08-11-2011, 08:00 AM
[[no table, unfortunately! anyway, i have no idea whether you're going to post in the meeting, so this is specifically very vague, as Im unsure of whats going on! mwahaha, the plot thickens]]
His orders were clear, the actions very simple. The meeting had dispersed and the suspected outcome had occured- most of the original AniWayans refused to take part in the fun, while a few were obedient enough to do as they were told. There was no doubt in Nahele's mind what he would be doing the next day, although now his orders had changed his evening had taken a turn for the more interesting. Find the pale female Maska had called Foxglove, that was the primary objective first. Dull gold eyes glimmered with an internal light as he broke away from those moving away from Maska, tawny ears open for those who wished to curse their Councilman, sharp growls enough to tell those of AniWaya that Nahele would not tolerate their blasphemas comments. Most of them moved away and back to their houses, but the Guardian chose to stay on the dusty road that lay through most of AniWaya. He was hunting and he kept his footsteps deliberately silent. The gripping of his head by Hania made Nahele turn, a glimmer of pale fur his only indication.
He didnt need to say anything to Hania to thank him of his alertion. While Nahele should have picked up on her footsteps, he hadnt and the margay had. From his perch atop Nahele's head and neck, the animals own golden eyes glinted in the moonlight as Nahele alerted his path. Quick footsteps were silent and deadly, although the first part of his plan was mostly innocent. Blonde curls appeared to part just slightly as a came up behind her, the gust of wind from his swift arrival perhaps parting her hair for just a moment. "You are called Foxglove?" He breathed before backing off- she was sure to whirl around at the intrusion of her privacy and the black cloaked male moved back, an innocent if not a little predatory look on his face.
His orders were clear, the actions very simple. The meeting had dispersed and the suspected outcome had occured- most of the original AniWayans refused to take part in the fun, while a few were obedient enough to do as they were told. There was no doubt in Nahele's mind what he would be doing the next day, although now his orders had changed his evening had taken a turn for the more interesting. Find the pale female Maska had called Foxglove, that was the primary objective first. Dull gold eyes glimmered with an internal light as he broke away from those moving away from Maska, tawny ears open for those who wished to curse their Councilman, sharp growls enough to tell those of AniWaya that Nahele would not tolerate their blasphemas comments. Most of them moved away and back to their houses, but the Guardian chose to stay on the dusty road that lay through most of AniWaya. He was hunting and he kept his footsteps deliberately silent. The gripping of his head by Hania made Nahele turn, a glimmer of pale fur his only indication.
He didnt need to say anything to Hania to thank him of his alertion. While Nahele should have picked up on her footsteps, he hadnt and the margay had. From his perch atop Nahele's head and neck, the animals own golden eyes glinted in the moonlight as Nahele alerted his path. Quick footsteps were silent and deadly, although the first part of his plan was mostly innocent. Blonde curls appeared to part just slightly as a came up behind her, the gust of wind from his swift arrival perhaps parting her hair for just a moment. "You are called Foxglove?" He breathed before backing off- she was sure to whirl around at the intrusion of her privacy and the black cloaked male moved back, an innocent if not a little predatory look on his face.