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Tweak says, "Her name is Rio"

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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warrior_woman
2011-09-24 06:35 am UTC (link)

The information wasn't as helpful as she would have liked; it really could lead anywhere. The Amazon in a cat's body shifted her weight a little as she watched the other cat. He wasn't telling her everything, but there wasn't many ways for now that she could get what she wanted. He was bigger. She could fight him, but...

"No swimming." Her eyes narrowed as he didn't seem to understand why chasing could end with someone being hurt. "Animals begin the chase, and they forget. What happens when they catch what they're after? Even humans can get a little...aggressive when what is being is caught."

She stood at all fours and rolled her long back, stretching out her tail, creating a rather long line. Soon she was moving slowly toward him.

"Animals do not follow rules. Not even humans follow all rules." She was very close now, her eyes locked on his. Her head tilted slightly. "How do you know I won't bite you in the heat of the moment?"

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i_consume
2011-09-30 07:16 am UTC (link)

Hannibal listened to her explanations of the complications of chase. She was right about most of it. He couldn't deny that fact. He thought that she might be forgetting that they were both of the big cat variety, and not on each other's menus in nature. She seemed to think that he might try to kill her once he caught her.

It was a little ironic, in a way. If it were another day, and he weren't a cat, that might be the case. What he wanted right now was honestly just a game. Just to play. He would have given his word on that, but it would have clued her in to other things.

"A bite is easily forgiven." Hannibal shrugged one shoulder, something that wasn't pulled off very well. "Our skins are thicker than you seem to give them credit for, and our fur further deflects teeth and claws. It has to be a fairly vicious and purposeful movement to get through and cause damage."

She really needed to be more familiar with animals. Hannibal had never met anybody who was so unknowing.

"But if you do not think that chase is acceptable, you come up with a game."

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warrior_woman
2011-10-01 11:42 pm UTC (link)

Zoe actually wasn't concerned about whether or not he might kill her, but she wasn't going to make any distinction on who she thought would do the actual killing. The cat, while facing a slightly larger cousin, and the woman, while facing an animal she was only aware lived as of now really, both were pretty certain that the larger cat would die should that be the desired end result. When she pounced Jesse, it had been the cat and woman acting together; the body moved as the mind, no matter which, wanted.

"How many cat skins have you bitten through?" That was a tricky question, or one that could be. The smaller of the two moved closer, curious to see a cat this close. It wasn't exactly a common thing after all; the cows and beagles had been...an interesting experience for the usually space bound first mate.

There was only a slight shift in body that might signal that the cat was about to pounce, and whether he stopped her...No claws were out, and no fangs bared. It was a simple pounce of a very long body.

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