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[atrb=border,0,true][cs=7][bg=1a1017] _____________________ A low brisk growl vibrated from the deep barrel of the black backed beast, massive paws carried the burden over the terrain with much ease. No problem was seen in the strides of the canine, no faltered step, no weakness shown by outward appearance. Which was much prefered and wanted by the brute as he strode ever so closer to a community of life he so much hated and wish didn't exsist. Golden-blue hazel optics scanned over the site before him as the wolf pulled to a stop on a small slope well above the annoying Village that inhabited the center of their territory. It was well known amongst the members of the pack that Geartan Zephit dispised and hated the human race, bad enough he had the ability to appear as a false presentation of the creatures. A jerk of the black masked cranium and a umph of displeasure, the massive canine frame decended down the decline. In merely the passing of a few trees paw prints were turned to human foot prints as so not to create suspicion of the village people. As they knew nothing of the greater species exsistant, it was ment and ordered to be kept that way. Infact such scum's village were under the protection of the Veronti, what a disgraceful job to have, protect mankind. They were weak and selfish, thought they could have anything they wanted yet so easily be killed by the simple motion of closing jaws. It was all to clear to Geartan at why they couldn't rid them the burdens of these low-lifes as it would be at the expense of the pack being wiped out by the other packs. There had to be someway they could up the other packs and have the chance to kill or enslave the human race. A dark cloaked figure slid past the crowds of the streets, it was early morning market with fresh meats, breads and livestock for sale. As being the bitter months of winter not many if any fruits or vegetables were being sold as what was left were kept for there own families. The shady figure paused for a mere moment going past the butcher block, the scent of fresh warm blood of swine reached his teardrop nares. Green-blue hazels shifted to look over for a glance, small rays of light only caught dark locks and eyes from underneith the hood as the sight of the dead hog enduced a loud grumble from the passer-by's gutt. It'd been well over three days since he'd taken the care to quench his hunger, no doubt he'd be able to get an easy meal in the market, but it'd be pricy as the prices alway spiked in the winters. Gritting his teeth and adjusting the opening of his long cloaked jacket, the male brute continued forth throughout the streets. Mainly honing in on any chatter or gossip from the locals, ensuring there was no rumors or scare stories of dangerous wolves in the forests. Gear knew well that even humans used horror stories of the big bad wolves of their children to scare them from running off on their own, if only they really knew the truth of their child-hood stories. Suddenly his muslcar frame was jostled back a step or two by a young girl that seemed to have been shoved into him and fallen before his feet. "I'm truly sorry Sir." Squeaked a nervous voice from the ground. With a swift motion of his hands his hood was tossed off his brow and one extended as stilts gave way to kneel and help the blond maiden up. "Here ma'am, Nothing to worry about are you okay." Acting as that of just a humble helpful gentleman, Geartan helped the girl to her feet. The scent of the testosterone driven boy that had pushed her infront of her and his friends already reached the wolf's nose. Such a disgusting thing to smell. Brushing snow off her shoulder, intense hard eyes glared at the boy and his friends, "Get over it. Young man that she wants nothing to do with you and remove yourselves from the ladies' presences. The whole lot of you!" His voice was firm and full of command worse than that of a father ordering his son about, there was no give in his tone to allow them to peep one word. Like pups the group of boys tucked tail, turned and ran off as the girls gocked as their friend returned to their sides, "Thankyou again Sir, What's your name so I can properly thank you?" The blonde had summoned the guts to pipe up and speak to Geartan, it was amusing seeing the girls efforts. Looking her over more thoroughly she was rather attractive with bright blue eyes and her confidence, now the less not worth the man's time. " Love. I assure you my name is not required for my ears to hear your gratitude. You are welcome and I suggest trying to flirt with men that will treat you better than that boy." Both his gaze and tone had soften to cox and charm the young ladies as he gave a bow of his skull. Long dark mahogany strands fell to cover his eyes as he adjusted his coat once again but left the hood down this time to continue on his path. There was silence as he passed the speachless girls then giggles and gossip bursted from them as he was thought to be out of ear short. Naive young human girls. Had Geartan been deprived of the wolfess bodice so long he'd actually taken the time to look such lower specimen over. Shaking his head at such a thought, it wasn't even amusing to him in the least. _____________________ 0:words.

