and that always made him restless.

As he tripped for about the thousandth time he cursed under his breath and questioned his brilliant ideas once more. He stopped, trying in vain to make sense of where he was in the darkness. He sighed and leaned against a tree to ponder what to do. He'd never find his way back home. Should he settle in here for the night?








The skinwalker's eyes peeled open slowly as she rose, mist swirling about her in the damp air. Eyes that were accustomed to the night penetrated the darkness, seeking out movement, her nostrils scenting the air for prey. She hungered. Her claws contracted against the ground as she walked, churning the dirt with eagerness to rend flesh. She moved like a shadow, silent and fluid, as if she disappeared and rematerialized in a new place. She paused and listened, her ears on a swivel as she tried to feel out her prey. She travelled slowly, patience guiding her in her hunt. She wanted the best prey, after all. Something large enough to sate her for days, if she could find it. A wicked grin split her face as she thought of the last prey she had lured to her den. That one was perhaps still alive, down in that hole. Bleeding. Suffering. She licked her lips. She would not return to that spot. Instead she longed for a simpler hunt, one that would sate her hunger quickly that she might store up energy for the next big event. She needed to be well fed in order to trick new prey into being captured for her continued amusement. This was an important night. She listened. She moved. She waited. Finally, a scent! She changed directions.
 

[Fatal Irony]

He was indecisive, waivering between staying and trying to find his way home. His stomach growled and all thoughts of finding the rare stone were forgotten. He frowned and decided home was more appealing than staying under some rando tree, and so he set out in the general direction he hoped home was in. He caught a certain scent and his blood froze in his veins and he started to move more swiftly. There were few things more terrifying than the idea you were not alone in the darkness...








There was something large out there. Prey. Seemlessly she shifted to her cat form, effortless as breathing. She was even quieter as a cat, though she may have to shift back for the attack. That was an issue for later. She liked her cat form, her "natural" form. She was the Hunter. And She hungered. She picked up her pace until the scent was overpowering her senses and she climbed a tree to get the drop on whatever it was. She settled on a branch , listening. Yes, it was moving this way. Almost looking for her. As much as any soquili could be looking in the darkness. They would not see her in the boughs of the trees until it was too late. She nearly vibrated in exceitement, but her instincts kept her still. She waited until her prey was beneath her before she leaped from the darkness, aiming sharp claws at the soquili below.