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[Audio] ♉ Summoner: Take advantage of this high.

[Audio feed kicks on with a rather lewd sounding gasp that rolls into his first words.]

Nnghh~ya know what's really great?

[The words are pretty much oozing with a wide lipped smile.]

Me. You know what's greater than me? [Another purposeful pause.]

All of you~ How are all of you by the way? Beautiful, wonderful, yes, those are things that I would hope to be true. Oh? Me? Did you want to know how I was? You're too kind!

[A chuckle with an audible intake of breath and sighed exhale.]

I'm fantastic. And do you know what is also fan-tas-tic?

Flying! Any of you ladies or gents care for an invigorating race? Heh, well, and for those without the ability to fly, I'm sure we can think of another strenuous activity to pass the time. Go a little hog wild on the curmudgeon knob and bring in some wicked sinister pleasantries.

[His speech is a great deal faster than usual, energy seeming to just leak out of every word.]

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[Above the trees the carnivorous feather beast swoops, a shadow casting on the canopy. It's ominous, a large creature of grace and power and his wings move with experience, taking the noble creature about as it stalks for fur covered pray from below. What will it find this time? Perhaps something larger, it's prey has been ever so small lately. It'd be nice to have a feast once and a while.]

[And from shadow to shadow slinks the fursome pouncebeast, her grey, green and black colouring camouflaging her as she prowls beneath the dense foliage of the wood. She's hungry for fresh prey to take the edge off of her hunger, but it seems there is little to be had on the ground.

So she leaps up the trunk of a tree, taking to the branches in her search.]

[The noble featherbeast is used to such tactics, camouflage. His flight is there when he needs protection, brilliant colours do well for mating but not keeping hidden. That's fine by him, he's not one to hide, and will gladly search from about and flee if need be.]

[The feather beast starts to move at a slower pace, getting closer to the canopy, scoping out for a larger tree to perch in and begin it's focused search for prey. He can hear rustling here and there, closing in, but it doesn't phase him.]

[A flash of colour in the sky, a familiar scent on the breeze and the pouncebeast is on the move once more, for she recognizes all too well the scent of her old adversary, the predatory featherbeast! Never have they properly clashed before but there have been many close calls, talons barely missing her back or a pounce that was seconds too late.

But not today! For the pouncebeast is determined to eat her fill, and now none but the featherbeast would do!]

[Perhaps an old adversary, but new trials time and time again. So many instances where they have seen and nearly escaped eachother's sights, fleeing, not having the time or wanting to start such a brawl. The featherbeast could find other prey, yes, but perhaps this time he want for a challenge.]

[The flight endowed beast swoops near a large tree and perches high above where believe his soon to be meal to be and he folds his wings down, focusing on listening, eyes searching.]

[There's the most quiet of rustlings in a tree perhaps a hundred feet away or so, the tiniest glimpse of blue between the leaves. Slightly careless for so experienced a hunter, but in truth she's already several trees away mere moments after the rustling subsides, blue fur left behind and sacrificed to lure her enemy out of hiding.

Just don't hurt her kittyhood, Summoner, or Nepeta will cry :((]

[The furbeast might hear some rustling immediately at her side, and then at another side, soon birds rush from their perches, trying to distract her as the large featherbeast moves a few branches closer. He tries to keep quiet, eyes watching all around him, trying to figure out her exact location.]

[Oh, no worries about her clothing, he's so precise he can kill any prey without damaging a single hair or feather!]

[That is somehow not reassuring! Even if Nepeta would admire the skill it took. She can be rather messy in her kills.

And the furbeast does hear the commotion around her and rightly suspects that the crafty featherbeast has called in his allies in hopes of flushing her out. She ignores the noise as well as she can, though it makes determining her future dinner's location a far more difficult job. If he's making noise to cover his tracks then chances are he's being rather quiet herself, and she'll be better off relying on scent rather than hearing.

She stalks from shadow to shadow, taking advantage of shade and shrubbery and foliage blending to conceal her presence.]

[Closer...]

[Closer still.]

[More of his feathery friends rustling and moving to distract her.]

[She slows down abruptly, then stops. The concentrated effort at distracting her has made her wary of a trap and she decides that perhaps a moment to regroup wouldn't go amiss. She's even harder to locate when stationary after all.]

[AND HE ATTACKS!]

[The featherbeast dives from his perch, going to tackle his prey to the ground with outspread ~~arms~~ talons!]

[For a split second she almost forgets it's a game and very nearly unsheathes her claws when she senses him swooping onto her; just in time the sight of his colours reminds her who he is and instead she's throwing herself violently aside with the intention of rolling on the ground and retaliating with a POUNCEATTACK...

But was the pouncebeast quick enough to escape those talons?]

[She dodges! And he lands on the branch quickly, crouching down, wings swooping. The pouncebeast moves to the ground level and pounces at him back, a counter. Quickly the featherbeast leaps from it's new perch and lands on the ground, raising it's wings, readying to take flight again before swooping down again for another attack.]

[And now that they're at it her eyes are gleaming, mouth forming a feral grin - yes, it was still a game to her, but no tea parties here!

Just a wild, fearless furbeast ducking and growling, claws scrambling against a tree when she misses her mark and then using her momentum to twist around and spring back to tackle him mid-air.]

[Swooping dodges, flaps of wings, he hovers close to the ground and dodges and swoops as he needs to. The featherbeast is plucky, staying so close to his pray instead of taking a higher perch to dive down from when the time was right. But he makes no attacks and only appears to be ready for one, dodge after dodge, mocking almost. A game, yes, sure, it appears to be such a game.]

[Nepeta laughs - no, make that the pouncebeast lets out a roar of amusement - as her skirmish against the featherbeast continues. No easy prey, hers, evident in the ease with which he dodges her every attack. She may be young and skillful but so he is, and experienced besides. A worthy foe to lose to, but she refuses to give up yet!]

[Ever so experienced! And he darts at her again! ~~Hands~~ talons at the ready to grab at her if the attack should hit!]

[She leaps once again, putting all her strength behind it – but oh no! She finds herself pouncing right into the featherbeast's waiting talons, letting out a squeal of ~~laughter~~ dismay as she ~~nuzzles~~ struggles furiously against him!]

Edited 2012-03-30 13:33 (UTC)

[He let's out a heartfelt laugh triumphant cry as he downs the furbeast and quickly begins to tickle eviscerate her to begun his meal! She squirms but there is no fighting back!]

Nooooooooooooo, this is cheating, not faaaair, Lysunder, that tickles, heeeee!

[There's no keeping in character after that; she flails and laughs nigh on hysterically as she tries to squirm away!]

Edited (aslkdja I CANNOT PROOFREAD) 2012-03-30 20:08 (UTC)

[He's laughing almost as much as she is as he very much continues to tickle her into the ground.]

All is fair and love and war!

But a game...doesn't...heeheehee...count as either!!

[FINE THEN, she'll attempt a counter-attack as she reaches to tickle his sides too! Even if it's not easy with him still tickling her.]

[Sorry! Summoner is only ticklish is specific places and his sides aren't them! A bit to scared and numb around there to really feel much anymore. So he has the upper hand! A laughing mess himself but not from being tickled, Summoner continues his attack.]

A war game! A game of love! Either is fine, but whatever it is I'm winning! Hahaha!

Pfft, yes, yes, okay, you've won, no more tickling!!

[Oh noes! The poor pouncebeast has been rendered helpless in the featherbeast's grasp! She's laughing so hard that her words are barely intelligible any more.]

[A wide grin and he stops, quickly wrapping is arms around her and hugging her tight as he sits up on the forest floor.]

I'm happy you saw things my way.

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