Seeking Adventure (open)

[Blake]

Soft white paws padded across brightly coloured leaves that, no matter how gently he tred, crunched, alerting any other creature in the proximity that he was there. Well, at least he wasn’t hunting. Instead he was merely taking in the sites and stretching his legs, longing for something interesting to come his way. Since he had started seeking the company of other shifters, life seemed to have become less lonely, but he still felt that he was missing adventure. He wanted something to liven his life up.

The sound of trickling water met his ears and his pace picked up; taking him quickly to a place he recognised well, the ribbon stream. It was a place full of memories from him, both good and bad. The site of the clear water brought back his childhood, where he and his best friend would run through the icy cold water, playing tricks on each other and ultimately, having the most fun he had ever had in his life. But, there was one memory that squelched out the pleasant feeling the place may have brought, it was here that she had died. A freak storm in the middle of spring had brought the water level up drastically and he and his friend had been caught in it, let’s just say, she wasn’t as good as leaping from slippy rock to slippy rock as they had thought and had ended up in the water. She was found the next day.

He shook his patterned head, trying to focus on the future and forget the past. It was behind him now and he needed to move on. Flopping down by the water’s edge, staring at the placid looking stream. It seemed that he was at one of the more narrower places of the water, where it was almost possible to jump from one side to the other. There he stayed for what seemed like ages, just staring into space and dreaming of a fantasy world where he explored hidden caves, untouched by any other creature but him, and another, a figure he could put no name to, could not clearly see, an ally, a friend, but who?

[Alex]

The black feline moved through the trees with ease, leaping off a log, and over the stream. It had been a while since she had been here. A long while. Most of her time spent in the neutral lands for the past few years. She had felt little to no need to return to her roots until now. That crazy crawler, the abortion, what ever happened to her now alpha best friend. Most of the world had been turned on it’s ear within these past few months. The crunch of the leaves under her soft paw pads was a bother, even when not hunting, she didn’t need to let everyone know she was here. Most prey shifters were just as dangerous as predator now a days it seemed. Most prey seemed that way for that matter. Beasts that used to be an easy meal were getting smarter and faster. Whether she could keep up being a tree dwelling cat remained to be seen.

It had been a long time since she had been around other shifters much less here. The village would be her last stop if she stopped there at all. She doubted mother wanted to know about what she had done. Maybe her career but the rest of it would send the woman into a fit. Maybe she wouldn’t even stop there. She doubted her mother and step father knew she was here. She hadn’t visited old friends as of yet. Maybe this visit wouldn’t be so bad. After all ribbon stream had been one of her favorite play places when she younger. Alex laid on the rocks for a while, the light streaming down to gleam off her ebony coat, sunning herself. The warmth was lovely, renewing, and comforting. But soon hunger rumbled through her stomach forcing her to move from her comfortable spot. She groaned and stretched, claws scratching at the rock leaving marks, lips pulling back over her long canines.

She jumped down from the rock jogging through the forest, the dappled light showing her rosettes, listening and smelling for anything worth her while. There were deer but they were far to fast, squirrels were barely a snack, fish would do. But of course catching them. Her pace quickened getting closer to a part of the stream she knew where trout would be. It was a deeper pool, she had swam and hunted with friends in as a child. If it was still there of course. Parts of the stream looked far different then they used to, more shallow or deeper in some parts, even dammed up by logs and rocks in some places. The scent of another feline made her growl, tail flicking in annoyance, well maybe the other was hunting as well. A challenge wouldn’t be so bad now would it?

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[Blake]

What could well be the last of the sun of the year played over Blake’s fur, giving it a sheen that usually only came after a good groom and would never be seen upon a poorly kept pelt. There was a time when he knew that such a pelt belonged to him, but that was only when he had been feeling especially down and had done a lot of traveling, or even a bit of escaping when he risked crossing territory claimed by unfriendly creatures. But life was so much better now, except from the feeling of boredom that had overcome him, at this exact moment in time, life seemed to comfortable. He needed something to shake things up.

Blake had to admit that he hadn’t been paying much attention to the outside world; something he knew could have got him killed in other parts of the world, perhaps still could here. But the sound of a distant growl caught his attention and his dark grey rimmed ears pricked, flicking in different directions to pick up where the noise had come from.

Getting to his feet he moved further downstream, knowing that was the direction the other creature was present in. His nose twitched slightly, filtering through the scents of mere animals until one of another shifter met him. Another cat, like him. He stopped moving upon reaching some rocks that signalled the start of a mini waterfall and he peered over to stot a shape in the distance.

