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[juliet]

The tenderfoot was adjusting to her surroundings, and doing an all right job of it so far. Dante saw the fact that she hadn't been killed yet as an accomplishment more on his behalf than hers. Today she had simply not been in the mood for their constant bickering - she needed some time to go off on her own and be by herself, with her own thoughts. It was pretty shocking to suddenly be dropped into a place like this and have to simply accept that this would be where she would spend the rest of her days. All the plans she'd held formerly were no longer relevant here - here she had to focus on surviving and little else.

Toying distractedly with the necklace she'd found just the other day, she sighed heavily and took a seat at the edge of the docks, dangling her feet over the edge. Dante had told her that this was clear Carna territory, and that she could feel relatively safe here. So she had taken this opportunity to have some reflective time - but now the sun was setting, and it was time she returned to the sewers. Running a hand through her hair, she sighed and got to her feet. But as she did so, something below the docks caught her eye.

It was a man, walking along the shore by the water. The tenderfoot frowned, trying to get a better look at him. She couldn't see the mark of the Carna on him from where she stood and she hadn't seem him around before - instantly her suspicions were aroused. Quietly, she made her way along the edge of the dock, watching him closely from above. There was something about him that put her off. He seemed suspicious, his eyes keenly looking around him for any pursuers. Why would he be so paranoid if this was his own territory? A-HA. Because it wasn't his territory. He must be a Fulsi or maybe a Fallen or whatever those....other things were called.

And a small smirk appeared on her lips. She would capture him and drag him back to the Carna, and maybe everyone would stop making fun of her because of her small size and naivety about the 'ways of the Menagerie' - they would begin to treat her with respect. Yes! This was perfect. Inching closer to the edge as the man paused, she slowly slipped down some part of the supporting pole (far enough so that the jump wouldn't break any of her bones) - and leapt at the stranger. Her knees slammed into his back and shoulders, and the two went tumbling into the sand.

"Gotcha!" she cried triumphantly, grinning from ear to ear as she pinned the unsuspecting shifter down into the sand.

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[lyric]

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[atrb=background,http://i51.tinypic.com/28jbiv5.png] Lyric did not like socializing; he didn’t like the sewers, either, and that’s why he was avoiding ‘heading in for the night’. Part of him turned up his nose at the thought of the tunnels—perhaps it was his semi-aristocratic upbringing. Always the best for Lyric Shikov! Pah! He shook his head, messy blonde hair (still wet) flinging across his eyes. He’d come down to below the docks in hopes of taking a short dip in the water. It had been abandoned at the time, and he’d tried to scrub the dirt and blood free from his body—he’d mostly succeeded, but he knew there would be salt to dry later on. He ran his hands through his hair enough to untangle it, and then shook it again, as he tugged his shirt over his head. He had just found his clothes. Jeans (worn to the point of being threadbare), and a black tank-top (also worn). He’d left his denim jacket somewhere, right? Lyric eventually found it, and then he was off, hair dripping, smelling like salt and ocean. He was heading back towards the sewers, even if he didn’t want to face all the commotion, walking across the sand and rocks of the shoreline beneath the docks... When, out of absolutely nowhere, something hit him hard in the back. It was a heavy, forceful weight, and he was sent tumbling towards the ground—part of him panicked, and part of him kept calm. Who would be attacking him on Carna territory? Dmitri came to mind, but why? Besides, they weren’t heavy enough to be his brother… Gotcha! Lyric grunted against the weight of her against his back—his face was pressing into sand and rocks, and his yellow eyes were narrowed dangerously. What to do, what to do? He knew his knives were still in his belt—he could feel them pressing against his hips, but his hands were precariously pinned. He could shapeshift. That was definitely an option. Which would shock his attacker more? The cruel eyes of his snake, or the thick-muscled body of a puma? … she would crush him if he turned into his mamba, wouldn’t she? Lyric hissed softly, struggling for a moment before going limp. Lull her into an unsuspecting state… or something like that… “You’ve got me?” Ly said, his voice on the edge of innocence, and it lacked surprise. There was an undertone to it, though, like poison in wine “… nah, I think that I’ve got you…” With the word “you”, Lyric tensed himself and shapeshifted. Puma it was, then. His body changed beneath her—she was relatively small—and as soon as he was sure of himself, he found his footing and jerked against her weight, straight up. There was a vicious yowl in his throat. If he succeeded in dismounting her, he would coil and pounce with the intention of pinning her beneath his weight. Lyric was mildly amused. ooc; crap post, sorry XD

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[juliet]

You’ve got me?

