nitro_is_ace: (cheetah gold)
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A door opens into the cool Yorkshire evening.

Now, Yorkshire has seen it's share of scary lately - how many other shires have two werewolves living there full-time?

But this is something different.

This is a Cheetah who is pissed enough to not care about losing it anymore.

Just... don't run, okay? Don't run. She'll go for you if you run.

Date: 2009-08-17 05:12 am (UTC)
creator_raven: (bird shadow)
From: [personal profile] creator_raven
Raven could lead her a merry chase, much in the way a laser pointer leads a kitten on a merry chase.

But today he is not the quarry.

Ace is.

If only there were words.


Date: 2009-08-17 05:19 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
She isn't prowling. Prowling is for people who don't know what (or who) they're hunting.

She's at almost a full-out sprint, flitting through the country side like a ghost.

Like an angry ghost.

Like an angry, vengeful ghost that's after someone's beating heart.

They're heading north at a near break-neck pace - Yorkshire, Cumbria, Northumberland... they'll be in Scotland soon.

Date: 2009-08-17 05:32 am (UTC)
creator_raven: (Change)
From: [personal profile] creator_raven
This is obviously not working.

(And they are leaving a path of daffodil -- that will shortly stop being daffodils -- behind them.)

Which is why the heat haze and its accompanying shadow catch up to Ace and --


(From the inside, Raven is so very, very bright.)


Date: 2009-08-17 05:37 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]

There is light.

For once, when she closes her eyes, the space behind them isn't just empty darkness.

Her feet tangle, and she goes down, sliding across the rocky ground.

Date: 2009-08-17 05:39 am (UTC)
creator_raven: (bird shadow)
From: [personal profile] creator_raven
There is the mental equivalent of a huffed-out sigh, and she comes to a stop in a pile of pillows.

*This, I think, is not so easy.*

Also it is dangerous. Flesh does not hold him so very well.

Clay is better.

Or stone.

Date: 2009-08-17 05:43 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
A few years ago, this would have been lethal.

Even now, it burns, somewhere inside.

But it keeps the screaming madness away. Only one step away, but away.

"She killed you." She says instead of continuing to growl, forlorn.

Date: 2009-08-17 05:46 am (UTC)
creator_raven: (bird silhouette light)
From: [personal profile] creator_raven
*It is what she intended.*

There's an accompanying mental itch that might translate as a snort.

*But mostly now I am not so much cursed. Blood is tricky, yes?*

Some things do not last.

Others --

Others are impossible to evade. Like consequences.

Date: 2009-08-17 05:50 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
"Oh great." The growl returns, low and deep in her chest. "Fantastic. Dead and uncursed, I'll put a bloody thank-you card on her dismembered corpse."

Date: 2009-08-17 05:53 am (UTC)
creator_raven: (Change)
From: [personal profile] creator_raven
*She is not what she was, I do not think. Likely she will not ever be so again.*

There are always prices.

*Also she is mostly a living corpse now. Or possibly it is a mummy. Brittle, yes?*

Date: 2009-08-17 05:57 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
"Fantastic. Easier t'break." She snarls, struggling to get back to her feet again.

Date: 2009-08-17 06:00 am (UTC)
creator_raven: (Change)
From: [personal profile] creator_raven
*Not for you. She is good, I think, at finding her own doom.*

It is a gift. Or is that a curse?

Date: 2009-08-18 02:12 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
"Yes for me. You haven't a body, durbrain, what're you goin' t'do 'bout it?" She grumbles back, weaving unsteadily. This is going to be difficult.

Date: 2009-08-18 02:16 am (UTC)
creator_raven: (bird raven and statue)
From: [personal profile] creator_raven
If Raven could tug Ace's hair like this, he would. As it is, that itchy feeling in her brain increases sharply -- just for a second.

*I am, I think, not so helpless as that. So.*

He has plans. Of a sort.

(Inasmuch as he ever has plans, anyway.)

Date: 2009-08-18 02:40 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
"You're always helpless as that." She snorts peevishly, as she loses her balance and thumps back onto her arse.

Date: 2009-08-18 02:41 am (UTC)
creator_raven: (bird silhouette light)
From: [personal profile] creator_raven
*You, perhaps, are not so much different.*

Considering that right now she cannot even stand.

So there.

Date: 2009-08-18 03:05 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
"Shut up, you. At least I manage t'keep hold of m'own bloody body."


Never mind that this talent isn't actually any of her own doing.

Date: 2009-08-18 03:09 am (UTC)
creator_raven: (bird pearls before swine)
From: [personal profile] creator_raven
*I do not so much need a body.*

So there.

Not that it isn't convenient.

For a lot of things.

Date: 2009-08-18 03:27 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
"Quite right. You're just as annoyin' without one." Let it not be said Ace isn't persistent. She's trying to get back onto her feet again. There's someone she needs to go see.

And dismember, evidently.

Date: 2009-08-18 03:31 am (UTC)
creator_raven: (Change)
From: [personal profile] creator_raven
*Hair-tugging is not so much the same. Or sleeping.*

He misses his perch, pink and sparkly though it is.

Date: 2009-08-18 04:04 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
"Should've thought 'bout that before you let her... do whatever she did. Idiot." Hurrah, she's standing!

Not so much moving.

But standing!

Date: 2009-08-18 04:06 am (UTC)
creator_raven: (bird pearls before swine)
From: [personal profile] creator_raven
Raven pokes at her brain restlessly. It is not quite the same as poking her in the side.


*This, perhaps, is much more easily changed than the curse.*

For a given value of 'easy'.

Date: 2009-08-18 04:11 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
"Got a stock of spare bodies layin' about, do you?" Ace asks, attempting to ignore the poking (and the burning) in favor of moving, but it's not working so well. "Y'do know that's just well creepy."

Date: 2009-08-18 04:17 am (UTC)
creator_raven: (bird silhouette light)
From: [personal profile] creator_raven
*That, I think, is more Coyote than me.*

He cannot fix the damage he is wreaking in her mind -- that is not how this works. They are both very lucky that she heals. Especially from death.

(For now, anyway.)

*I will be back. Possibly with fingers.*

She can hope, at least.

Date: 2009-08-18 04:19 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
"... You're goin' t'go back to Coyote? The one who cursed you?" Ace demands, staring at nothing. "You really are dense as a brick, aren't you?"

Date: 2009-08-18 04:20 am (UTC)
creator_raven: (Change)
From: [personal profile] creator_raven
It is probably a very strange thing to have a heat haze tweak your nose as it leaves your body.

But Ace now has that experience.

It is likely the only answer she will get. For now.


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