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Tweak says, "RAWR!"

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
2011-10-01 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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