Nothings to Dangerous [Night]

[evermore]

Watching the sun go down, Ever stood beside a brick wall of a building. All day long she had explored the area of Hollywood and couldn't wait till the sun goes down so she could explore the night life of the city. Always being known as the Night Owl or something else close to that name. As long as she could remember she loved the feeling of night. I guess it had to do something with her being who she is today. Glancing around, Ever took a deep breath. As a child she remembered the stories her parents told her about Hollywood and other big city's around the area.

Turning her head to the side she watched a group of teenagers doing some things, that she could care less about. Her green eyes watching there every movement.
Pushing herself away from the building she silently moved along, ignoring most of the looks she got from some people. Taking her right hand she pushed her bangs out of her eyes, that was something she really hated. Nowadays thats what you mostly see with the teenagers, bangs covering there eyes, wearing dark make-up.

Sometimes being a loner sucked but at other times Ever really didn't mind it. Orders weren't something she took well unless she had/wanted to, but being alone having nobody she could hang with is what sucked about being a loner. Softly kicking the ground she growled to herself for no reason. Breathing deep she closed her eyes and calmed down for a bit, every now and then for some reason, she got mad at herself, remembering some things from her pasted.

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Word Count 273
With who Nobody.
Other Sorry, Once I start to Role-Play with somebody it turns out bad, but once it gets going, then it gets better.

[~Nighthunter~]

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 frmo her targets domain all too easy.

Tonight Asher was feeling rather remorse. 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 change 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 pack 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 wores 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.

A guttral growl made her ears perk. Perhaps a dog is loose somewhere? Somehoe that sounded like more then a dog. It was close to her, by the fact that she had even heard it. Turning down an alley, she watched as a person, a woman walked right by the other end, following the path of the next street over. 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.