A meeting between felines (Falene)

[Chase Rovac Draven]

( I D O I T E V E R Y T I M E Y O U R E K I L L I N G M E N O W )


&& i won't be D E N I E D by you
/ / the A N I M A L inside of you / / - - - - - - -

Chase, or Hunter as he likes to be called in his Werecat form, walked along Lake Ardwen. On one side of his cat body lay the lake and on the other side lay Silthrim. He looked between both areas as he walked. His eyes and ears flicking in the direction he looked. Every time he flicked his ears he would feel the earrings that were in them brush against his fur. The cold summer winds kept his fur puffed up around him making him feel insulated under the thin coat.

As he walked he heard his stomach start to growl. He hadn't eaten since last night and it was already well into the day. As his eyes flicked back to the lake, he spotted a light brown body drinking out of the water. The wind carried the scent of the animal down towards him and he was able to tell it was a rabbit. Immediately he crouched low to the ground as he continued walking forwards. When he got within a few feet he waited. The rabbit had stopped drinking, but since Hunter had stayed with the wind still blowing the scent towards him, the rabbit went back to drinking suspecting nothing. He smiled to himself, his white teeth flashing in the sun as he pounced. The little rabbit stood no chance under Hunter's muscles.

A couple minutes later, he sat engorged licking his paws. His ears flicked around once more and hearing nothing around him, he walked over to the lake and lapped up some water. Sated, both in hunger and thirst, he started walking back up to where he had hidden his clothes. He walked into the bushes and morphed back into his human form. Pulling on his pants, shoes, and shirt, he looked around cautious of the area around him. As he walked out of the bushes, he pulled his necklace over his head. His hands stuffed in his pockets he walked along the edge of the forest.

Chase had been walking for a couple minutes when he saw a girl up ahead. Curiosity getting the best of him he walked closer for a better look. Noticing the height and body frame, he smiled. another Werecat for him to converse with. When he was closer he nodded to her and stopped walking. He held out his hand for her to shake as he spoke. "Hello there. My names Chase Draven. Chase or Hunter is fine. What about you?" He withdrew his hand as he waited for her reply.

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-- tagged:[/b][/i] Falene
-- outfit:[/b][/i] Here
-- notes:[/b][/i] Close to what I had last time XD
-- lyrics:[/b][/i] Animal - Neon Trees
-- credits:[/b][/i] LikeAStariNight @ Caution 2.0[/size]

[Falene Sigrid Rúne]

TELL ME THAT YOU'VE GOT EVERYTHING YOU WANT
&& Y O U R B I R D C A N S I N G
BUT YOU DON'T GET ME, YOU DON'T GET ME

It wasn’t something she did often. Travel in her human form, that is. Falene found much more comfort roaming in her pelt. Though her ears and sheer size were much different than a classic stray cat, wandering, feral animals were easily overlooked. Falene preferred to remain anonymous. You know, be someone that blended in with the crowd and didn’t draw too much attention. But the day had posed to her a problem. It had been quite some time since Falene had last been in her human form and, as it is difficult to carry things as a cat, she was in desperate need of a new set of decent clothes. From all of her nomadic travels, Falene still had yet to explore Silthrim and deem it a safe city. Although she had been deceived many times before by others, it seemed safe enough from the outside and she decided to trust her gut.

Despite her adoration for the coverage the forest provided, Falene struggled with the humidity amongst the dense trees. She yearend greatly to be wandering the desert in the dry heat. However, Falene knew the dangers of crossing the desert in the middle of the heated months. As a matter of fact, the lack of water almost ended her the summer previous during her rash excursion through the unforgiving, cracked land.

