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Zoe Washburne (warrior_woman) wrote in we_coexist,
@ 2011-08-18 23:32:00

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bad moon, hannibal lecter, zoe washburne

The cats will play...(Hannibal)
Zoe didn't see Jesse after that morning. She wasn't exactly mad at him, but she wasn't happy with her situation either. She didn't like not being in control; she knew she'd adapt, live with it, but it put a slight damper on being the Batman.

When she went in to work, the Amazon send Alfred a quick message to explain why Batman wouldn't be patrolling the streets again. She suggested that he notify the ones who had helped rescue Jake if anything were to come up. Alfred was kind enough to send her information about werewolves, not that she was one, but it seemed fitting. She read and went home to await the change.

As night fell, she started pacing. The apartment, while spacious and rather Spartan, seemed too small. She wasn't sure if it was the coming change or just simply the need to be in motion that had her pulling on running gear again to head out to the Park. She needed to do something other than wait.

The Park felt strange, as it had the night before, and she wished she could go fight bad guys or do something more than run. She wanted to save someone, be a big damn hero. Yet, she knew that she couldn't save anyone as a really big cat, probably. The run was nice, but it wouldn't last. Thankfully on her run, she felt the pain coming before it completely incapacitated her. Finding a set of bushes, she disappeared within them to experience the shift that made her want to cryout..yet again.

Moments later, a clouded leopard appeared from the bushes, its tail trailing behind it like a banner. Now what was she supposed to do?

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i_consume
2011-09-16 06:22 am UTC (link)

Hannibal smelled them too, the others. The ones that were waiting for the predators to leave so that they could have the rest of the meal. His own feline mind wanted to chase them off, to keep them from taking what was rightfully his, but like his companion, knew that he would not come back to it and the meat was better off in other jaws.

He had not even for a moment considered that the two of them should share a kill. He knew that he would not do so with this cat, not only because she was not the same genus as he, but because he did not think that she was the kind of person as a person who would enjoy the types of things he had done to his own carcass. Better that she be occupied with her own some distance away.

"Very satisfying." Hannibal agreed. He began to walk out of the clearing, back in the direction that they had started. Hoping for her to follow. He was not quite done with her yet.

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warrior_woman
2011-09-16 06:25 am UTC (link)

Zoe didn't follow right off. She watched the cat walk away, but her attention was on the others, they were coming closer. Her tail flicked for a moment, just the tip. The cat wanted to hiss, to do damage to those who thought this was now their kill. Zoe wanted to go home and get clean.

She turned soon enough, taking to the trees as soon as she was able. While she didn't mind going back to the clearing, she wasn't going to do it on the ground. She would go where she had the advantage, and for now, the trees would give her that.

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i_consume
2011-09-16 06:33 am UTC (link)

When he was away from the fresh corpses, and out of the way of the scavengers, Hannibal took a seat on the grass. It felt new on his paws, a sensation he didn't have normally. It was soft and giving yet sharp simultaneously. As if he could feel every individual blade. Something the bare bottoms of his feet would not have picked up. There were some things beyond even his tactile sensitivity.

He had heard her take to the trees again, that slight scraping of he claws against the bark, the sharp and sweet smell of the tree being pierced and weeping.

"I am very impressed with your climbing abilities. I have never seen such a thing." He said it as if they belonged to her specifically. There was a bit of a feeling in him that not every movement she made was the cat, just as his were not. She had to have some experience with this kind of thing in order to be so comfortable with it. There had been no hesitation in the actions she'd taken, something that someone else would have felt unsure about. He, himself, would not have been so easy going were his cat brain to tell him he could hang from a tree almost like a monkey. He was not like that in his day to day life.

But the killing, that had come very naturally. The stalking, the killing, the blood, the death. All of that was very easy for him. Now that he knew what it felt like as a cat, he was sure to include bits of it that he could in future endeavors.

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warrior_woman
2011-09-16 06:42 am UTC (link)

Zoe didn't jump down into the clearing, but rather stretched out on a branch nearby. She was very comfortable with her stomach full. Her long tail hung down a little from the branch. Though she may have looked as if she were totally relaxed, anyone who knew cats and anyone who knew Zoe would know that she could and would defend herself.

"I didn't realize cats could do it either." While Zoe wasn't a climber, she was used to being put in situations that required almost impossible physical actions. She had long ago learned to trust that her body would know what its doing, especially when she was too tired or wartorn to think clearly.

"I knew they liked trees, but this one takes it beyond the simple climbing trees." Zoe's cat knowledge was a little limited as animals weren't all that popular on ships. They didn't come around much during wartime either, unless it was the scavengers. She had understood them then too. It wasn't pleasant, but they served a purpose.

"You felled yours quickly." Her paws stretched, showing that they were certainly more flexible than the normal cats. Her tail swayed ever so slightly. Nothing suggested that she was afraid or bothered by the other cat. What was bothering her at the moment was the desire to stretch out and watch the world go by under the tree she'd picked out. She needed to get back to her things and get home.

For now, she'd talk to the other cat, waiting out the desire.

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