Timestamp: Mia, 81382 Who: Gyethym Wearing: Nothing Gyethym moved through the forest, enjoying the feel of the fresh snow beneath his claws. <span style='color:gray'>Concentrate, Gyethym. You have a job to do</span>, He reminded himself, lifting his head. The 'dragon he was stalking was beginning to stumble, the effects of the poison. <span style='color:gray'>Excellent. This hunt has paid off</span>, he thought, pleased. He moved toward his prey in his quad form. Just as he got there, he heard the crunch of feet on snow and froze, his golden eyes boring into the trees a few feet away.
who: Jaina wlofhawk Wearing: medical apron She was amazed at two things: one was the person who just fell to the snow, the other was the beauty of the male before her. She couldn't help trying to stroke his coat, it was just something she always did when she saw something magnificent.
Gyethym raised an eyebrow at the thill as she ran her paw down his back, stroking his silky coat. "<span style='color:gray'>Can I help you with something?</span>" He asked mildly, kicking snow over his prey as he shifted into his bipedal form.
Even the dead man in the snow couldn't prevent her from marveling at him, he was just so... amazing. Then she noticed the poor man in the snow again. "Oh god! we've got to help!" him she cried.
Gyethym looked down, frowning. "<span style='color:gray'>I can't let you do that.</span>" He said quietly, a deadly tone in his voice. He looked back to the thill, golden eyes narrowed.
Jaina scowled at him "Oh, I get it. You're one of those shamenistic nuts that always says that the spirit is the best medicine," she looked down and felt the pulse on the corpse, she sighed " It's to late anyway, he's gone."
Gyethym rolled his eyes. "<span style='color:gray'>Yeah, sure. Whatever.</span>" He reached down, grabbing the 'dragon's body and throwing it over his shoulder carelessly. "<span style='color:gray'>I'll see you around.</span>" He turned to walk away, switching to his quad form again.
She glaced around, no spirit totems in sight. This arden wasn't a religious nut, he was an assasin. "You!" she yelled. "I have a good idea about who you are, and I'm willing to just let you get out of these woods without any trouble at all on one condition: don't hurt any other animals anywhere in the forest, or I will know and you won't like it."
Gyethym turned around, golden eyes boring into her blue ones. "<span style='color:gray'>I don't kill animals. Besides, I've been hunting this bastard for weeks. He just happened to die in this forest.</span>" He stood up, towering over the thill. "<span style='color:gray'>You wouldn't give a damn whether he was dead or not if you knew what he did.</span>"
Jaina kept that stare eye for eye, then whistled into the forest. Immidiatly an entire flight of birds were swirling around them. She glanced at him with a steel she figured he hadn't caught before. "Please try to keep a civil tounge near the birds, they hate swearing." With that she stepped out of the whirlwind of feathers, both she and her flying friends had left the clearing without a trace.
Gyethym didn't pay her any mind as he turned, shifting into his quad form one last time and bound through the snowl, disappearing under the banks of winter.
Jaina tried, she really did, but she just couldn't help herself when she started to follow the arden through the forest, being careful to not step on exposed ground again she ran along the interwoven bridges she had coaxed out of the braches ahead of her. He was almost out of the woods when shhe saw something with her vantege point that he could't possibly, a full ambush. "Watch out!" she cried.
Gyethym heard the thill's shout. A moment later he skidded to a halt, spraying his attackers with snow. "<span style='color:red'>You murderer! How dare you?</span>" A 'dragon yelled. Gyethym stood, the body sliding off his back as he towered over the tallest arden among them. <span style='color:gray'>Good. I don't have to hunt the rest of them down</span>, he thought, a malicious grin spreading across his muzzle. "<span style='color:gray'>I dare a great deal.</span>" He crooned softly, eyes flashing. They backed away slowly, fear slowly creeping into their eyes.
Jaina did a graceful leap and landed in the circle of attackers. She whistled back into the forest nd then another flurry of birds came out, along with a plethora of other intimadating beasts of considerable size. The leader of the ardens screamed and turned tail, shortly followed by the rest of his cronies. The lumbering creatures wandered back to their hovels and the birds all landed near the arden, very pleased to meet the male that their friend was so interested in.
Gyethym looked at the thill, shocked. "<span style='color:gray'>What did you do that for? Now I have to go hunt them down too!</span>" He snarled. His golden eyes flashed angrily before he looked up at the sky. Finally, he sighed, flopping down in the snow. It puffed up around him, settling over his body and hiding him. He closed his eyes, enjoying the feel of fresh snow as he struggled to control his temper.
"don't worry, we'll help!" Jaina said brightly, just as he was about to ask something the birds flew off and begain to circle various places wth no discernaable pattern. "Just follow them, and you'll have your safety," with that she walked back into the woods with a smirk on her face.
Gyethym opened one eye lazily to see her walking away. "<span style='color:gray'>Hey! Mind keeping it down? I'm trying to rest.</span>" He growled, burried under the snow so no one could see him in a helpless state. <span style='color:gray'>Man, I hate it when I'm exhausted.</span>
Jaina looked at him like he was a small child, adoring if amused, and sent a flock of birds out into the wilderness, all circling targets. "Now all you have to do is follow the birds, and you'll have all the time you need" She sighed and walked back into the forest with mock disapointment.
Gyethym rolled his eyes. "<span style='color:gray'>I hate it when people don't pay attention.</span>" He muttered, closing his eyes. He listened to her sigh and couldn't help feeling childish. He sat up, deadly silent, and gathered a huge pile of snow. He packed it before throwing one at her retreating back.
She felt the wet ball hit her square in the back and rolled, turned, and sent up a wall of snow into his face. "Gotcha!" she growled playfuly, tossing a snowball at him while dodging another thrown one.
