Wondering (open)

[~*~Midnightsheart~*~]

High up in a tree a cat girl stocks a bird. Her yes watch the fat robin pick at the ground. Here tail twitches as she prepares her self to leap onto it. She wasn’t the only one to have the same idea. If she would have leaped out at that moment she could have claimed the bird. But she waited, for no reason really. Because she waited her victim became pray to another stocker. The small cat girl sits up pouting she leans up ageist the trunk of the tree. She rolls her silver violet eyes before resting her head on her knee. Her arms wrap around her legs as she sits. Sitting she couldn’t help feeling depressed, hunting was only to get her mind off of her sister. She missed her dearly and wishes it never happened. She lets out a sad meow before dropping from the tree. Landing flawless like every time; unlike ever other time this was no victory to her. Rolling her eyes again she runs her long pointed nail across the trunk of the tree. Her eyes catch the sky before she starts to walk. Lost in thought staring at the cloudless sky she could only see glimpses of between the thick branches above.

[WolfEnchantress]

Saira felt the wind against ger hair as her Ice Dragon, Sarora, flew just above the tops of the trees.
*Saira, there is somone below us,* Said her dragon Sarora into her mind. Saira opened her eyes.
"In MY forest? Why on earth would somonne be here? Let us go and meet them, so we can kill them," She replied.
*We will meet whoever it is, but do no killing, It is not my fault you are not good with people.*
And Sarora was right. Saira had been into a civilized town only once to get her dagger fixed. Sarora flew in a small circle and blasted away the trees wih a breath of ice, then dropped to the ground with a resounding crash. Saira leapt off, her blue silken cloak fluttering aout her ankles.
"Who are you?" She asked in her thick accent. "And why are you here?" Sarora stood behind her, staring at the strange person, who seemed to be part cat.

[thedookienut]

Samuel glanced up. The warm sun beat down against his pale skin, illuminating his bright blue eyes. Giving in to the heat, he slowly removed his jacket, revealing the end of a long scar that ran over his right eye and round his neck, finishing on his left collar bone.

He sat up, startled. He hadn't been expecting sudden noise. He darted quickly behind the tree, peering slowly around it. He crept towards the noise, which had soon desolved into speech. Glancing around, he quickly scrambled up a nearby tree, perching himself on its lower branches. He peecked around the truck, watching a women and a dragon. He couldn't quite see whoever they were speaking to.

[Wander Night]

A tall shape flitted between the trees of the forest, darting between the broad trunks of oaks, stick-like beeches and dark ashes. Whatever it was, it kept itself well hidden in the shadows. Webbed feet, still wet from a recent dip in a forest pool from a glade not far back, slapped against the hard ground like fish against rocks. Vrael looked up to his left, eagle sharp eyes spying a dragon and rider coming into land. The rider was almost indefinately human, and a sudden primeval urge inspired him to approach, or at least come closer. Wraith like, the phooka almost floated along to a couple of metres from thepair, then realised he wasnt alone as an observer. Another was to his left, up a tree. Vrael grinned, he liked trees. Their natural feel, and the coolness of the bark touch beneath his finger tips.

Vrael turned to a tree on his right, keeping out of the bright sunlight that filtered through patches in the trees. The ash tree's smooth bark posed no problem for his elongated fingers to grip. In mere seconds, the phooka was perched in the middle branches of the tree, long fingers tracing the withered lines of the bark. A deep purring emacated from him, but it wasnt loud enough to attract any attention. Vrael's eyes narrowed and focused on the scene in front, elf-like ears trained on any conversation.