Would you PREY upon those you do not understand? [Nikk] May 1, 2014 2:54:43 GMT -5 via the ProBoards App
Post by Makena on May 1, 2014 2:54:43 GMT -5
The trees provided wonderful shade in the heat that spread throughout the dome, a light breeze filtering through the canopies as wildlife twittered and cooed throughout the forest. The overgrown stones were a slight to behold, as the young Bellator found her eyes dancing at her discovery - and the fact that there seemed to be no other retro in sight range. Makena often found herself alone on any scouting troops made during or around the hours of high noon; and thus she made a point of going during these times specifically. She liked the solitude more so than she liked company, the chatter of some of her fellow herd flowing between tolerable and grating irritation. An annoyed gust of air passed through her lips at the thought, the mere mention of the skin-walker habits making her jaw tighten in the slightest outward show of her inner thoughts. Though it didn't take long for her posture to relax again, at least as much as it would on foreign territory, she was alone and she thrived in the solitude.
She settled for gazing around her perimeter, listening and watching for any movement she hadn't seen before as she clambered up onto the first level of the moss-covered slabs. Her head was up and taking in the scents around her as she moved about, no tellings of others so fresh as to worry the zebra-giraffe into hiding; at least not yet. Satisfied, she moved a few levels higher, her goal was the overhanging branches of some nearby trees she knew to be quite tasty as far as leaves went. She turned her ears behind her while she ate as a precaution, acutely aware of every sound that was supposed to be there ... and the sudden awareness that someone was headed this way. She froze, her eyes unblinking as a statue as she inhaled the trace scent of nothing she had scented before ... rogue possibly? Surely there was more than one then, at least it was safe to assume so. Something was off about the smell though as she couldn't quite put her finger on it before movement made her shift to her dark skinned other-self and reflexively slip into the trees with the aid of her human digits. She gripped at the rough bark with her toes as she balanced herself, moving silently as she was able to press her back to the trunk to look out upon the clearing in front of her.
She saw the lone female, none following her closely like she had thought would happen. Her brow knit as her human nose lifted to the air once more to take in the others scent ... it was so odd ... it was like the other wasn't like her at all, nor did she seem to be that of a human by birth. Was she a Keeper? No. She smelled nothing of the clean, bright lit place. She would've thought on it more except for the fact that new smells soon found their way to her senses. Rogue shifters. This was the smell that was instantly recognizable and that she so easily identified; not like this odd human girl.
So what was she doing sitting there, watching everything begin to unfold? The rogues would be upon the area quickly enough and her mind told her she should slip away undetected. It was so simple and instinctual to a prey animal such as herself. Flight not fight. Though in the dome it was all different, a constant battle for survival to see that next day, and man became animal and animal became man; blurring the lines and making it possible for intermingling far beyond what one would think possible. She had spent many a day watching tribes from her homeland from afar, always wanting to get close but never being able to satiate her curiosity until she was able to confidently shift into her bipedal form. This form was a gift and a curse but one of the benefits came quickly enough, and that was the ability to defend herself .. as well as others when the need arose.
Her thoughts were cut short as the first few of the small group came from the opposite end of the clearing, her fingers slipping over the handles of her throwing knives that were strapped around her thighs. Her breathing slowed and her dark eyes settled back to the unique smelling one. There was an obvious disadvantage in numbers, though a shift form could swing a fight in the opposite direction easily.
So what was the lone female going to do? She waited.