The morning had provided enough fog to cover her filching of clothing of a particularly outlandish shop. The items she managed to collect adorned her as she walked from the city towards Lake Ardwen. Falene’s knee-high, leather boots plodded along silently atop the decaying carpet of decomposing leaves, plush mosses and occasional fallen limbs. With a scoff of slight disgust, she frowned at the discord between chestnut shade of her footwear and the slate-black of the tailored jacket that rested atop her shoulders and partially covered up the disgustingly frilly and lacy cream top that hung loosely on her still slight frame. The late winter had proven just as difficult, if not more so, than the middle of the last summer. With not many resources to be found, Falene had lost quite a decent amount of her weight. The flouncy, emerald skirt blended in nicely with surrounding foliage but annoyingly danced around her ankles with every silent-step she made. The only saving grace of the jade monstrosity was that it covered up her lanky and scrawny chicken legs. Still, despite her general dislike of the things she managed to glean from the eccentric selection, Falene couldn’t help but admire the necklace that she picked up. Originally she had her eyes set on a long and graceful set of delicate, tarnished chains. Then as she began to think about it, Falene realized that they would make far too much noise and undeniably draw unwanted stares in her direction. As a deep mossy, almost black, color, the countless feathers that hung on the chain around her neck somehow managed to draw attention from the frills and flouncy nature of her attire and take the eye instead to the pale, sage flecks in her sapphire eyes.

Feeling quite accomplished, Falene thought it best to take her luck someplace else. Best not to stay in one spot for too long. Carefully choosing her route, she picked her way from town and towards the lake. Golden hair braided and out of her face, ignoring the wispys that were too short to be pulled back, she kept her vision locked on the path ahead, sure to listen for any possible dangers or reasons for sudden hiding. Though she wasn’t far from the city’s limits activity died down greatly. The day was coming to a close and, as guessed, most everyone was finding a place to stay for the evening. For quite a few minutes now Falene hadn’t encountered anyone and her anxieties of being confronted lessened with every passing moment. Just as soon as she had guessed that she wouldn’t see anyone until the sun rose in the morning, a silhouette of a shorter man came into her vision. It was a mere instant before her mind registered. All too obviously, even before his facial features became clear, Falene knew he was a werecat, like herself. Dread and horror fell like a sheet of ice water from the crown of her head all the way to her leather-clad toes. Falene hoped with every fiber of her being that he wouldn’t stop; that they would be like crossing ships in the night, pretend the other did not exist. Silent. Ignoring.

This would be the first time in what seem like ages that Falene would encounter her own kind. And there was no going around the fact that she was downright terrified. Falene held on to her last thread of hope up until the point where his facial features came into focus. Icy, cerulean eyes locked on his warm chocolate ones. She could feel her heart pounding in her ears. There was no going back. That was it. Falene was just going to have to deal with it.

Once within earshot he introduced himself. Chase. Chase Draven. But also goes by Hunter. Falene’s memory locked like a steel animal-trap on his words. Names were always something she tried her hardest to remember; you never knew when they would come in handy. Chase stuck out his hand in what was surely meant as a friendly greeting. Momentarily, Falene simply stared at his outstretched hand before grasping it in her own and giving it a single shake. Keeping her face quite impassive, she pulled her jacket closer around her. “Hello, Chase,” she replied carefully, “I’m Falene.” Short and simple. Falene left it at that. No need for him to know her last name.

He seemed sincere enough; still Falene knew she couldn’t be too careful. The odd friendly openness of his aura frightened her. She had come across one too many ‘friendly’ people and learned her lesson young. Despite her anxiety, Falene had dealt with such situations before. Shockingly, she was a master of keeping a straight face. You had to be nearly a mind reader to know her true emotions. Still, the posture in which she up took led one to believe she was merely pretentious, stand-offish, and maybe just a bit too full of herself. Falene much preferred appearing as a frosty person in comparison to the paranoid coward she truly was.

tagging chase
outfit hurr
words 1,067
lyrics your bird can sing by the beatles
notes uh... hai this is crap... sorrys (and much longer than i expected it to be O.o)
credits this was made by brooke !

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[Chase Rovac Draven]

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TELL ME, DID THE WIND SWEEP YOU OFF YOUR FEET
did you finally get the chance to dance along the light of day

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Once hands were shaken and names introduced, Chase made a mental note to remember that her name was Falene. Without trying to seem like a jerk or rude one glance and he was able to take in her appearance. The clothes she adorned looked slightly new but what really kept his eyes were the feathers that hung around her neck from her necklace. He smiled slightly. The feathers reminded him of the bird he managed to catch a couple days ago. It had been a satisfying meal for someone that wasn’t that hungry. Of course the feathers had caught his eye and before long it had been laying in front of him. Dead. Not wanting to leave the perfectly fine catch, even though he hadn’t been hungry in the first place, he had taken the bird as a meal. It had sated his hunger until today from the rabbit.