It was a Jaguar, a shifter he had never come across before, and he wondered whether it was a new member of the community that mainly resided in paw print village, a place that he couldn’t really say he liked. Being there always made him nervous and he always feared that he would be recognised by someone that he knew before he had left all those years ago. Being recognised would raise the risk of being engaged in conversation and that would probably reside around the past, and that was what he had been trying to escape when he had left. Who knew that he had a better chance of escaping it when he returned to the shifter grounds. That was another idea, the dark shifter that looked completely black from where he was stood could be another shifter returning.

Blake’s social issues kicked in and he was unsure what to do. Should he go and introduce himself to the stranger, make his presence known and let them come to him, or just go back to lounging in the sunlight. The latter would do nothing to satisfy his need for adventure but it looked that the other shifter was hunting and hunger could cause anger. Maybe he should just go… or stay where he was. He cursed himself for both his social ability, or lack of and his indecisiveness and sat back, deciding to wait and watch.

[Alex]

The other feline seemed to be a leopard. A snow leopard or something like that, she hadn’t seen many of them around here, if any. In other parts where she had gone but still it was odd to see a shifter like that so far away from snowy climates. Her black tail flicked from side to side, growl rumbling inside her chest, skin twitching in annoyance. Felines were not meant to really meet in the wild like this. Her heavier built frame was more from climbing trees and taking down large prey, but a fight could erupt from both felines arguing over territory, and she had no want for it. He seemed to be a male and of course there were only a few times when males and females of felines met. That was of course to reproduce. She wasn’t about to go there again. She was learning to turn off the need for the next few years. Hell no did she want to be pregnant again. The last she had gotten rid of for the big reason of it being a crawlers child. Of course she didn’t need another baby without a father. Nor did she want one for that matter dammit.

Alex tilted her head to the side taking in a deep breath to figure out whether or no this male was someone she had met before. At first glance she thought it was that stupid male model Eric from two years ago. If he was any less intelligent he could have been a rock. He was stupid a blonde. Hot but stupid by far. She had her fun with him when they had to work together but after that she wanted little or nothing to do with him. He tended to think that she belonged to him and it was all show. At that time though she hadn’t been looking for anything serious and she hadn’t known any better. Not to mention that she had been young and he was quite a few years older then she was then. She had barely been eighteen. She had been nothing more then a pretty face to him.

Alex jumped down from the rock she was on looking own at him onto one of the lower ones and continued to growl her ears pinned to the top of her skull. If he thought she was leaving he was wrong but on a second look the male seemed to really just be nervous. She snorted and flicked her tail up finally jumping down to the level he was at walking to about eight or nine feet away. ”Jumpy bastard aren’t you!” she spat shaking herself off. The sunlight was hitting her black pelt showing the rosettes that were hidden underneath the shiny blackness. Even on the back of her ears.

”You new here kid?” she demanded to hungry to be polite for now. Until she found James and kicked his ass she wasn’t going to rest. She was still royally pissed at him. He left her with the crawler! Or traded her for some stupid giraffe shifter! Best friends or not she still wanted to kick ass so hard he couldn’t breathe! Fucker deserved it! He even heard he was still with that stupid cow. Which pissed her off more. Here she was back in shifter lands before she had to go back to work and he had some wonderful fucking family. This wasn’t hallmark dammit!

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[Blake]

The first words out of the other felines lips caused Blake to instantly dislike her and that banished all nervousness out of his head. He was still a little unsure about socialising with others, but he knew oh too well how to be around the antisocial. In his life there had been way too many that would kill if you came anywhere near them. He was good at keeping his distance, creeping past and managing to not let them know that he was there, something that was a lot harder at this time of year, where his coat stood out against the brown and orange hues on the dying leaves. But that wasn’t an option today; he had let her know that he was present. He could run, but though he was fast, he was sure her species was faster, and she was too close for him to get a head start. Fighting was almost out of the question. He wasn’t much of a fighter, being pinned down too easily by larger species. He had won a few battles in his time, but mostly by fluke or the other creature being less than bright or awful at fighting, like the raccoon shifter he’d met many years ago. So what was his plan of action? At the moment it was just to wait and see what happened, to play it by ear.

‘Grumpy bitch aren’t you!’ he growled under his breath so that the words were barely audible even to him. He couldn’t help himself. His ears no longer twitched but flattened against his head. When faced with hostility, he tended to act in hostility, even when his brain told him that it wasn’t the brightest thing to do. He didn’t tend to listen to his brain much, usually acting on feeling, even when he couldn’t understand them.

Blake got to his feet, just in case, but was stumped by her question. He wasn’t quite in the mood to answer her with the truth; it was a little too long to explain how he had lived in the shifter grounds as a kid, left and then came back just over a year ago. And then they might come the awkward questions as to why he left and why he came back, neither things he wanted to talk about, especially with a complete stranger, especially one that practically screamed that she couldn’t be trusted to be nice and understanding.

