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Sitting on the back of her Personal Youma, Lavendulan was lost in thought when Tallulah lifted his head suddenly, attention fixated on a sound unheard, a sight unseen, an aura that feathered the edge of their senses in an almost provocative way. It belonged to a Page, that much she knew from the distance, but more than just having a weak aura, something about it felt off…

Like catnip to a feline, the aura they both felt seemed to call to them in a way she couldn’t explain. A sirens song but yet no words were spoken.

Tallulah felt his Captian grab hold of a fistful of his mane, a silent approval to see who beckoned them. They skirted the area looking for a vantage point to observe from a distance in case this was some trap to lure them out into the open, but after ten or so minutes, no other aura appeared. From where she sat, this didn't appear to be a trap, if it was, then likely it was still in the process of being made.

“Should we have a little fun?” Laven leaned forward and patted her youma’s scaled neck before dismounting. She moved to stand in front of Tallulah and grabbed a fistful of his beard to bring his attention to her and her command. “Don’t kill him. I want to know why this feels so different.” Her pupils pulled into thin slits and then blew out wide like a feline before they pounced on their prey.

There would be an ample amount of energy as a treat so long as he heeded her words.

Tallulah reared his head back, his silvery hair slipping free from Lavendulan’s loosened grip. A low rumble rolled through his chest as his whole body shook and hooves struk the ground precariously close to her feet. A deliberate display of irritation, but not defiance. Her youma knew better than to hurt her in such a way.

Laven narrowed her icy glacial blue eyes. She knew he was frustrated, anticipating a hunt but left feeling restless and impatient. But this was no ordinary Page, and Lavendulan wanted answers. She could tolerate her youma’s games when she had learned how to ride bare back, even indulged his need to run freely and hunger for a chase, but there were lines that shouldn’t be crossed.

With a firm push of her webbed hand against his scaled shoulder, she sent him forward. “Go,” she commanded, sending him on his way while she held back to observe how Tallulah handled his pursuit.

Unhindered by uneven terrain, Tallulah effortlessly descended the hill with fluid grace, and maneuvered his way toward the treeline that circled the lake up ahead. When he reached the water's edge, he didn’t hesitate. Instead of following the sandy shore, Tallulah maintained his stride and ran across the water as if it were solid ground. Each stride created a ripple the froze briefly before melting back to liquid just as quickly.

The Page’s aura was faint but steady, guiding the youma like a beacon. He didn’t need to see the man’s movement to know where he was.

Experienced as he was with pursuing prey, Tallulah was not interested in a direct chase. Too simple, and instead circled wide through the thick bushes to cut off the Page and herd him towards his companion that waited on the hillside. But the closer he got to the target, the stronger the more tantalizing the pull was to disobey Lavendulan’s orders and devour his starseed before she could stop him.