Closed An Unlikely Pair

[Blizzard]

Winter 26th, 512AV

It had been just a handful of days prior to her last meal, but her bloodlust was beginning to slowly creep back up as she had ventured out of Avanthal for just a day. In that one day, she had needed just to recoup a bit before returning. Just to think things over and let out the rest of the anger that the incident three days prior had conjured up inside of her. Three days ago, she had caught one of the men who had been hurting Avanthal in the most minuscule way.

Nevertheless, she had made sure that he would never do it again. She had vowed after that blood had been shed that if anything ever happened like it again in Avanthal, she would make it more painful that even that. It was in her nature, as her bloodlust had carved it into her mind. And no matter what happened whether she be bonded or forever alone, that would still be there. It would still be haunting her, and it would still occasionally flare up in times where she would allow it. That incident three days ago, was one of those times. This was another.

Blizzard's survival instincts were in full gear. Her senses were now sharper than usual and she was being a lot more observative than usual. She paid attention to the smallest movements, the smallest noises; even those that the wind caused. Actually, she especially paid attention to the wind because even it carried secrets. It could tell you which way the closest trees were, and most importantly, it could tell you where the prey was. The trick, however, was to open your mind, pay attention, use common sense, and be petching violent whenever you could.

Paw prints trailed behind her as she unsheathed her claws repeatedly to grasp the snow on the ground. However, her paws were padded and well built for the cold and so she didn't feel it. That's when her keen nose caught onto the familiar smell of prey that she had hunted in her previous years. A smell that she welcomed in her nose as it caused a small stir of excitement for it meant dinner. More importantly, it meant blood. A grin protruded her lips even though she was in her snow leopard form. However, it was soon wiped away as she tuned in more and focused on the smell.

She turned right and crouched closer to the ground as she bounded quietly towards the smell. The gaps between her paw print increased as she used her hind and front legs to propel herself silently forward toward the direction in which the smell increased. Finally it was to the point where it was strong enough to slow down and get ready to pounce. The source could be coming up and coming up fast. Blizzard's keen senses were looking for any source of movement or sound as the smell was right under her nose. When she saw it, adrenaline was beginning to course through her body as it always did before she killed.

The large caribou was injured and had been abandoned. Its dying attempts to continue to strive were slowly fading as it was bleeding to death. The rest of the herd had been here previously. Judging by the fresh hoof prints, it had been a stampede. From the looks of it, this caribou had been trampled which led her to believe it made a fatal step and slipped. Luckily for it, she had came across it and she would put it out of its misery. At least, that's what she thought for the time being. Blizzard slowly snuck up quietly on the caribou, her pelt blending in with her surroundings. Luckily, it was on a slight incline.

However, when she pounced another thing did as well. Another thing with the same colors that was aiming for same thing when they collided. Blizzard's instincts were in fight or flight mode seeing as how she was hunting and she didn't think for a split second that it was another Kelvic. As a matter of fact, it was more of a hallucination that brought back when she had slain another snow leopard when she was younger. The very snow leopard that gave her the shawl she still wore today when in human form.

Blizzard was still carrying her momentum from the pounce and ended up tackling the opposing snow leopard. The rolled in a cartwheeling manner for a few seconds as Blizzard growled and snarled. She eventually ended up on top as she gained the upper hand using her unarmed combat. However, she jumped off with ears pinned back and teeth bared with a large snarl as she heard a faint noise from the other. Blizzard began circling this new snow leopard, all the while snarling and growling; her icy sky blue eyes now fiery with rage as the bloodlust began to kick in. The caribou was slowly limping off but it didn't matter for she could catch up with it again.

"Who are you?"

Blizzard said, through bared teeth. Her body language spoke all as she spoke in feline.

[Brighid Killian]

Brighid had been traveling for days, she was hungry tired and at the end of her rope. As she ran her feet left slight indentations in the snow, she was following the scent of caribou. She had caught the scent on the wind near the outskirts of Avanthal, desperate she had began to run.

Her mind was blank, all she was driven by was her hunger. Her body was being pushed to the brink, despite her natural strength and resistance to the cold even her strength was waning. Soon the ground began to slope, the ground was icy and uneven beneath her paws. But she was able to keep her footing due to the thin hairs on the bottom of her feet. Her claws, extended with each connection with the ground, leaving small grooves in the snow. She pushed herself on, her breath coming in pants. The snow began to get deeper in order to keep from sinking into it she lengthened her strides. Her paw prints spreading further apart from each other. The sun was waning, the wind blew still carrying the fain scent of caribou. She pushed herself again, another burst of speed. Desperation making her push, even though she was slowly running herself into the ground.

