Who: Pan and Querry What: Old habits die hard Where: Central Park When: Monday afternoon Rating: Well, if he finds her, Pan's going to try to get heavy..
Pan perched himself on a bench, sitting on the back with his feet on the seat and slowly surveyed the park. This park was huge, despite the fact that it was wrapped in an ever growing city, so Pan certainly had his work laid out for him. He barely moved his curl-covered head as he glanced left and right. His sunglasses hid the direction he was looking in. Perfectly still, he might've given the illusion of someone who'd been taking hunting lessons from a Praying Mantis. Truth was, Pan was trying to place the direction the Nymph Querry might've been hiding in. She'd said she was in the park somewhere, but there were an awful lot of trees in general, not to mention the number of Oak trees. He was trying to pick up a scent, a whiff of a Nymph. Once he felt her, it would stand out against the many mortals moving through the sunny park like a spotlight in the night. Nymphs didn't hide from him very well. He could track them to a point where it was just a matter of actually looking for them. Something he enjoyed immensely, because Nymphs were such delicate creatures. Sex with a nymph was definitely different to that of a mortal or a god. And it had been such a long time...
Without warning, he leapt forward from the bench, startling a few pigeons, not to mention a cyclist who'd been riding past, who almost ended up crashing into a bin because of it. He took off over the grass, long strides that seemed to carry him the long distance to the trees in a much shorter time than you would've thought possible. Trees, and the vague taste of nymph, but had she just been here? Or was one of these her tree? Gosh he was getting out of Pratice! "Come out, come out wherever you are SeƱorita!" He called softly, stroking his fingers across the bark of a tree (Rowan, not Oak) as he slipped past into the shade of the small patch of trees.