She's up all night for good fun
The heat was unbearable. It pushed her farther north towards the cooler temperature. But it was only a mild relief. She had laid low all through the day, clinging to the shadows within the pass. As night fell, she rose from her hiding spot, power limbs propelling her towards the entrance of the pass. It was an eerie place, the mountain constantly groaning under its own weight. But the cool air that swept threw it was amazing. The silver woman was by no means stupid enough to linger within the pass. Making her exit, she lingered just at the entrance, getting a clue as to where she was exactly.
Coral pools swept the landscape, the moonlight illuminating everything. Very little surrounded the pass, which was fine with her, it meant she got to be alone for bit, enjoy some true peace and quiet. A yawn parted inky lips, a stretch ripping through her powerful frame, sleepy muscles coming to life. A brief shake of her pelt and she was ready for whatever decided to cross her path. Hopefully something exciting. There had been little excitement in her life since her little fight with the boy on the island. Mischief danced in her eyes as the memories flashed before her.
But now was not the time to focus on things of the path. She had spent enough time lingering about. Something needed to happen, there needed to be a change. Her brother was now a obedient little pup, leaving her on her own. In her moment of solitude, a thoughtful look slide over her features, coiled limps carrying her back and forth past the entrance to the pass. What could she do? Tortuga had fallen once again, but it was quickly reclaimed, or so she had heard. She longed for power. She had been so bored lately. It was driving her wild.
A musky scent swept across her nose, teasing her senses. Someone had interrupted her solitude. For a brief moment, gems narrowed, until she noted that the scent was male. Pausing in her pacing, crown lifted, seeking out the stranger. A slow curl of her lips brought a smile to her face. Just what she needed. Wanted. A new play toy. Haunches slide the ground as she waited for this unknown man to show himself, to grace her with his presence.
Out of nowhere a small feline appeared beside her. She hadn't the cat in a few days now, it hadn't concerned her, the feline did fine on her own. The pair cast a quick glance at eachother, neither saying a word. There was no need to, on some unknown level they shared a connection. How or where is came from was unknown, but the pair suited each other, simply enjoying the others company. From the corner of her eye, she saw Cena lift her head, tasting the air before allow a scoff to slide from between her tiny jaws. "I'll leave you alone then." A smirk tugged at the wolfs mouth, massive paws reaching out to affectionately swat the feline, earning her a half hearted hiss.
Neither would admit it, but their were good friends and cared for each other, brought a small amount of happiness to each other. They would catch up soon, but first, Cataleya had a brute to deal with. Two toned plume thumped the ground idly, no real emotion behind it. Except maybe boredom. She didn't like waiting, especially when she knew what her reward was. And right now she desperately wanted her reward. Pushing herself up once more, she resumed her pacing, Cena disappearing from her view, slinking off into the shadows. Paws kissed the earth with practiced silence, muscles rolling with quiet grace beneath her thick pelt. Waiting, waiting, waiting. Always waiting.
"Cat Talk" "Cena Talk"