As the wind blew harder the scent of caribou grew stronger, she began to run faster the extra burst of speed and her long tail allowing her to keep her balance and also from her legs collapsing under her. The ground sloped up higher, a ridge forming. She came to ridge and stopped, at the bottom was an entire herd of caribou. They were grazing on the chutes of winter grass underneath the snow. Her hunger was so great that she forgot to breath, she chose to take in a deep breath as well as the scent of caribou. Her instincts told her to attack, she shook her head trying to fight them. They were too strong, with a soft growl she started down the other side of the ridge. The caribou heard her and that was when they knew they were all in danger. The animal's fight or flight instincts kicked in and they began to stampede. Brighid was close on their heels, she was pushing them hoping one would get trampled. The caribou were desperate to get away, an older female was caught in the deadly wave of bodies.

The female fell, her leg snapping with an audible crack. Knowing that the female caribou was down Brigid slowed. No longer following at the herd's ankles she stopped and allowed them to run off. When they were gone what was left was trampled ground, the female caribou was on her side about fifty yards away keening out. Her cries were desperate. Brighid readied herself to spring, her hunger rising. As her muscles bunched something caught her eye. She only had moments to react before a body slammed into her sending them cartwheeling over and over until Brighid found herself on the bottom. Above her she stared into the savage face of another like her, another Kelvic with the same form. She hissed, and raised her hind legs trying to get her claws into the soft flesh. But the cat was off her before she could make purchase. It was now circling her. She rose to her feet, she was smart to not show weakness. She hissed baring her incisors, that was when the Kelvic spoke. She ignored it and began to circle as well, the other snow leopard was after her prey and she was going to rip her to shreds.

[Blizzard]

Blizzard was not one that took kindly to being ignored. Actually, she never took kindly to rudeness at all. She had been sure she stayed on top of her fighting skills as much as possible to get that across. Even if that had been a few rough scuffles with a drunk or so in Alvadas' bars. It didn't matter as long as it played into now. She was experienced. She knew where to strike, she knew the vulnerable places, and she knew how to analyze an opponent. Especially when she could compare it with her own body.

As they continued to circle, Blizzard began sizing the two up. Blizzard had bigger bulk, had larger shoulder height, and overall, a larger proportioned body in contrast as far as she could see. Plus, by examination, Blizzard could tell she was more worn down than Blizzard as her body language said all. It reminded her of when Blizzard herself had just gotten back to Avanthal from her return. Body movements were less fluent and were only fueled by desire showing a difference that one observant enough could pick up on. Blizzard was extremely observant.

Blizzard took note of the unguarded places that this other snow leopard was leaving open. By circling, Blizzard could tell that she wasn't as guarded as herself thus leading her to the conclusion she was less experienced. Her sky blue icy eyes were now fiery and her large round pupils were now reduced to a small black dot. Her ears were pinned back, flattened to her head, and her tail was close to her body with the end flicking back and forth violently in a way that signified extreme agitation throughout the snow leopard. Her head was close to her shoulders neither high nor held low, but rather just in the spot perfect for either offensive or defensive.

This would allow her to either attack or defend. Either way, Blizzard had a plan to come out on top either way and be on the offensive side. This had not been the first time Blizzard had dealt with another snow leopard and thus she could predict which body movements meant what was soon to follow. She would use this to her advantage. Blitz would also use the fact that this other snow leopard was less prepared than her. Or was she? Had she been in a fight like Blizzard herself had?

If so, Blizzard would use another tactic that she had gotten an explosive reaction out of every time; her bloodlust. Something she could curve to a maximum, then let loose. The burning desire for blood to bed shed, the burning desire to see a previously living being dead; it was all a mental stimulant. A stimulate that had proved fatal for the other opposing opponent lest she let up or the opponent give up. Then once more, through clenched teeth and a deep rumbling that sounded faintly like thunder, she spoke to the snow leopard all the while circling:

" 'Tis a shame you wish for this to be difficult."

She took a deep sigh of annoyance and grinned at the other snow leopard with a cocked head and a look that reminded someone of a rabid being. Her bloodlust was kicking in harder, faster than she had intended. But she was glad. Her bloodlust liked her to play with her food before she ate. The bloodlust also liked her to have some fun all the while during the execution. The same went for fights whether it be to the death or just a scare-off.

