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xp_logsAfter a weekend of making trouble, Marius finally ends up pushing his luck too far (and probably wishing he'd really paid more attention to that off-handed warning from Angelo).
It was the third day since feeding from Rahne, and Marius knew it had to be now or never. Three days seemed to be around the time whatever powers he'd absorbed worked their way through his system, and his prey was cunning; for this he would need his wolf-form at its peak.
His quarry was enjoying a languid sprawl in the sun, apparently content in spite of the cold. Marius had been crouched behind the scrubby bushes for almost five minutes now, watching her through the tangle of branches. He could scent her from here, smelling content and confident, and also of fabric softener, which probably meant someone's clean laundry had just been ruined again.
Well, never mind that. He had the advantage now.
The cat was apparently unawares of any stalking or other such thing going on - stretched out to impressive for a cat length, Catseye had her eyes closed and hadn't even budged an inch when a few moments earlier, a bird had landed quickly by to snag something or other from the ground before winging off quickly, apparently not realizing the purple patch of color nearby could easily have leapt on it at any moment.
One paw flexed slightly in the sunlight and a sleepy half-purr could be heard for a brief moment before Catseye fell back into a content slumber.
His wolf-sharp eyes focused on the movement, and the relax of every muscle that followed. Marius grinned. The symmetry was too much to resist.
The surge of power that carried him over the bushes sent him barreling towards the unsuspecting purple cat with the force of a freight-train. He couldn't have stopped if he'd wanted to.
With a lazy flop, the cat turned around and wriggled to the side, as though stretching out in the middle of her sleep to find a more comfortable spot. Thus, in fact, putting herself entirely out of the possible range of the wolf hurtling her way with the minimal amount of effort.
As the wolf scrambled by, the cat opened one eye slyly, whiskers slowly arching forward while an expression of unholy glee gleamed in her eyes as she took a deep breath... and the shadow of the small cat on the ground grew to something far larger.
As horrible an effect as being assaulted by a cat-then-girl can have on a young man at five in the morning, Marius quickly discovered that this paled beside the experience of whirling around to face a housecat and finding himself close enough to count every tooth in the mouth of a mountain lion opening its jaws in a roar.
"RRRROOOOOOWWWWWWLLLL!"
"YIPE!"
It was the third day since feeding from Rahne, and Marius knew it had to be now or never. Three days seemed to be around the time whatever powers he'd absorbed worked their way through his system, and his prey was cunning; for this he would need his wolf-form at its peak.
His quarry was enjoying a languid sprawl in the sun, apparently content in spite of the cold. Marius had been crouched behind the scrubby bushes for almost five minutes now, watching her through the tangle of branches. He could scent her from here, smelling content and confident, and also of fabric softener, which probably meant someone's clean laundry had just been ruined again.
Well, never mind that. He had the advantage now.
The cat was apparently unawares of any stalking or other such thing going on - stretched out to impressive for a cat length, Catseye had her eyes closed and hadn't even budged an inch when a few moments earlier, a bird had landed quickly by to snag something or other from the ground before winging off quickly, apparently not realizing the purple patch of color nearby could easily have leapt on it at any moment.
One paw flexed slightly in the sunlight and a sleepy half-purr could be heard for a brief moment before Catseye fell back into a content slumber.
His wolf-sharp eyes focused on the movement, and the relax of every muscle that followed. Marius grinned. The symmetry was too much to resist.
The surge of power that carried him over the bushes sent him barreling towards the unsuspecting purple cat with the force of a freight-train. He couldn't have stopped if he'd wanted to.
With a lazy flop, the cat turned around and wriggled to the side, as though stretching out in the middle of her sleep to find a more comfortable spot. Thus, in fact, putting herself entirely out of the possible range of the wolf hurtling her way with the minimal amount of effort.
As the wolf scrambled by, the cat opened one eye slyly, whiskers slowly arching forward while an expression of unholy glee gleamed in her eyes as she took a deep breath... and the shadow of the small cat on the ground grew to something far larger.
As horrible an effect as being assaulted by a cat-then-girl can have on a young man at five in the morning, Marius quickly discovered that this paled beside the experience of whirling around to face a housecat and finding himself close enough to count every tooth in the mouth of a mountain lion opening its jaws in a roar.
"RRRROOOOOOWWWWWWLLLL!"
"YIPE!"
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