The tenderfoot nodded firmly, holding him down by pushing all her weight into his shoulders. She had to admit, he was pretty fit. Juliet had noticed that about most of the people running around the place. With all of Dante's 'toothpick' comments, she was starting to feel pretty self-conscious about her size. Even in the 'human world' she was pretty scrawny. But now things would be different! Now she had caught an intruder that was easily twice her size, and he had just admitted that she'd got him.

"You're damn right I got you! This is Carna territory. What are you? Fulsi? Speak now and I might not kill you." she hissed in his ear, her nails digging into his shoulders.

As a young teen, her and Michael (the priest she had loved more than anything in the world, and who had given her the little silver cross around her neck) had watched countless crime movies together. This was where she got most of her 'tough talk' from.

… nah, I think that I’ve got you…

Blinking in confusion, she let out a high-pitched noise of surprise when he suddenly shifted and shook him off her as easily as he would rain. The tenderfoot landed heavily in the sand on her back and before she could even try to move - he was on top of her. A puma?! Why couldn't she have a shift that was...at least even slightly threatening. Nobody was afraid of an arctic fox. Dante called her a foot-pillow.

She could taste his foul breath on her face, and she wrinkled her nose and turned her cheek to one side as she tried to wriggle her arms free from his weight.

"Get off." she snarled, trying to focus on making herself shift. If she could, maybe then she would be able to wriggle free - or at least bite him with sharper teeth.

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[lyric]

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[atrb=background,http://i51.tinypic.com/28jbiv5.png] She thought he was a Fulsi, or a Fallen? Lyric knew he must be reeking the scent of Carna—and then he remembered that he’d just taken a “bath” in the bay. Even then, shouldn’t she be able to smell it on his clothes? He resisted the urge to roll his eyes. What was this? Some idiotic newbie? Obviously. She had a major ego problem, too, if she was trying to take down someone twice her size without even stopping to consider his shift. It was almost too easy to dislodge her, and then he was pressing her body down into the sand, his face inches from hers, lips pulled back to expose long, wet teeth… He was pleased to see her turn her face away, into the sand. Get off! She was in an awfully precarious position to start making demands. She wiggled her shoulders, attempting to loosen his grip, no doubt. Lyric pressed his weight down on her harder than before, and his claws were unsheathed to tease at the fabric of her clothes. He was content to know he could tear her apart in a second… Unless she had a polar bear shift, or something along those lines. The Scout hissed in her face, close enough that spittle flew. His eyes, angry yellow, were locked on hers. “You’re awful small to be making such big demands, aren’t you?” the puma snarled, even his voice sounded angry. Really, he was rather… amused, even mildly interested in this small scrap of a girl. His tail lashed, and he shifted his weight again, claws threatening her clothes and skin. He could smell the Carna on her. No killing this one, then, not that he was ever a big fan of murder… “So, tell me, what gave you the idea to catch me?” he inquired, voice openly curious. “You know, five-foot-eleven blonde trespassing on Carna territory, probably thinking he’s tough shit.” Lyric laughed as much as a puma could laugh. The sound was more like a yowl or snarl. “And here’s you. Little itty bitty kitten, right? Or no, not even a kitten. More like a rabbit. Tiny and completely harmless. You thought you could take me?” He would insult her, and he would act arrogant, too. That much was decided already. She had attempted to capture him! When he was on his own territory! As far as Lyric was concerned, she was a total idiot. “What, do you have some kickass shift to back up what you’re doing? Lion, maybe? Tiger? Bear? Or are you a rabbit, girl?” Lyric snorted again, lips still curled away from his teeth, which were only inches from her face. After a moment’s hesitation, he shifted his “grip” on her, moving one paw to the center of her chest, where he put down more pressure. He raised his other forepaw, using it to urge her head back, exposing her throat. He pressed down, claws against the soft skin of her jugular. His yellow cat-eyes glared, and before he could stop himself his mouth was at her throat, and his teeth grazed skin, and then his tongue. It was a threat. Part of him wished he was in his mamba form. There was something blood-curdling about having a snake wrap around your neck; especially when they were so venomous… “Now, tell me, why shouldn’t I kill you, rabbit?” He wanted to laugh. Or at least, some part of him did. ooc; /dies/

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[juliet]

All at once she was suddenly aware of his claws on her shirt, on her shoulders. They weren't digging in yet, but she didn't relish in the feeling of those things in her flesh - they did not look fun. She was rather concerned about infection in this place. She had a feeling there was no such thing as a hospital, or antiseptic ointment lying around...