Blizzard chuckled in only a way another snow leopard would probably understand, part of her human characteristics that transferred over with the fact that she was also an animal.

"But I can assure you, 'tis not a problem for me in the slightest."

[Brighid Killian]

Brighid saw that the other leopard saw past her facade, giving up on trying to look tougher then she was she stopped moving. Her muscles were shaking with exertion, she pressed her tail to her body and rose her head above her shoulders. Her ears were perked forward and twitched. She growled low in her chest, the rumble was low forming into words:


"I have no will to fight you. If you want the bloody damn caribou take it."


Her voice was raw from miss use, the words rough and slightly accented. She shook her head, and collapsed. Her legs no longer able to hold up her weight. Her breath came in pants, her sides heaving. Her grey-green eyes watched the female leopard waiting for her to make her move. She knew that if the leopard decided to attack she would be defeated. Her strength was gone, it was hard enough to simply breath let alone stand and fight. She took a deep breath and shifted to her human form, she was a leopard one moment and a human the next. The female lay on her side, her slender form shivered in the tundra wind. Her brindle colored hair was draped over her face and upper body obscuring her facial features and other things. Her legs curled up against her, her ivory skin was obscured with black and blue bruises running along her spine and her legs.


She growled softly, trying to get her arms under her to lift her shaking form from the ground. But it was futile they collapsed like overcooked noodles, leaving her vulnerable and defenseless and she knew the leopard was watching and waiting. She turned her head to look towards the other leopard, her grey-green eyes filled with the acceptance that she would not live for long.


"Well what are ye waiting for, do something ye bloody damn cat......."

[Blizzard]

As the other snow leopard collapsed and shared her part, Blizzard groaned and put a paw over her eyes and muzzle.

A smirk plagued her lips, even in this form.

" 'What are you waiting for?' she asks."

Blizzard chuckled, repeating her question in a mocking manner except in feline of course.

"What am I waiting for actually? Oh, that's right!"

Blizzard bounded towards the caribou, leaving the other Kelvic behind... for now. The caribou was exhausted and virtually suffering. The blood's metallic smell that was emanating from it's bleeding body was almost overwhelming with pleasure. Inside her mind, her bloodlust was screaming with joy. However, she still had her humanity and ended its life quickly by using her claw to sever one of its vital veins. Plus, the caribou had done most of her job for her.

"In that case," here she closed the gap between Brighid and the caribou slightly "I suppose it's survival of the fittest, bitch."

Blizzard chuckled once more then shredded through the caribou's pelt by twisting her head quickly and thrashing her teeth through it's flesh. This took a few good minutes since the caribou needed thick hide to survive. Needless to say, she knew she hit jackpot once the metallic taste of blood mingled with fat hit her mouth.

"I mean, damn! What Kelvic shifts into their natural form, nude, in below freezing temperatures! No wonder your so weak!"

After contemplating for a few seconds, Blizzard decided that perhaps cutting a strip off the caribou would be a lot like carving. With this, she took her sharp claw and shredded a small strip of mostly fat from the side of the caribou. She picked this up with her mouth, then tossed it over Brighid.

OOC :

Sorry for the long wait. I had school and other things.

[Brighid Killian]

As the other female spoke she tried not her best to growl. She watched with cold eyes as she went to the caribou. As she ended the creatures life she sighed, she knew that her hunt had been wasted. She was lucky if the other female tossed her a few scraps. She groaned and rose to her feet, her body didn't register to the cold. Used to the freezing temperatures she had no problem traveling nude through the snow. She shook her head to clear her dizzying mind.

The other female had thrown her a scrap of meat, it was mostly fat but she didn't complain she leaned down. Extending a pale hand she grasped delicate fingers around it and lifted it to her mouth. Her teeth sank into the meat, she savored it and ate slowly. Knowing it was better to not glutton herself she nibbled on the meat her eyes on the female, she was clearly larger then her and more experienced. Yet she cared not, she approached the caribou.

"I may have said you could have the caribou, but it is still my prey. There is plenty for us, I am the one that have followed the scent of the heard for days....." Her voice was stronger now, her grey-green eyes held a fire that had not been there before.

She grabbed a hoof and pulled, the tendons of the back leg snapped, she dragged the limb away a few feet and shifted. She lay down with the leg between her paws. She leaned in and parted her jaws her teeth sinking into the flesh tearing a strip off.