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Vibrant green irises took in the decent of the life giving sunlight. It was the marker of another day's end, and the signal for Asher to leave her secluded chambers in order to mingle with the world. The twilight and long night hours that followed always seemed to yield her the least trouble with her identity.While the humans feared the lycans, she was something that was nearly unheard of, a panther shifter. She had never encountered one like herself before.

Afraid to try and join in a pack for safety, for fear of rejection or worse consequences, she stayed away for her own well being. Asher made her living being alone, and by prevailing in her favorite hobby, theft. She figured that none of the humans would mind if she borrowed an item here or there indefinitly. Being a shifter, she also would live much longer then the average human, so she figured that these items could gleam for her and serve a purpse with her much longer. It made sense, besides she would never pity the ones that were a danger to her. Natrually she spent more time in her cat form in the night light, as her pitch black coat teneded to blend seemlessly into her surroundings. It made sneaking away from her targets domain all too easy.

Tonight Asher was feeling rather remorseful. She was alone afterall, and hardly talked with humans let alone other shifters. The wolves would be able to scent her as a cat. Her only advantage would be that they might be confused having never met a panther were before, but was she willing to chance a meeting?

Asher stood in her room atop a building that once was an apartment building. All around her room were little trinkets, a necklace made of silver chain here, or a platinum medal or ring there. If the sunlight were to ever hit her room, it would light up. Already in her panther form, having fallen alseep like that the previous night after her latest scavenger hunt. Stretching in that cat like manner of front limbs splayed out while yawning, and then arching foreward to seperatlty stretch out each back leg. A series of cracks here and there, and she was jumping off the bed and heading to the window. Her apartment was only on the second floor, and a series of crates littered the street below, providing her with make shift steps. Sticking to the edges of the streets she wandered down the roads looking for oddly enough, some company. She had no clue who she might run into, but was willing to chance it. She figured that worse came to worse the person would never know she could change from her form back into a human, and she could just be a random panther they happened to stumble upon. It seemed silly to her, because she knew that any sane person seeing a panther walking around would run in fear or attempt stupidly to fight back.

Hearing a noise she turned down an alley, and watched as a person, a woman walked right by the other end. Asher wondered whether this person was the source of the noise, or if she may run into whatever had caused it in the first place. Stepping out, she silently attempted to follow this person several feet behind her. Asher thought it was going to go smoothly, when all of the sudden her stomach made a loud rumbling gurgling sound. Darn, I shouldn't have had that spicy stuff the other night. Her face was one of annoyance at herself. Her stealth was surely breeched, but she was not running away. Something told her to stay and watch how the person reacted.She had learned something upon getting closer to this girl, she was crying, and Asher wished to know why.

She spotted the group of young human boys bothering her, and had to fight to contain a growl of rage. She could care less that the woman was getting picked on, because she would have to learn to defend herself eventually. It was the group of males that bothered her. One on one was a fair fight but not more then that, especially when the girls friends didn't look like they were anxious to help her at all.

Asher was about to launch into action after changing to human form and intervene, though she detested drawing attention to herself. Casual jeans and a black shirt with a grey zip up hoodie adorned her frame. Before she could act though, a man helped the girl up and commandingly persuaded the boys to leave. His scent made her nervous, as she registered the distinct smell of wolf on him. Others of his kind had never taken well to her before, and she wasn't sure she wanted to chance it with him. Her flight instincts were driving her to move away as hastily as she could, however she was curious. How could he be a bad person when he had helped that girl? That meant he had some sense of heart right?

The wind shifted and went towards his direction, and definatly would have given her away no matter how strange her scent might seem to him. She searched for a place to duck into. Grumbling she found none as she was pretty much out in the open. It also meant she couldn't transform, because if he was a pack wolf she would be chased for revealing herself to the humand in his pack's turf without their leader's permission. She had no intention of getting anyone's permission however, so she started to walk deeper into the village. Perhaps she might avoid him, or maybe if he did catch up to her, he wouldn't be so bad.