In response, she stopped wriggling, panting heavily as she tried to catch her breath. Although she tried not to look scared, her heart was racing so hard and fast in her chest that she was pretty sure he could feel it through his paws...or those claws.

You’re awful small to be making such big demands, aren’t you?

"It ain't about the size of the dog in a fight." she snapped defiantly.

And here’s you. Little itty bitty kitten, right? Or no, not even a kitten. More like a rabbit. Tiny and completely harmless. You thought you could take me?

"You look suspicious! This is Carna territory and I haven't seen you around before." she snarled, pushing her hands against his chest as she tried to get some leverage. The whole time she was focusing on trying to shift so she could be smaller and wriggle away. Finally, as she was just about to start praying maybe, she felt that strange quivering along her arms and legs - the first signs that she was about to shift.

What, do you have some kickass shift to back up what you’re doing? Lion, maybe? Tiger? Bear? Or are you a rabbit, girl?

Rabbit? What was all this rabbit talk? Honestly, she was getting pretty damn tired of his breath in her face, and with a low growl, she tried to wedge her feet against his abdomen to get some leverage and get free.

"Shut up and get off, or you'll regret this!" she warned. If only she were a bear...a massive polar bear with claws the size of dinner knives and teeth like stalactites...

But once again, he shifted his position - and she felt his paw suddenly in the middle of her chest. Now he would definitely be able to feel her heart rate pick up dramatically. She didn't really have much of a choice as he tilted her head back, his hot breath on her neck. First his teeth, then his tongue and she bucked angrily on instinct rather than anything else, her body trembling a little in fear. She was in a position of complete submission - and Juliet did not bode well in this position.

Now, tell me, why shouldn’t I kill you, rabbit?

Come on! Shift!

With one last desperate surge of concentration, she finally managed to shift. Her form was a scrawny, fluffy little white fox, with the same eyes as in her human form. Wriggling free from the puma, she bolted across the sand to put some distance between the two before stopping and turning, baring her teeth and snarling viciously.

She still hadn't figured out that he was a Carna.

"Now you better come with me; we can do this the easy way, or the hard way.." she growled, digging her little claws into the sand to better acquaint herself with the terrain she would be fighting on.

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`words;; a little short sorry ><
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[lyric]

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[bg=1C1113] Lyric was terribly amused; Jesus, what sort of idiot was this girl? The puma’s face was expressionless, outside of a feline look of satisfaction. “The size of the dog?” he repeated. “It does matter. When one dog is part wolf and the other is part rat.” Arrogant? Oh, yes. He normally wasn’t so conceited; but right now, especially right now, he thought that pulling out the “ego” would fit the situation. At her next comment, the puma managed a snort. Did she treat every suspicious, unfamiliar-looking Carna like this? Really? Lyric couldn’t remember meeting anyone quite so thick-headed throughout his whole time in the Menagerie. What was she after? Fame? Glory? For taking in a common trespasser? Maybe if he’d stolen something, maybe then she’d get praise. Or maybe if she’d actually captured a real trespasser; and now that I think about it, it would have helped if she could have catch them in the first place! She pushed against his chest. The puma did not move an inch, but he did turn those piercing, savage gold eyes to her face; he stared for a long moment, practically glowering. What did she expect? For those hands to push him off of her? Lyric pushed down harder with his weight and muscle. She growled, and then her feet were against his abdomen. Lyric’s whiskers twitched, and then his tail curled around his haunches, expression almost bored. Really? Was he supposed to obediently roll off of her now? Was she supposed to push one-hundred-thirty-five pounds of muscle and claws and teeth off of her? “I’ll regret it?” Lyric purred. “What are you going to do, huh? You can’t even get up.” He wondered, for a moment, if she was afraid. He might consider something a little like fear if he was pinned beneath a big , with its teeth at his throat. But then, Lyric Shikov did not feel fear. He felt nothing important, not really. His tongue scraped across her throat, and she jerked beneath him. He felt a rush of power. He liked the feeling. He so rarely had any power over anything, and here was this small girl, so vulnerable beneath him. He could kill her. He could close his jaws around her jugular and crush it... And then she shifted. The little bitch shifted! Lyric’s tail lashed angrily as the fox darted from between his forelimbs, out of his reach. His yellow eyes narrowed slightly, thoughtfully, and he regarded her with poison in his gaze. “Well, you see, easy is always very boring,” he drawled. This game was still his. He was still in control. She was just a fox! “It doesn’t keep my interest… doesn’t challenge me enough. So… I think we’ll be going the hard way.” Just as he said it, Lyric drew back a paw to bat at the wet sand, sending a spray of it flying in her direction. The cat was standing now, ears twitching forward. “By the way, what do you know about black mambas?” Ly asked, his voice openly curious, if not a little callous. “About their venom, I mean. You know what I know about them? They’re at least five times as venomous as the King Cobra. And their morality rate, without treatment, is one-hundred-percent.” his eyes were lazy, then, and with a short bare of teeth he shapeshifted again; quick as a flash, there was a light gray snake curled up on the sand, coiled, tongue slipping between scaly lips. It was a threat. He could kill her, and he knew it. But he didn’t want to be killed in return—that was the rule of Carna, right? He reared up, like snake’s do, and for the show of it, he struck the air in her direction. Moving as fast as a snake could move, fangs exposed for a moment in his black mouth, before he withdrew. Enough for demonstration; he felt the shift come on for a second time, and he reformed into the shape of a , standing on all four legs, practically towering over the fox who was still some distance away. “Still wanna play with me? My bite is just as big as my bark.” He scoffed at himself, at this fake pretense of arrogance—although he could be arrogant at times—and he also scoffed at his stereotypical comment. He paced a few steps closer to her, and there was a threat in the way he moved. ATTIRE right now? fur ;P CREDIT SAM !? of A Changed Hogwarts.LYRICS someday - nickelback NOTES ... oh, lyric... WORD COUNT too lazy to look /dies

