Aithne
Something happened for the first time
Okay, so perhaps Aithne is a little too enthusiastic, but it’s been a lovely time for her lately and some grumpy Ancient lady isn’t going to ruin it for her, thankyouverymuch.
Briefly, she thinks about lifting her nose into the air and trotting past the molten tiger (which is, by the way, an incredibly cool shift), just to show how little she minds the woman’s moodiness, but that seems like a poor choice when she has no idea where the ROUS are. Trotting off in a random direction and hoping for the best will not convince her new friend (ish?) that she knows how to hunt.
So the first thing she does is cast her senses outward. She sniffs for anything that smells different and rodent-y, filtering out the smells of the other Ancient and the people further towards the cave’s entrance. She looks for signs of a ROUS, searching for prints or fur or anything else in the scant light cast from the lava flowing from the tiger’s body. And she listens for scrabbling or snuffling, anything to indicate a direction.
When she chooses to move, it’s after a brief pause, and it’s with the intent of a hunter. She prowls quietly, walking as softly as she’s able, following a trail that seems to indicate activity.
Briefly, she thinks about lifting her nose into the air and trotting past the molten tiger (which is, by the way, an incredibly cool shift), just to show how little she minds the woman’s moodiness, but that seems like a poor choice when she has no idea where the ROUS are. Trotting off in a random direction and hoping for the best will not convince her new friend (ish?) that she knows how to hunt.
So the first thing she does is cast her senses outward. She sniffs for anything that smells different and rodent-y, filtering out the smells of the other Ancient and the people further towards the cave’s entrance. She looks for signs of a ROUS, searching for prints or fur or anything else in the scant light cast from the lava flowing from the tiger’s body. And she listens for scrabbling or snuffling, anything to indicate a direction.
When she chooses to move, it’s after a brief pause, and it’s with the intent of a hunter. She prowls quietly, walking as softly as she’s able, following a trail that seems to indicate activity.
In the darkest little paradise
Minor powerplay allowed without permission.
Feel free to use force/magic on Aithne.
Feel free to use force/magic on Aithne.