[gear]

[atrb=border,0,true][cs=7][bg=1a1017] _____________________ The shadowed figure was nearly at the end of the street when he came to a dead stop, eyes fixed into space as a strong breeze russled and played with tassles of bangs surrounding his facade. Nostrals expanded catching every molecule of the aroma carried on the evening air, eyes almost dielated with interest and curiousity. A bit of worried irritation to was in amongst his curiousity. The scent of human was there but it was only the individual from being around them, it was obvious the creature was something else. Wolf? No the scent wasn't even that of a dog similarity.... feline? Couldn't be, cats were scarce pets as it was, and only rumors floated around for years of other shifters alike. Geartan turned his head looking over his shoulder seeing the group of girls again, easily noticable as they gasped at him looking back at them. Rolling his blue-green hazel's as the blonde waved her hand in the air at him as if he were interested in the clusty brat, in her dreams. No he was searching for someone else, the owner of the scent that mixed in the air against the flithy stenches of the humans. Where were they, who were they, what were they? A woman in a hoody was walking away from the chattery group of girls, but then again there were many walking around to get last minute things before the light of the sun was banished from site for the day. The curiousity was to strong, he had to find out, he had to know, what or who it was, who knew perhaps they were a threat to the pack. Maybe they were there to purposefully expose them, a created creature of the Fury to draw them out into the open? A deep low growl settled at the base of Geartan's throat at the thought, there was no question now he had to find this creature. Turning his body around to pass the girls once again he kept his pace casual as not to draw attention. He would stalk the scent trail and close in on this person from the depths of the darkness, corner them perhaps to find out who or what they were. Blast these damn crowds!! His thoughts echoed as a few people passing bustled by pressing him towards the girls. They squealed and started to follow even after he attempted to wave them off. Through the fates of human stupidity they were indirectly ignorantly attempting to stop him from his quest of finding his prey. And Geartan had to keep his patients with these simple-minded humans as not to create a scene, he'd never let himself be the reason of the pack being revealed. _____________________ 495:words.

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The dark russet stained hoodie conformed to the contours of her body as the chilling winds of the winter whipped into her. Its gale would keep her scent strong in the air and make her more vulnerable. Her only hope was the clustered structure of the village and the crowded society that lived their. She cursed the wind, it was usually her ally, but a wolf's nose could not be beat when it came to tracking. Acute sharp sounds reviberated off of her inner ears as the sound of his steps crushing the earth as he walked ever closer reached her ears. Her fear jumped a notch, and she darted through the crowds using her agility and natrual grace as a panther to make it look as if she were invisible moving among the masses. Muscles stretched and contracted as she focused on moving her arms and torso to fit around the people that always seemed to be clumsily moving around her. It was hard for her to tolerate the lumbering qualities of human movement as it was from day to day life, but now when she needed to get away, she was loathe to have to take into account their weakness in order to compliment her stealth.

Asher instinctivly kept her mouth open in order to better scent those around her. If the wolf sent up an alert, then she might have to avoid more then one flea bag, and she would rather be prepared for that rather then run straight into one. The undialated pupils in her eyes searched for ways to escape with such an intensity it made it look like they were consistantly shifting. Asher found it harder then normal for her to slow the beating of her heart so that she could keep her anxiety in check. Anxiety was something that all cats had to fight in times like this, and she was never really a quick learner when it came to keeping calm when things went wrong. Of course she normally never had to, as she prepared all the details of her thefts and traveling down to the finest detail. In retrospect it wasn't like she hadn't been in this kind of situation before. Last time something like this happened she had to fight a young wolf. This guy didn't look like a young wolf, and she had never known another of her kind to help tune her combat skills.

Thankfully she spotted an alley that she knew well. Their were few people that wandered down it because of the "ruffians" that tended to hang around there. She had knocked their leader on his ass once and he had never bothered her again. Stick to the important facts Asher, you know this village....... ok so I sort of know this village since I haven't been here very long. Still she needed to do something, she was beginning to get fed up with this chasing bussiness. She bolted down the alley and rounded a sharp corner. She then quickly grabbed a ladder and climbed up onto the roof. There she more gracefully jumped and dashed from top to top using her unique strength and agility to her adavantage. In the center of a larger roof, she changed.

Her fingers elongated into deadly curved white talons that had a yellowish tint and black tips. Her body grew sleek and muscular before fur as black as night sprouted on her form covering her. Her pupils changed to slits, and her tails whipped into the windy air. Curling her claws around the roof slats she made continued to move through the city's rooftops, though not quite as quickly as before. She figured she may have lost him, and if not then she could handle herself now that she didn't have to worry about exposing herself to the humans. If he did find her, she wondered if he would try and mentally connect with her to talk. Most wolves just took to fighting her, treating her like an abomination.

