stalking the field (open)

[CINDY LEWIS]

A smaller than average sized cougar stalked the lands of plane hangers and other junk. Somebody should had picked up drops of litter in this place, but, of course, it was abandoned and so there was lots of extra space to stretch your paws. The feline knew through her nose, whiskers, and tongue that there were bio-hazard in a few of the hangers and she stayed clear of them. She paddled her paws carefully to the ground and walked calmly. She was aware of things so on the alert as well as being peaceful in her roaming.

The female cougar paused and tilted her head trying to listen to the sounds around her. She sat on down. She lifted one of her front paws and started to lick at it. Both of her front paws were a bit distort due to an accident and surgery to repair the damage, but both still in good working order. She placed the paw down and tilted her head to scent the air with her mouth and tongue glands.

Something was off. She wondered what it was and pulled her body off the ground to stand. She paddled the ground cautiously and wondered what could be up. Her hackles raised a bit at the scent in the air, and she wondered what could it be. A real animal, a shifter, or what? She waited in silence for the stalker to approach.

[Adrien Malinski]

Adrien Malinski †

It wasn't long until the familiar taste of nicotine filled the man's lungs as he leaned against one of the buildings, his hair a mess due to the brawl he had just gotten into. He ran a hand through his wet hair and winced when he sucked in a puff of his cigarette. Damn, why did they have to hit so damn hard? He asked, slouching so that he was sitting on the ground. He wasn't the type to fight, but he didn't know why they targeted him. He was just passing by. Something must have happened earlier to piss them off so they decided to take it on him. Adrian was lucky to be alive though, although he wished he wasn't. Nonetheless, he just sighed as he sat there, looking out onto the airfield. He had never been here, he must have not paid attention to where he was going when he was being chased by the boys, or men, whatever age. He rested his elbows on his knees and took a double take. What was that? A cougar? What the hell was a cougar doing out in the middle of an airfield? Adrien now had his curiosity perked as he shifted to stand, wincing when the pain in his ribs screamed in protest. He cursed himself before slowly shifting into his form. A deadly snake, one of the fifteen most dangerous snakes known in the world. He moved along the ground, avoiding that obscured his path. He was a couple times larger then the average Rinkhal.

He didn't know how to approach such a large cat, but he attempted to do so without drawing attention to himself. Tongue flickered, tasting the air and the smell of the wind as it carried the cougar's scent his way. Slithering behind derbies and keeping himself hidden, not that he really could, he paused, curling his body up into a coil, resting his head on his slender body. He flicked his tongue again, watching her from a short distance away. It seemed that she knew that someone was there, but couldn't tell what or who. Amused, he moved forward once again, tongue flickering as he made his way closer, dodging into a disembodied pipe that must have came from one of the hangers a century ago. There, he waited for whatever the cougar had up its sleeve.