★ Lizard Hunting [Hunting event]

Faelene's tail twisted, the elongated appendage having a mind of its own as it twined through the air. Every muscle, every nerve, every fiber of her being was tightened and poised to strike like a coiled viper. Her silver eyes never strayed from the errant creature even as the brute returned her command with a snap of his own. Faelene's lips threatened to twitch up into the smallest of smiles but she repressed it. The boy had spunk. That was more than she could say for most. "So instead you harbor the weakness of hesitation and unease. Excuses turn circles, boldness lights the world on fire." Her thick Romanian accent cracked through the air almost instantly. Faelene was not a dull creature by any means and while her brazen outlook on the world around her was something either revered or hated, she refused to be meek or mild.

She lowered her bodice, bending her limbs, extending her tail and lowering her skull to be level with her spine. [b]"I am from Romania copil (child)... we have many oddities, but our lizards remain the right and proper size. Still, it is just that, a lizard and since you seem paralyzed by terror, it appears I am forced to be the one to go and poke it." The thick accent rumbled up from her chest and without any further hesitation, Faelene lunged forward. She moved like an agility dog, weaving in an unpredictable pattern and at the last second she bounded to the left of the beast and lunged towards his right side. Her teeth snapped quick and harsh, a bite meant to injure but not to maim as she released him just as quickly and bounded out of range as the lizard twisted to strike out at her. It was fast... this would prove a greater challenge than she thought. A smile did spread across her face. The hunt was on!