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[atrb=border,0,true][cs=7][bg=1a1017] _____________________ The wind was the lupines friend tonight and did it put a saticefying grin across his mug, eyes darkening in pleasure as he kept on the felinish trail. Though yet confused exactly what this speciman was it smelt very much of a cat, and quick fluent movements of a person ahead of him gave her away. Not the easiest as she blended well with the crowd but Geartan was sure of it as she seemed to not be as clumsy as the rest of the crowd. He was gaining till a human male bumped into his shoulder almost topling over him from him not giving like a normal human would in a collision. Geartan's temper was growing thin with these creatures and their stupid antics, looking up the hooded woman was gone from sight. Clenching his teeth holding back a growl but none the less pushing the man out of his way with his elbow to continue his conquest. Inhaling deeply to keep track of the scent amongst all the impurities filling the night wind. Stopping for a few moments as the scent changed direction as hazel hues gazed down a darkened alleyway. Stench of human filth reaked in the area but this was of the ones who sought them selves stronger by preying on their weaker brothers. But yet they lived in shit-hole alleyways, Geartan would never understand their way of thinking in any means. Finally out of the crowd as he walked calmly into the shadows, though dark his eyes could still pick up every detail surrounding him in an illumination. Another turn the scent ventured and to higher hieghts, Awh away from the clumsy filth of the earth. Geartan thought to himself in satisfaction as he scaled the latter two or three steps at a time. Crouching keeping balance at the top of the roof, his eyes prowled the rooftops in search of his prey. What caught him off guard was a rather massive black cat making its way across the top of the buildings. A bit confused he'd never seen such a huge beast and sure enough the wind told him right that was whom he had been tracking. A feline shifter was for sure what he'd found, the sense to keep his pack safe was strong to track her down and scowled her for turning in even a human filled area even though all were to stupid to look up. And to howl to the rest there was a trespasser, but his curiousity was strong about this different shifter. "I can handle this myself no need to include others." Geartan spoke under his breath to himself staying in human for to make it from one roof to another. Being in this form he was lighter and more agile than a massive canine that didn't have opposable thumbs to grab, only claws which would create quite the loud clatter on the inside of the building. Yes he was admitting wolves at times could be clumsy. And he was actually keeping his temper down while on the chase of another, "I only want to know who you are. Is that so scary you must run?" He sent out a mental push towards the black massive cat, wondering if other shifters too had the mental ability to talk to each other. His lyrics were light with a chuckle as he scaled another roof to get even closer to her. _____________________ :words.

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Shaking herself to take the edge off her nerves, she shifted her shoulders flexing and manuvering them until her mucles gave a satisfying crack. Relief flooded back into her, for the moment at least. Asher was stubborn, and would not be made to be kicked out of another territory without her accumulated goods. It had taken her many careful months pilfering the iteams and coin from those she considered too pompous to need it, and amass her collection. Like any territorial beast, she was protective of what she claimed, though for her personally, not at the cost of her life. The arrival of a particularily strong wolf, had set her running because most wolves had charged her straight away, and she couldn't risk it. On the outside of her left thigh, curving in a thin lean arc, was a white and pink tinted scar. Because of its girth, it was not fully hidden by her shorter fur coat, and was a constant reminder to her to be aware of the wolves.

A throbbing in her brain stopped her in her tracks. Flicking her ears back and hissing out loud baring her teeth, she realized that she had a man in her head. By his words she guessed he was the on that had been following her. Glancing backwards, she crouched and snarled as she took off again on the rooftops. He was behind her, and probing her brain. Having never really talked to shifters before this was strange to her. Still she figured that she would at least try and talk while running. Wait did he just say he wanted to talk? She had thought that to herself not realizing that he could hear her thoughts, and not knowing how to shield thoughts from him with the connection, since she was new to it. Why do you wish to talk to me? Your kind attack me without cause, and fight to kill me. I am just trying to live, is that a crime?

Growling again she stopped and faced his approach. The panther inside her was furious and sick of running. The cautious human side of her was reluctant to get violent, for she hated the pain involved in battle, and he looked strong and well trained. She was neither in her mind, since she never belonged to a place before.