by Shale on April 8th, 2011, 3:33 am
Spring, 05, 511 AV: Nighttime
All was quiet in the Bittern District. Or as quiet as it got at night anyway. Unbeknownst to the vast majority of its denizens, and indeed, even the security force, was that a life-and-death chase was occurring.
Shale, was on the prowl. The act of climbing came naturally to her as a gray fox Kelvic; it was what they did after all. She scuttled up the side of a building's side, hot on his trail.
She climbed to the eaves of the squire dormitories. He was here somewhere, she could smell it. Her target was the worst ever known. The most dastardly, the most unspeakably vile thing to ever walk the city streets! Shale glanced around until she heard a skittering noise across the way from her.
Her enemy was not like a terrible serial killer or a petty scam-artist. Oh no, not as simple as either of those. This was so much bigger. An infamous [s]thief[/s] mouse known only as; "El Blanco!" The words came to her immediately just as his visage reached her eyes.
There he was! The chase was on once again!
The dramatic height of this event was unfortunately lost on most who might have seen it. Any homeless man or random bystander who happened to view the spectacle would have just seen a fox pick her way up a wall after a white mouse, and then bark at it when reaching the roof.
Not the most exciting of things in the world. If only they too could know that the hunt Shale had been undergoing for about four chimes now, was sure to meet its end soon.
And she knew it.
Shale's vulpine body was wracked with anticipation. She had learned his tricks, found his hiding places, and gone from building to building in her long search. This was her pursuit, and she was sure to catch him this time!
But she had to actually get him first, and when he leaped off the roof and onto the edge of a window, he was giving his all to lose his chaser.
Shale surged across the building top and hopped onto the windowsill with grace. No way he could shake her now!
She spotted him again and rejoined the chase with renewed vigor, leaping with a soft tap onto the flooring of a squire common room.
El Blanco, like anyone or anything with a hunter right on its tail, was quick to notice that he was in imminent danger, squeaking and fleeing in a panic around furniture and under a table. There was a muted scuffling in the darkness and he had apparently lost his pursuer.
Or so he thought.
There was a flash of light and a pair of hands wrapped around his form before his eyes could readjust. The mouse was trapped. But rather than iron bars and brick and mortar encasing him, it was a cage made of fingers.
A crack opened slowly and his prison trembled with excitement. A form was right outside, that of a naked blonde-haired, woman scrutinizing him with glee and a single blue eye right outside the crack.
But one doesn't become "infamous" by being easy to take. He rewarded her continued persistence with the logical conclusion to the age-old adage; a cornered rat can bite. El Blanco was actually a mouse, but being an animal, he didn't bother to make the distinction or realize that he was fulfilling an old saying from somewhere.
"Yeek!" Shale bit her tongue to keep herself from crying out too loudly at the unexpected counter-attack. He had actually bitten her hand! How dare he!? But in the moment she had winced, she had also released her captive.
The mouse made good use of the opening.
He plopped onto the floor and managed to take about three steps when a hand smacked down on top of him.
As it turns out, one doesn't become a very hard to shake pursuer without having the perseverance to quickly recover from being unexpectedly bitten. It took Shale only a few moments before once again, he was captured, held in a vice grip this time that left him unable to sink his teeth into her flesh a second time.
Despite the still stinging pain of being bitten, Shale looked just as triumphant as before.
The fox Kelvic hadn't been this energized since she first entered Syliras! "Thought you were clever, huh?" She quickly changed to a sitting position, careful to not let El Blanco get a chance to close his jaws on her fingers a second time. Dangling the white mouse by its tail, she grinned, her pronounced fangs adding to her feral role.
"Troublesome thing, you led me around for quite some time." Shale shook her former nemesis, invoking a frantic squeak. "But I got you, I got you. Never try to trick a trickster, kiddo, you'll just look like a fool in the end."
She opened her mouth wide, prepared to drop her prey into it and bring her chase to a final conclusion that would satisfy both her sense of vengeance and (at least slightly) hunger from transforming so often during the hunt. "Bye El Blanco~"
Shale turned her head abruptly. A noise cut her dramatic closure short. She apparently wasn't the only one awake this night.