What do you want? (Macka)

by **Nisana Curare** on May 6th, 2011, 7:50 pm

Season of Spring, Day 6, 511 AV

Now three days after having sprained her wrist hunting Nisana was plainly not happy. While the tormenting of the Akalak had abated somewhat there were still several who had approached before noon this day, and her inability to do much was starting to drive her stir crazy.

Wearing her black armor and shooting dagger filled glares at any dark skinned brute that even glanced her way Nisana was stalking about in a rather worthless attempt to find someone to take home from her harvest. It was at least something to do to keep from going crazy. Even with how little success she had seen so far.

by **Macka** on May 6th, 2011, 8:09 pm

Macka sat atop a barrel beside one of Riverfall's busier streets, his forelegs close against his body and his tail wrapped tightly around his feet, its tip flicking lazily as he watched the crowds pass. By and large, it was an unbroken river of inky darkness, and his eyes slitted in disinterest.

He was bored. Bored and dissatisfied, and neither hunting, nor prowling, nor sleeping had done anything to aleviate the feelings. It was inexcusable. Something was missing, but he could not put a claw on what it was.

After a seconds long blink, he caught a flash of pale movement on the street in front of him. His head tilted to the side as he studied the female, a rare enough site in Riverfall, that had grabbed his attention. Tall, slender, and statuesque, her alabaster skin seemed to glow in the sunlight. He stood abruptly and, in three bounding leaps, he was on the street, trotting to keep pace with the female's long strides.

She had a look about her. He just knew that she would be interesting.

by **Nisana Curare** on May 8th, 2011, 2:22 am

There was no luck to be had today it seemed, and the frustration from that feeling was only compounded by the sudden sensation of being watched. The subtle crawling of the skin that seemed to always accompany hidden eyes following her movements. Nisana paused in the street, casting her amethyst eyes about as she searched for whatever dark skin brute was eying her now.

She could find no one, and a slightly puzzled frown touched her lips. She could not be imagining the feeling, but if it was not an Akalak that was watching her, then who? Deciding to find out she began walking again, turning down a small alley in the hopes of vanishing from her observer's sight, or possibly drawing them into view.

She walked for a little ways down the alley and then turned around quickly, hoping to catch off guard anyone who was following her.

by **Macka** on May 9th, 2011, 1:13 pm

Sliding along the walls fronting the street, hopping occasionally over boxes or barrels, Macka kept pace with the pale skinned woman. At one point, the scent of fish wafted out through an open door. His steps slowed as he was distracted by the possibility of an easy meal. He could snatch a fish and be out the door by the time anyone was the wiser. But, if he did that, then the pale woman would vanish back into the crowds.

That thought helped him make up his mind. He could always find more fish. Still licking his chops, he turned his attention back fully to following his target.

His momentary distraction had almost cost him the hunt. When he scanned the crowd again, she was not there, and he caught a glimpse of a pale flash ducking into an alley.

The prey response immediately triggered a reaction. Macka's belly nearly scraped the road as he slunk quickly to the edge of the alley. Crouched low, ears laid back and eyes slitted, he crept forward just far enough to be able to see into dimly lit alley.

Instead of fleeing prey though, he saw the woman, standing in the alley as though waiting for something. Pleased that his initial assessment was the correct one, Macka stood and padded into the alley to stop in front of the woman. With his head tilted to the side, he studied her to see what she would do next.

by **Nisana Curare** on May 10th, 2011, 12:28 am

For a few breaths Nisana watched and waited for her pursuer to show themself, but when something did come around the corner she frowned and glared at it. Nothing but an ugly little cat. Not even big enough to consider killing for food.

She glared at the feline for almost a full chime as it looked up at her with a tilted head. She had to be sure there wasn't someone else following behind it. When it was apparent that no one else was coming she gave a open mouth grimace, revealing her sharp canines before she snapped out, "What do you want cat? Hoping to become my dinner? I would not dirty my fangs with your blood."

