Plainsrunning

[Guest]

Through the dark, through the tree's and dirt. Amazing. Aazzi ran and ran, over fallen tree's and bushes, under low hanging branches covered in intricate, tribal ochre tattoo's over her face, lion body and human where everything except her chest was showing. She felt sorry for humans, they didn't seem to enjoy the natural things and all the oppurtunities they represented. Racing through the dark, moonlight edging in and out of her vision as it peeked through the thickets and tree's and dappling her golden coat in pallid light. Wooping like a native she ran up to a boulder, jumped up and then launched off into the night, landing strongly in the ground and taking off running again, tossing her hair and with a manic grin on her face. The centaurs eyes were dilated and she could see as clearly as daytime. Evading the nightwatch men was amazing, the tingly feeling of always being on the edge of capture, but they would never catch her. The claws were out, black and sharp, digging her path through the forest. Another haunting, native warcry and then she puffed her chest out proudly and flopped down onto her back near a fallen tree, looking around herself. "It would be nice to have someone to run with....but I doubt anyone round here would be able to keep up with me"

[Ruairí]

"Alright Padraig, whoever gets to the giant oak first gets the extra portion of breakfast tomorrow, ready? GO!" Ruairi took the false start, as always, and ran as hard as he could into the forest. Jumping over logs and ducking for branches his adrenaline was on an all-time high. Of course Padraig would leave him behind in seconds, but dog always ran just in front of Ruairi. Who knew what kinds of stupid trouble his master could get into?

Padraig was the only one that noticed the strange lady, something he'd smelled but dismissed as just a nearby monster. It smelled, as a lot of things in this place, like a mixture of familiar scent. One one part feline, on the other human. Ruairi didn't notice anything, so when Padraig suddenly stopped short to look at the strange mixture of things Ruairi kept running, looked back to see what Padraig was look at, stumbled over a branch and fell flat on his face.

"Ouch what's the matter with you Padraig?" He complained loudly, rubbing his forehead where he'd hit a branch.

[Guest]

Poking her head above the fallen tree she saw the fallen man and raised her eyebrows, unimpressed. Humans shouldn't run in the dark. Then she heard the growl and swiveled (still laying down) to look at the dog. "Oh you wanna dance big boy?" Aazzi asked, swaying to all fours with her usual wicked smile plastered toothily on her face. Her pose was full of attitude, arms out to her sides. "Come on then, lets dance!"

((Yes she's arguing with Padraig, must be the cat vs dog thing in her DNA XD))

[Ruairí]

"Woah!" Ruairi called, hearing the girl's voice. He got up much too quickly, grunting as the world got threatened to go black for a while. "Please do leave my dog out of this, I can't get another one like him around here, and I spent quite some time and effort training him!"

"Anywhooo," he that last bit a bit oddly, as he was threatening to fall down again. "Who might you be, rolling in the underbrush?"

[Guest]

"Hmmm looks that way" Aazzi replied sharply, crossing hers arms under her breasts and pouting at the redheaded stranger. She had never seen such a perculiar hair colour in her homeland. "I wasn't rolling" She said, tutting and looked with her unimpressed face on "I was relaxing right before you happened to disturb the peace, so you have some apologizing to do before I give you my name" Smirking deviously, feline canines glistening she tapped to the ground in front of her. "Now get on your knee's and bow to me, asking for forgiveness and maaaayybeee I'll consider telling you who I am" Wondering if he would actually do it, she smiled wider, the fluffy end of her tail batting rhythmically against againt the earth, clawing digging up new ground where she stood, flexing her paws.

[Mnemosyne]

"Well you're not the only one who likes bushwalking, or bushrunning. I'm not apologizing for nothing, as there was nothing I did, and you're not even supposed to be here," Ruairi crossed his arms stubbornly.

Padraig jumped a bit when she hit the ground and promptly started growling. The feline had shown her claws, which meant she now posed a threat to his master.

Talking about his master. "Who do you think you are anyway, and I thought I was cocky," he growled. Who did the stupid wild child think she was? The queen of africa?