Her hair had been braided which many of his family members would do to their daughters when it was called for and in the heat he assumed that it was called for. Luckily the shirt that he wore was quite light and the sun didn’t make him hot earlier today. But since it was getting slightly colder, the thinness of the shirt plus the added layer of the plaid on top was perfect for it. Not too hot and not cold at all. He cleared his throat once since it seemed that she was not the talkative type. He found it quite odd since most werecats he had met over his travels were quite indeed the talkers he was. Most giving words of wisdom which he kept lodged in his brain for the perfect time, while other just talked to keep company with someone in which they hadn’t for awhile.

Chase once again looked at her and saw that she seemed to be a little full of herself. She stood it seemed almost glaring at him, although this was just what he saw in his mind. He was always open to people and dragons, but she seemed to keep herself closed up. He looked to her eyes and although she held a perfectly straight face her eyes threw it off a bit. No matter how good you were at the straight face, if someone knew exactly where to look they could see it in the eyes. Chase, was like this, he knew how to read people’s eyes, and when he read hers it seemed to him that she was afraid. Afraid of what, he didn’t know. He spoke breaking the silence. ”So, what are you doing out here?” A simple question that didn’t need much of an answer. But it could be taken in many different ways. His way though was purely inquisitive.

His ears snapped at the sound of a branch snapping in front of him, the sudden movement had caused the earrings to make a small sound when he moved his ears. His eyes trained behind her as he searched the branches and soon found the cause of the sound. A squirrel had jumped out of a nearby tree and was sitting on a small pile of branches eating a nut. He smiled, part of his grin coming up to expose his teeth on the right side. With the noise figured out, his eyes trained back to Falene.

TAGGED: Falene
OUTFIT: Already done
WORDS: 559
NOTES: Sorry for lateness! And it's perfect, really long, which I love but won't get near D:.
LYRICS: drops of jupiter by train.
CREDIT: mrs. robert downey jr of cv2 ,abbi, or mrs.sherlock holmes @ atf!

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[Falene Sigrid Rúne]

TELL ME THAT YOU'VE GOT EVERYTHING YOU WANT
&& Y O U R B I R D C A N S I N G
BUT YOU DON'T GET ME, YOU DON'T GET ME

After introductions she stood there, stock still, watching this boy watch her. The undeniable nakedness she felt was nearly overwhelming. Falene didn’t know what to do. She hated social situations almost as much as the vulnerability she felt when in her weak, human frame. Mind whirring with so many different anxieties, Falene could hardly think straight. She was aching to get back into her honey-colored pelt. Without a thick layer of hair on her skin, she was oddly bare and everything had an unusual texture in comparison to when she had fur. Not only was there that but, as a human, her eyesight was poor – at best – and she couldn’t hear half of the things she was accustomed to hearing with sensitive, feline ears. And the smell. Don’t even get her started on the smell. Falene felt as if her nose wasn't working; she was able to pick up next to nothing. Though, when a gale kicked up, tossing a breeze into her face along came with it the scent of Chase, something not too unpleasant, she had to admit. Something much nicer than just air. In cat form – the beat of a hummingbird’s wings, the color of the violets, the sour flavor of a snake – everything had its distinct odor. Everything. Anything. Falene was poisoned, almost suffocating as the paranoia began to drown her. That was it. She was ill. So anxiety-stricken that she had made herself physically ill. She was trapped in this form and trapped in this social situation. She was a fish in a barrel. The canary in the cage. In a group of people, Falene could have blended in. But here? Now? It was a one-on-one encounter and, unless she was willing to leave her pride behind (unlikely) and run, she would just have to manage it. Somehow.

He was still looking at her. Falene fidgeted self-consciously. His eyes wandered down to her chest. Confused, her eyes followed his. The necklace of feathers that adorned her neck was the object of interest and suddenly they were overpowering her. She had forgotten what it felt like. Being hunted. The feathers reminded her. She was a bird. She was prey.

She broke.

A string somewhere inside of Falene had been cut. The mounting paranoia found her breaking point. The façade fell from her face. As she inhaled sharply, she took a shuddering step backwards, her hands grasping her head as if out of the blue a migraine had taken a hold. An empty, hallow, non-humorous laugh escaped Falene’s throat as she allowed her hands to drop. Face the color of freshly-fallen snow, she shook her head, “I’m sorry,” she murmured the apology quietly, not daring to look at Chase, “I don’t know what came over me.”