’Hardly,’ he answered coldly, with a slight growl. In effect, that was the truth, missing out the crap in-between. Studying the female through narrowed eyes he realised that he didn’t recognise the shifter, though there seemed to be something familiar about her. It was probably just the feline DNA that lived inside her. Whatever it was, at that exact moment he didn’t care. She was a stranger, a hostile one at that and he did not like her.

[Alex]

Backbone was what this kid needed! She snorted as he seemed to let his nervousness disappear. ”Didn’t your momma ever teach you how to act!” she spat shaking herself off. She was hardly normally like this. Maybe a little bitchy but hey she was surrounded by cut throat models. They would slice you into pieces if you let them. Didn’t matter how much they smiled and acted innocent there was always a hidden agenda that was for sure. Someone always ready to stab your back which made her more aware of others intentions. Well normally it did. Maybe she could be a little forward in the way she treated others but she wasn’t afraid of telling others her thoughts. Or if she thought their thoughts were honestly and truly stupid.

She could almost see the cogs turning in that head of his. She figured it was something about a plan of action. If anything she assumed he would roll over and acting like a puppy or high tail it out of here. But then again he could be thinking of fighting or he could be thinking of what an attitude she had. She couldn’t read his mind but she could only figure a few things. She wasn’t normally in such a rotten mood but when someone was in her place, or what used to be, she got a little bitchy. And she hadn’t been in the best mood previously so that could have been it as well. But she couldn’t help herself. It seemed misery was her new best friend. The photographers seemed to like the raw emotion or what ever. At least she didn’t have a fact smile plastered on her face.

She watched the younger shifter rise to his feet and growled slightly couching down her tail twitching back and forth in annoyance. She doubted her mother would be very pleased with her new attitude. She hadn’t ever been this bitchy but after everything that happened she was pissed. One of things on her list was going to be stop and see James. Kick his ass. Then leave. Or that was the plan. She was more then a little pissed at him. She wanted him to have to go through all she had. She doubted he really cared. He got a mate and children out of it. Two she had heard. Twin boys. But then again she wouldn’t want twin boys. She had aborted her baby girl. Or she assumed it would have been a girl. She didn’t need a crawlers kid. And not that physcho one’s kid.

”What’s your name jumpy?” she demanded; keeping an eye on him while she took a drink. She lapped up the cool water enjoying the taste of the water here. It was clean, fresh, untouched. Unlike city water. She wasn’t fond of it for sure but oh well. She couldn’t really say much else but she didn’t have a choice but to drink it when she wanted water at home. She really hadn’t been to the penthouse recently for that matter. Here and there she had stopped in but she wasn’t sure she wanted to be there right now. It was to lonely. Something that hadn’t bothered her before.

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[Blake]

When faced with hostility Blake had always found that backing down or appearing week and timid was not the answer. It either leads to them jumping you, abandoning you or taking advantage of you. There were only ever a few that would go all maternal and look after you. Blake didn’t like that either. His mother had never been maternal and for someone else to be just didn’t seem right and it made him feel weak. So he faced hostility with a likewise manner, hoping that it wouldn’t spiral out of control and end in battle. There were times when this lead to him being a complete arse, and this was one of those times, ‘evidently yours didn’t. Or was it your father that taught you to act?,’ he sneered at her, ‘made you so defenceless and submissive to him when you mother couldn’t serve her purpose that you try to be the opposite to all others?’ He mocked her and at the same time her family. For those that new Blake they wouldn’t have recognised him. Normally he was friendly, and not in the least bit aggressive. But now the side of him that had been around when he lived in no man’s land was coming through. But it was just an act, an act that had, surprisingly, helped keep him alive, some creatures seemed to attack anyone that showed weakness and let the others pass by unharmed. He hated what he was saying, what he was inferring. He hoped that the situation would follow the ones of the past and that he would never see the other shifter again, simply so he didn’t have to deal with the words that spilt from his mouth.

Blake watched her carefully, wishing that he was better at judging people. He attempted to read her body language, hoping that she wasn’t about to pounce but at the same time hoping that she wasn’t about to turn tail and run, although he doubted the latter. Though he had a feeling that if it ended up with a fight, that was what he would be doing.

As she lapped up some of the water that looked peaceful and inviting now, but that Blake knew could be deadly, he sat back down, his body still laced with tension. He wondered whether it would be best to appear calm, but knew that he couldn’t get his body to comply and relax. What was certain was that he didn’t want to give her his first name, even though he knew that she couldn’t use a simple name against him. But first names were for friends, people you were on good terms with, which she was not. ‘Evans,’ he answered, fixing her with his icy blue gaze, ‘and you are?’