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Bloodsnap used Prowl! Its not very effective...

Date & Time: October 8th
Location: All around moonbase
Characters: Bloodsnap and YOU
Summary: Sure, there were a ton of werewolves flipping their collective shit...but there's at least one who has a lid on it. Almost. Maybe not.
Warnings: will update, currently none
NOTES: Bloodsnap will not attack anyone who approaches her in a nonthreatening manner.

A
The worst. This situation had turned out to be quite possibly the literal worst for one terrified woman cornered in a compound based on the Earth's moon. Of course, Kaelyn is hardly a woman now but instead a rather large bipedal wolf with coarse auburn fur and wide green eyes filled with terror. Aside from the emotion in her eyes and the elegant leather robes she wears, she is much more beast than man unlike some of the other lycans in the compound though she is much more interested in trying to hide herself in the darkest corners of the base.

Its not very easy to hide when you're nearly eight feet tall. Bloodsnap is very clearly in her own little world when people walk passed, mumbling something intangible and not meeting anyone's eyes. Her ears are pinned backward against a mane of blood red and braided hair. Maybe you should try and talk to her.

B
You might have been innocently walking through the hallway, or maybe you rounded a corner into one of the VR rooms. Either way, there is a distinct and large feline shape (much larger than a house cat, but not quite as large as a full grown lion) slinking across the way that almost seems to blend with its surroundings, no matter how one looked at it. Its hard to pick out details beyond its vauge panther shape and large mane. Its also moving, and doesn't seem to be aware of its surroundings...do you approach?

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A tail it is. Its actually a very nice tail, unfortunately attached to a distinctly brown body which Syl will notice if she stares long enough at the moving figure. The translucent appearance to her body begins to fade and the creature's ears perk upward once she realizes she's been noticed.

She completely stops moving, not even turning to see if someone was still there. Bloodsnap would wait a minute or so for the sound of footsteps before making her decision.

And stare she does, curious up until she realizes what she sees is one very big cat. She tenses, putting a hand over her mouth in anticipation of a scream that thankfully doesn't come.

Syllona's first thought is to run, but that...just isn't the thing to do around animals with lots of teeth. Slowly, as quietly as she can manage, she takes a single step back, cringing when a small tap still reaches her ears.

Sure enough, the cat comes into full view. Its expression nearly mirror's Syllona's in fear, almost too much so to be considered a normal feline. There were plenty of other clues, of course. The purple rune around its neck, the ocassional scar along its otherwise sleek pelt, and the start of what appears to be a brand beneath her mane. Though it very clearly has the body of a feline, its face looks almost...wolfish, as do its teeth.

Bloodsnap pants a bit and starts to sidestep away from her, claws out in warning. Her tail snaps back and forth, but no sound comes out of her.

The differences hit her fast, the cat's fear, her adornments, and especially those teeth. Canine teeth. She's aware vaguely now that this must be another transport -- that maybe, she's in less danger than she thought -- but it's all background noise to the sharp terror that comes with the familiar look and shape of it's face.

Her hands shoot up in front of her, palms flat and trembling. A brief, hitching breath, but then she speaks, high-pitched and quick, "N-no! No. Don't."

The creature lets loose a very deep growl of warning and takes a few more steps back when her hands shoot up. She crouches, as if about to pounce before she seems to notice that this person is...afraid of her. A natural reaction at home, but not one she had gotten here often. Its almost a welcome change.

Kaelyn stays crouched, but she doesn't move. Her head rests on her paws and she watches very carefully.

Syllona shields her head with both arms, fully expecting an attack. It takes several long moments of still being in one piece for her to uncurl herself, and peek another look. It makes her flinch again and hide her eyes but she at least takes a deep breath. Deep in, deep out.

"D-don't, okay?"

"Give me a reason," comes a deep, though feminine mumble. Still, she isn't getting up. The fear factor she's getting from Syllona is helping. Fear is familiar, and helps her feel in control of the situation, even if she...isn't.

That, and the distraction is doing wonders from keeping her mind off other things. Her glowing green eyes close and open slowly, but she doesn't move other than that.

There's a gasp when Kaelyn actually talks, and yet for how alien it is, it's much better than a bark, or howl. She swallows thickly, and forces herself to watch the other, encouraged now that it's apparent this creature can understand her.

"Name- Name something you want then." Syllona says, still breathy and shaken, but her tone has dulled. Bargaining. It might work, but it also gives her precious seconds to think.