In all truth, she didn’t. But the more she thought about it the more she realized; she was being ridiculous. This was another werecat. Not some rogue dragon rider, or even an evil shade. Chase was someone just like her. Nothing to be afraid of. But, still, the glimmer of reluctance was evident as Falene tried desperately to piece together her shattered nerves. That was when he inquire what she might be doing ‘out here.’ Good. Something to talk about. Don’t leave the dark corners of Falene’s mind take the remainder of it over when at idle. Letting out a noisy breath, her brow furrowed slightly, wondering how to properly answer the open-ended question by giving him a decent answer all the while not giving too much information away. “Nothing special,” she began, “I travel around and happened to be in the area. I was on my way out of town just now, actually. And what of you? What brings you here?” Falene answered promptly and followed quickly with a return of the question. She didn’t want to talk about her for any longer than necessary.

The sound of a branch snapping came from the underbrush behind her. Startled, Falene swiveled around on the balls of her feet to face the noise, her heart rebounding inside the cage of her ribs. Imagination whirring at what could have possibly made the sound, her steely, sapphire eyes searched for the perpetrator of setting her into another panic. Falene let out a tight, nervous laugh when she found that it was only a small woodland creature that created the sound. Certain Chase could hear the hammering of her jumpy heart; she crossed her arms across her chest. Not only did it feel like it prevented the rhythmic sound from escaping, but it was a comforting way to stand, with one more barrier between her and the outside world, as she – for the first time in quite awhile – dared to meet his eyes.

tagging chase
outfit hurr
words 761
lyrics your bird can sing by the beatles
notes Thank you ^^ And no worries about taking a bit… I really don’t mind! I know I’m really slow to reply XD And your post was wonderful! It didn’t need to be long (though, long posts are always nice :) )
credits this was made by brooke !

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[Chase Rovac Draven]

Chase's eyes grew with worry as he watched her. At the beginning she had seemed calmed. Almost fine, but now. Not she was freaking out and if he was in the spotted hide of the ocelot cat he knew he would've smelt fear coming from the small girl. But it seemed that when his eyes had zeroed in on the feather's she broke. It wasn’t his fault. The wind had made the feathers stir. Like a cat drawn to a wild bird, Chase's eyes had strayed with the movement. But it was too much for the girl and he watched her take a step back and grab onto her head.

His face crossed with worry, for the girl he hardly knew. Of course they were the same wise and intelligent species, but that didn't matter. They could've grown up in completely different Werecat communities. The laugh she made was by no means funny and it only made Chase's usually happy face drop into a sad smile. This wasn't good. This girl was stressing out. And stressing out majorly too. Her face had paled to a bad white color, which almost took on the appearance of snow.

His eyes couldn't catch hers, but he heard the muttered apology. "Do you need to sit down? Catch you breath?" His worry had seeped into his voice as he looked at her. Her eyes still didn't meet his but he was okay with this. He didn't want her to do something that made her uncomfortable and although they had never met, he didn't want her scared of him. Least they ever cross paths again. Who knew? Maybe a friendship could one day appear. She answered his question quickly and his frown started to curve into a slight smile. They were almost doing the same thing.

"Pretty much the same thing as you. Though, I just arrived here so I will probably being staying for a few days." He had smiled and at that moment was when the squirrel had decided to make a hasty entrance and snap a branch as it dropped out of a tree. When she had turned back to him, her arms were crossed over her chest and her sapphire eyes met Chase's brown ones for the first time.

He raised an eyebrow at her stance now as she seemed to be trying to keep something in her, shrugging it off he started talking at where he left off. "Is it worth staying in there? Were there dragons?" He had always been interested in the giant beasts and had spoken to a few of them in his travels, but he wanted to meet one that had an Elf bonded rider. All the ones he met were human bonded. Plus, he wasn't sure why, but he felt like he had a little piece of information to send to one.

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tagged: Falene
words: 477
notes: Wow this is late and very short again Dx :/ But at least it's finally here ^.^
lyrics: we are one from the lion king II
credit: LAVIEBOHEME @ caution 2.o