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[juliet]

The tenderfoot could see the irritation in his eyes when she shifted and bolted a few feet away from him. She didn't want to run too far and look frightened, but she wanted to be far enough away so that she would have enough time to react if he decided to attack. Yes...she did not like the thought of being on the bad side of those teeth...or those claws...or the bulging muscles that covered his entire body. Almost self-consciously, she looked at her own paws, scrawny and barely even big enough to leave a scratch. Juliet definitely should have thought all this through before jumping in like an idiot. Dante was going to kill her when he heard about this...

If. If he heard about this...

It doesn’t keep my interest… doesn’t challenge me enough. So… I think we’ll be going the hard way.

A sharp yelp escaped her lips, one of surprise when the wet sand hit her straight in the face. Growling, she used both her front paws to quickly wipe the mess from her eyes. That stung.

About their venom, I mean. You know what I know about them? They’re at least five times as venomous as the King Cobra. And their morality rate, without treatment, is one-hundred-percent.

The tenderfoot's entire body tensed, her ears perking up at the mention of snakes. Snakes. Juliet hated snakes. As a child she'd been bitten by one in the backyard, and had been taken straight to hospital. They were sneaky, sly, creepy little creatures that to Juliet spelled out danger whether they were venomous or not. Her body language was cagey as she looked around, trying to see if maybe he'd seen one or he had one as a friend that he was going to sic on her.

But when her eyes returned to what she expected to be the puma - he had become a snake. ... Her jaw dropped and she let out a yelp that she couldn't hold back, as he struck the air close to her. Scrambling over herself to try and get away from the damn thing. If it wasn't for her incredibly strong pride, she would have simply turn tail and run right now - and never looked back. But she stopped a few feet back, panting heavily as she eyed the snake closely while trying her hardest not to pee herself.

When he returned to his puma form, his scent suddenly filled her nostrils - he was a Carna. Oh jeez. What a fail. All this time...

Still wanna play with me? My bite is just as big as my bark.

"You're a Carna! Why didn't you tell me?!" she snapped angrily, moreso embarrassed than anything else. "No! Instead you're going to make me look like an idiot and chase me around. You have two shifts?! How is that even possible?" she was shocked, and swished her tail angrily as she tried to get the sand out of her pure white fur. "Dante didn't tell me some of us had two shifts..." she grizzled, wiping the sand from her face.

Juliet was the latest tenderfoot, and she had become quite infamous among the Carna for both her attitude, and her complete lack of understanding about the way the Menagerie worked. She was sure Dante had been bitching his brains out about it as well. So maybe Lyric could put the pieces together and figure out who she was before she could even properly introduce herself.