Quickly she took a step towards the cat and stomped her foot on the ground, hoping to scare it off. She was in no mind to deal with a feline, especially with the condition of her right wrist.

by **Macka** on May 10th, 2011, 1:49 am

The pale woman stood silently in the alley, returning Macka's stare in an aggressive posture. Eventually, she bared her fangs and all but hissing a question. She then charged forward a single step in an attempt at dominance. For a moment, he considered fleeing, but then she stopped to continue staring.

Matching her display, Macka arched his back threateningly, the fur along his back and on his tail raising to stand out and creating the impression of greater size. With his inner eye lids raising to protect his eyes in a white sheath, he bared his own fangs and gave voice to a yowling, spitting hiss.

He then charged forward a single step and stamped his front forepaw. He would have to show the pale woman that he was her equal, or there would be no respect. He would not take a position of submission.

by **Nisana Curare** on May 10th, 2011, 4:27 pm

Instead of running away the cat gave rise to a pathetic mockery of Nisana's display. For a moment Nisana stared at the cat, unsure how to take such a display, but after a few breaths she burst out into loud laughter.

"You... You think to intimidate me?" she managed to work out between laughs as she shook her head, "What could you possibly do to me cat?"

Despite its intentions, the cat had provided Nisana with some form of amusement, and so she decided not to try and kick it out of the alley. Taking a few deep breaths to calm herself she just ignored the feline as she made to leave the alley, now fairly sure that the feeling of being watched had just been her imagination.

by **Macka** on May 10th, 2011, 5:32 pm

Relaxing from his threatening posture, Macka lashed his tail irritably at the pale woman's response. He thought his display had been quite menacing, but she was obviously unimpressed. The pale woman had obviously never seen a cat attack before. He briefly considered a change to the two-legged form that others generally took to be more menacing, but his stomach gave a low rumble at even the thought and he was reminded of the undoubtedly delicious fish he had passed up to follow the pale woman.

Instead, he answered her question with a trilling chirp as she headed past him toward the edge of the alley. There would be plenty of time to change forms if the need presented itself. So far, the pale woman had proven a pleasant diversion from his nagging boredom.

As the pale woman passed him, Macka turned to follow, his tail curled lazily behind him.

by **Nisana Curare** on May 11th, 2011, 3:53 pm

Nisana left the alley and proceeded through the streets once more, her mood lifted by the pathetic display of the cat. She resumed her hunt, but it was interrupted again rather quickly.

"It is a shame to see such a beauty injured as you are," a dark blue skinned Akalak said with a charming smile as he approached Nisana through the crowd, "I hope that whoever caused you such injury has been properly punished. If not, I would be happy to oblige."

Nisana gave a sigh and a roll of her eyes at the brute's approach, "It was a wild beast I was hunting that did it, and I not only killed it, but sold it for the meat and hide. It has well paid for what it did to me."

The Akalak showed a moment of genuine surprise before his charming smile returned, "Beautiful and a huntress. Never have I heard of a woman so talented. I must know your name."

The brief bit of happiness the cat's display had provided was quickly fading at having to deal with another dark skinned brute, and Nisana gave another heavy sigh, "You must excuse me, I have somewhere to be quickly."

"Then allow me to escort you, and perhaps you could give me a small reward in return?"

"No," Nisana snapped, glaring up at the Akalak, "I am perfectly capable of walking by myself, thank you."

All these overbearing brutes were wearing on her. She was going to need to leave the city just to try and get some peace!

by **Macka** on May 11th, 2011, 5:03 pm

Back on the streets again, Macka slid along across the stone fronts of buildings, hopping the occasional barrel or crate that blocked his path. The encounter in the alley had served only to pique his curiosity, and he followed with renewed interest.

When the pale woman was accosted by one of the many Akalak males of the city, Macka found a stack of crates to perch atop. From her posture, this would be another interesting encounter. Laying on his belly with his forepaws crossed in front of his chest, Macka swished his tail lazily as he waited for the pale woman to dispatch her harasser.