[Guest]

"Well your human, you have no more right than me so before you run your mouth you best think-" Tapping to her head, going buzzeyed and lolling her tongue out she spoke stupidly "-Dunt wanna be saying ought stoopid now do we?" Returning to her usual wicked look she glared at the dog and made a playful swipe at it with a paw, claws in this time. "What you getting your fur in a twist for pup?" she asked, hands on her sides, her glare highlighted by the red ochre patterns around her face. Then she heard the master growling and she almost burst out into insane hysterics. "Oh lord, unbunch your knickers hun~ Its amazing that your so rude when you could be..." Sauntering a few yards closer to the celt, she got up on her hind legs (which made her head about his height) and pressed a front paw to his chest "...food"

[Ruairí]

((Pffft, I didn't even notice that I'd posted with the wrong account D: ))

"So I guess we're at a stalebud, wait, is that the right word? Nah, doesn't matter, neither of us can shout out since the both of us would get into trouble."

Padraig jumped back by the swipe and started growling loudly again, and why was his master being so unworried by the feline anyway? His master was so careless sometimes. "Padraig, stop it," Ruairi commanded and the dog fell silent. Had to obey the hand that fed him.

Ruairi stared straight at the girl, refusing to be intimidated. "I wish I could do that lassie, but I ain't wearing any," he said with a grin and a wink.

[Guest]

"Well thats a relief, wouldn't want to think you, well y'know" Motioning to his legs with a casual hand, her smirk widened "Lets just say we wouldn't want to find out this manly man wore a girls underwear"

"And the words stalemate for future reference"

She looked upon his cheekiness with an unimpressed eye, blowing a strand of hair out of her vision and running a tongue over her teeth before cocking her head and looking at him strangely. "Your ribs are looking quite tasty to say the least" Bringing her paws back down to ground, she proceded to walk around the celt, inspecting with a perculiar look behind her eyes. "My stomachs on the prowl here baby hehe" giggling quietly and bit down on her bottom lip to prevent further laughing and instead hit her tail against the ginger as she continued her circling.

"Mmm, mmhmmm I think I should begin my meal from the beginning hehe...so many juicy segments to detatch" Laying a hand on the bottom of his back she continued to trace around his waist an stomach as she walked, nail making a faint trail against the strangley painted skin.

[Ruairí]

"Mate, bud, all the same thing, and real men don't wear underwear," Ruairi said quite proudly, one might even see his chest raise with pride.

"I wouldn't try eating me lassie," Ruairi said, turning with the centaur as she circled him, weird lady. "You really don't want to get the woad in your mouth, I've tried and it's incredibly icky. And, um, I don't quite appreciate you touching me," he pushed her hand away, and uncomfortable feeling remained where her nail had scratched his skin, not quite enough to really hurt but enough to be unpleasant anyway.

Weird, Ruairi usually didn't quite cringe to the touch of a woman before. Then again, this was a girl, not a woman and a right creepy one at that. And then the fact that she was half lion, Ruairi'd never quite understood centaurs, the bottom half was animal, now where was the anatomical logic in that?!

He shrugged, retained his nonchalant image. "And there'd be the fact that my rather large companion here would tear a chunk from your rib if you tried.

((Anatomical, wow Ruairi, using big words now))

[Guest]

""Set your puppy on me and you'll be sorry" Aazzi remarked, a feral grin on her face and she dropped her hand and sat down. "Pffft" she blew a raspberry and restrained herself from rolling around. "Woad, ochre all the same" Tapping her stomach she winked "I'm sure I have an earring in here from the little girl I ate earlier who wandered off the path to pick wild flowers"

Flippantly rolling her eyes she crossed her arms again and occupied herself with looking at her dirt incrusted nails and then patted them against her shoulders, walking around in random routes, sometimes disappearing from view but she soon emmerged again. "Real men don't go picking on poor defenseless girls and threaten to sic there dogs on them" The lioness pouted even though her stomach and mind cringed at the thought of (even if it was pretending) calling herself poor and defenseless.

"If it takes two of you to take me then you must be scared of me, but if its just you I'll take you on right now" Unsheathing a small dagger made of the sharpened tooth of a male lion, she lightly tapped the safe, flat side against both of Rauri's cheeks and then wheeled away a playful look on her face as she fiddled with the dagger between her fingers. "Come on then big boy"

Then she took of running, shoving Rauri as she ran past him. "Coooommmeee ooonnnn~~"

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