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`words;; a little short sorry ><
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[lyric]

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[bg=1C1113] Ah; so she didn’t like snakes, then? A shame, because Lyric was about as close as you could get to the personification of one. Sly, clever, and as cold as the last ring of hell. She leapt back from him, and he couldn’t really blame her, but still… She acted so tough! Watching her yelp was about the most amusing thing he could really think of. Lyric was enjoying this way, way too much; he liked knocking her down a few pegs, And then, as he shifted back into a puma, she finally seemed to catch on. He paused for a moment, ears quirked, expression almost curious… And, finally, he turned back into his human form, sitting in the sand. The purpose of this was so that he could really, really laugh. He couldn’t remember laughing so hard, actually; his whole body shook with it. He hadn’t been this amused since… he couldn’t even remember when! Ly collapsed on the sand, still laughing, his chest heaving with the effort of it. His eyes were almost watering. What an idiot! Really, what if he hadn’t been a Carna? Then what would she have done? Lyric was glad he hadn’t told her to begin with; the entire encounter had stretched a side, almost savage grin across his face, and he laughed for some time. “Why didn’t I tell you?” Lyric repeated, finally opening his eyes to look at her. “I wanted to see how long it would take you to figure out! Dear God, woman, you’re dense! C’mon, I may’ve taken a bath, but really? I’m in Carna territory, just walking along all peaceful like, and you attack me! Impulsive, aren’t you?” Ly shook his head at her questions; it didn’t matter too much anyways. When she mentioned Dante, he arched his brows at her. Hm. He’d never met the man personally, but he had heard of a certain Tenderfoot that he mentored; presumably, the one in front of him. “I’m freakish even for shapeshifter standards,” the Carna mused aloud, his voice (since his laughter had faded) became somewhat bored. “Got experimented on. About three different times. Original shift is the snake that you had the pleasure of meeting, got a second shift a while back; it was a lynx, though. Then they decided to take me in for a third time. Changed the lynx to the mountain lion.” That was certainly a lot of talking for Lyric. He stopped and regarded her much, much smaller shapeshift. “Lyric Shikov, by the way.” She had probably heard of his brother. Everyone had heard of his brother. Dmitri. The perfect child. The Delta of the Carna Ring. Lyric wasn’t envious, not really—he wasn’t capable of feeling that, right?—no, Lyric was just… angry. He was always angry at Dmitri. He would always resent his brother, wouldn’t he? But that was for another time. “And… and you’re Juliet? I think? I’ve heard about you. Jesus, I’m glad you’re not my Tenderfoot.” ATTIRE jeans, black tank top, denim jacket c: CREDIT SAM !? of A Changed Hogwarts.LYRICS reptilia – the scopes (or something xD don’t remember) NOTES ... oh, lyric... WORD COUNT 497

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[juliet]

Juliet seethed with anger as he shifted into his human form and started laughing hysterically. For a moment she simply sat there, her fur bristling with fury as a lot growl emanated from her chest. But then she shifted back to her human form, perhaps so she didn't feel so small and fluffy, and simply glared pure hatred at him. That arrogant f***. Her porcelain features flushed with anger and embarrassment as she simply sat in the sand, her jaw tense. There was no use yelling at him - there were not enough curse words in the whole world to accurately express how she felt at the current moment.

"I hope you know you look absolutely ridiculous." she snapped, referring to him rolling around in the sand laughing like a drunken child. Finally the laughter stopped, and she huffed, really just glad it was finally over.

I wanted to see how long it would take you to figure out! Dear God, woman, you’re dense! C’mon, I may’ve taken a bath, but really? I’m in Carna territory, just walking along all peaceful like, and you attack me! Impulsive, aren’t you?

The tenderfoot's eyes darkened even more as she angrily kicked some sand at him.

"I haven't seen you around before. I would rather be safe than sorry.." she snarled in response. As he explained his shifts, the tenderfoot's face scrunched up into one of suspicious curiosity. Experimented on? They were able to add in extra shifts? How bizarre...

"Why you? You don't seem all that special to me. Why would they bother with some little boy band, hair gelling pipsqueak like you?" her voice was full of judgement. But really she just wanted to embarrass him like he had done to her (although she had brought it all on herself from the very beginning of their encounter).

Lyric Shikov, by the way.

Recognition showed on her face as she blinked wide eyes up at him. Her demeanour instantly changed, and she backed down a little, her offensive attitude toning down somewhat. His brother was the Delta. Or...she assumed it was his brother. Shikov wasn't a really super common name. Trust her to attack the delta's brother. Dante was going to have her eaten alive by scorpions - she just knew it.

And… and you’re Juliet? I think? I’ve heard about you. Jesus, I’m glad you’re not my Tenderfoot.

Something akin to defiance flashed in her eyes as she looked up at him once more.

"That makes two of us. I've been meaning to talk to Dante about running his mouth.." she replied, her tone a lot more respectful than before, but it still held a bit of an edge to it. To get Juliet to be completely complacent is surely one of the first signs of the apocalypse.

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`words;; a little short sorry ><
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