"Your name," the creature rumbles. You could do a lot with names. There was less Kaelyn personally could do with names up on the moon, but if she needed payback she could get it whenever they returned somewhere with plantlife.

She shifts on her paws to make herself look a bit bigger.

Her brow creases and she blinks a few times. An odd thing to ask for, but she can't help thinking briefly of her home, where names meant so very much.

Of course, her's only meant anything there with a title attached, and she hardly thinks twice before she mumbles the full thing out, "Syllona of The Elettari."

Woodenly, almost an afterthought, she lets her arms lower, and presses her back to the wall. Its smooth to the touch -- a decent writing surface if worse came to worse.

This time, the feline stands to full height on all fours. Her paws are thick, her claws are sheathed in metal, and her muscles are lean. She is clearly made for chasing down large prey, even if her anatomy is awkwardly caught between a panther, a lion, and a coyote. Interesting when one considered she had been cowering just a moment ago.

But now that she is aware that this other woman is scared of her, she's going to use it to her advantage. Bloodsnap's tail flicks smartly and her head tilts to one side.

"You snuck up on me," she states, plainly.

The sound she makes is far from a shriek, but only thanks to no small effort to lessen the response, it's more a sob than anything else. It's ridiculous for even one second that she's wishing this woman were genuinely a panther, or a lion, or any monster in a human shape she knew were among them. Anything, anything, but something with a dog's teeth.

"Why would I s-sneak up on anything?" Syllona manages, frozen with fear for the moment.

"Well lass, I reckon that's on you, innit?"

Bloodsnap sits back on her haunches and waits, keeping a good distance between them. Surely a bizzare sight -- one woman pressed to a wall across from a strange chimera of creatures that spoke with an Old English cockney. There's a distinct knit in her furry brow, as if she were annoyed. Some part of her is a little too amused to be annoyed though.

For good measure, she slides her tongue across her lips. An idle gesture, but since this woman seems to be jumping at everything else...

Jump is exactly what she does, nearly a foot off the ground. It's all she can do to not let her knees buckle like they sorely want to. But that was just a bit too much of a reaction for Syllona to take. She can feel heat rising to her cheeks, nose crinkling with indignity despite herself. Beyond her specific fear, she has no idea what to make of the rest of Bloodsnap.

"J-Just QUIT i-it!" She snaps, or, well, makes the valiant attempt, the stammer ruins the effect and are those tears forming in her eyes? "I didn't do anything to you so back off!"

At her outburst, Bloodsnap's ears flick straight upward and then lay back in discontent. Thankfully, she had avoided jumping, but the whole display only makes her brow knit more. She lifts her body and starts to stalk closer.

"So you do have a lil' fight in you. Oughta use it more often, love," she purrs. "You can relax. Can't be too careful round here."

She's all but flattened to the wall at this point, there's nothing on her but a dagger hidden in her clothes, but gods she does not want to fight this woman.

"Don't...come any closer." She murmurs, ignoring Bloodsnap's words. Relax. Yeah, right.

"I won't," she replies, ears flicking back upward. She even takes a second to lay down on her side, rather than poised to charge. Not to say she couldn't spring up and attack if need be, but it seemed like she was in no danger here. It was welcome after what had happened down on the surface of Earth.

"I'll even let you go if you want, dear," she adds, crossing her paws.

Several long seconds tick by, where Syllona just stares down at her. The sudden shift from threatening to amiable was jarring, that was for certain, but when she does move -- just an inch to the left, just that little inch away from Bloodsnap -- her expression is very nearly stern.

"..Explain what you are, th-then." she asks.

"A transport, o'course. Just like yourself, I reckon," she relays, tail swaying. She's not about to give her name away--not like this, in any case. She still didn't quite trust everyone in this compound. "You startled me, love. I wouldn't hurt a fly unless the fly hurt me first."

Her glowing green eyes focus on the other girl's hands. She's unarmed, assuming she isn't hiding something in her robes. It keeps her at ease, at least.

"But you look like a d- a wo-" She gulps, trying very hard to force the word out, "A wolf."

Keeping her hands where they can be seen seems like the smart thing to do for now, so that's where they stay. A little more emboldened, she pulls her posture up, chest out to reclaim a few crumbs of pride. Her frown quirks with uncertainty; that last part...

"Yeah. I could say the same thing."

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Bloodsnap used Prowl! Its not very effective...

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