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click clack said the creaking bones - Noire - November 07, 2019 Daytime was a wretched time, normally. Blanketed in warmth and the reassurance of safety for those who had eyes to spot plain danger. It cursed the predator and favored the prey - a weak concept. Warmth bred vegetation, and vegetation brought the pestilence of population, most complacent and incompetent in the true art of survival. The leeches of existence. How this beast despised them. And so as the sun declared the hours as its own, though it fought with rolling clouds in its sky, the monstrous creature kept herself to the barren moors to the southeast. Flat stone beds patched the ground where the climate seemed to banish any vegetation attempting to grow more than a foot, with only a few daring and bare trees in the distance. Here, indeed, she could see as far as her dagger-like stare could reach, but the violent and rampant winds whipping left then right then from behind were most unwelcoming. As though vines were lashing out, parting her fur in the most chaotic and unpredictable manner, though it only wielded air. Noire much preferred this land, its emptiness and unceasing aggression. Here no weak could cheat their way to the next day. And it would be here she knew her time would not be wasted. A low rumble in her throat as the bitch tread slowly but with purpose through this unclaimed lands, satisfaction brewing with each strike of wind against her. Satisfaction in her resistance, her ability to stand her own. Though, admittedly, there were greater feats to be proud of, like the eek of a last breath or the metallic tang between her teeth. Beaded eyes squinted at the thought, bitterly and longingly. She was bored. @Arbiter RE: click clack said the creaking bones - Arbiter - November 10, 2019 Arbiter never spent much time out on the moor. To put it simply, she preferred the predictability of the winds elsewhere and the terrain that appealed more to prey so she didn't have to venture as far to hunt.  After all, if she was to put forth the energy for a chase outside of her own forest, she demanded success.  There was no other option.  Not to mention the moor was equally close to Easthollow so there was twice the chance someone had been through to collect all the edible creatures that they could catch. Still, these were not the best of times, she had to do things she was not as happy with for the good of those she gave a damn about.  And so she prowled.  Thus far, no signs worth her attention.  She didn't feel desperate or anything, but she knew that if she did stop, things would likely get that way.  And hence, she explored all options.  A gust brought to her the scent of another -- and not of Easthollow -- which piqued her attention and caused her to redirect her path. Eventually she spotted her.  The other woman was of comparable size, though her pattern made no question that she was not of Dokuga blood -- this was no shadow following Law.  Perhaps if crossing a wolf with an inverted skunk was a thing that might explain some, but reality was far more boring.  Still, Arbiter appreciated soldiers, if that's what this one was, and was curious to see just who they were.  Strangers kept things interesting -- sometimes at least.  After waiting a moment, she woofed, waited, and watched.