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Elizabeth has decided that today is a good day to go out and explore/lay around the forest. In leopard form, naturally.

She's currently up on a sturdy branch of a tree by the lake. Noticeable by sight, only by the fact that her tail is not only hanging down out of the leaves, but swaying lazily back and forth.

She wouldn't object to company, just don't expect her to say anything if you don't speak cat or wolf.

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There's a pterodactyl flying out by the lake. Its circling, mostly, though every five minutes or so it folds its wings and dives, only to slap the water with its wings and pull up again.

Maybe it just likes bubbles?

Anything flying gets the attention of a feline. It's natural instinct really.

And so, he's now got the attention of the leopard in the tree. And she may have just inched a little further on the branch to get a little closer, and a better view.

The prehistoric bird is circling again when movement from the tree catches his eye. This isn't so unusual - it's a tree, there's wind, duh - but one section seems to be a bit more shadowy than the others.

Thus, when Terrorsaur next dives down over the middle of the lake, he makes sure he looks over at the tree. Cat! He gives a startled squawk, but still slaps the water and pulls up again.

Hmm. Something to deal with, now.

There's a soft snort at the squawk that can only be counted as utterly amused.

She inches a tad closer, her green eyes and nose clearly visible from the trees. Her gaze is intense, almost a kin to hunting. But, she'd be stupid to try and pounce while the bird is over the water.

His scanners activate on a mental command as he swoops down again. This time he soars a few inches from the water and dips his beak in. Organics gotta drink, right? Only someone watching closely could tell that he doesn't actually swallow.

He leisurely wheels around, beginning to climb and flap towards the tree. He's not in pouncing range. Yet.

There's a slightly irritated flick of her tail at both the not swallowing, which she did catch, and the fact that he's coming closer.

He might her a low warning growl low in her throat as he comes closer. It clearly says stay away or you die.

Terrorsaur does. And he still comes closer. It's when he gets close enough to pounce on that he spits out a stream of water at the kittycat. He'll put on a burst of speed and try to make it out over the water once he's done.

It's a poor substitute for shooting with weapons, but you never know who might be upset by dead cats.

There's a loud but mangled growl at the water, but her human mind comes through enough to get the beast to ignore the water and crotch into a quick stance. Less than a heartbeat later, the leopard is launched towards the bird. She's aiming to land on the things back and drive it to the ground.

Especially when said cat has a human form and a Pack that will be pissed if she's dead. And, yes, Pack not Pard. Here at Milliways the Pack doesn't have to be just wolves, though it is run by a wolf who happens to be a good friend.

Terrorsaur squawks gleefully as his shot hits. He squawks even more gleefully as he wings confidently away.

Except for the part where her paw catches his tail and sends him plummeting awkwardly to the ground.

Pterodactyls are not renowned for being the prehistoric era's fastest flyers.

Elizabeth lands on her paws easily. She gives out a triumphant sound and pounces onto one of his wings to keep him from escaping.

Unfortunately, were-leopards from here world are renowned for being inhumanly fast.

And if Terrorsaur were a real bird, that would definitely work.

As it is, he gives an annoyed squawk before saying, "Slag this - Terrorsaur, Terrorize!"

The wings disappear, the head flips back, the red flesh becomes red metal as what was once a bird becomes a robot with bird-like features.

Terrorsaur just smirks. This should be enough to scare the stupid cat away.

Elizabeth gives a slightly startled sound as she jumps back when he starts to transform. And she watches, green eyes intent on the used to be bird.

Both human and beast within her are confused by this, but not scared. When you've lived in her world for so long a robot, as that's what the human part of her mind says it is, just isn't scary.

To prove that she isn't scared, she crouches down getting ready to pounce. There's also a low growl from her throat.

Huh. That's new.

The robot shrugs it off. If the cats-in-diguise he knows from the Beast Wars were pretty stupid, their organic counterparts can't be that bright.

He gives a loud, ear-hurting pterodactyl screech, leaning forward, raising his arms over his head and waving them around. Standard 'look bigger than the other predator' tactic, really. He's not even bothering with his weapons.

Her ears flatten back at the screech. The growl gets stronger, louder.

She gives a moment, sizing him up. And then there's an irritated flick of her tail before she pushes off to pounce. She should have enough force that if she hits him right, will knock the robot over.

Terrorsaur is surprised by the sudden attack and falls. He gives a low, "awwwwk!" of annoyance - but then smirks.

"Oh no, you got me," he says tonelessly.

She rests her paws on his shoulders, having more strength than a normal leopard and using it to keep him pinned. Or so she would hope.

She gives a small snarl, here eyes giving the hard 'Of course I did' look.

Terrorsaur isn't big on interpreting looks from wild animals.

"What are you going to do? Eat me?" he mocks.

He gets a clear look of disgust at that prospect, even in animal form it's clear.

Though she does extract claws on one paw to try and tap at him with them.

[ooc: excuse the lack of leopard icon, can't sign on, only through mail currently]

Terrorsaur frowns. She's messing up his paint job. He glances over at the lake. If she gets to mess up his paint job, why doesn't he get to mess up her hairdo?

"Jets on, full power," he grumbles. The jet engines on his back roar to life. Terrorsaur will try to jerk into a sitting position - which'll allow him to get air-born - but strangely enough he'll try to hug Elizabeth close to him.

He wants her to come along for the ride.

The engines make her try to jump back. And the hugging makes her start to wiggle away from him, namely out from under his arms.

It really doesn't take long for her to figure out what he's planning, human mind and all. Which makes her struggle even harder to escape.

She's probably about half way free.

This cat is strong, slaggit! Terrorsaur "Erk!"s and "Oooof!"s as struggles to keep her in his grip, servomuscles straining.

He doesn't get as far into the lake or as high up as he planned - he only gets to the shallows and only about a few feet. Then he'll drop her.

His laughter isn't quite as smug as it could have been, considering how disappointed he is.

And during the struggle there are claws and yowls from the leopard.

And, there's a strangled sound when she lands in the water. She stands still for a moment, her fur retreating into her skin. And it looks a lot cleaner than it normally would because she's in the water, however shallow.

And then there's a woman standing, glaring at him. She may be nude, she's completely comfortable with that, and her anger is sharper because she's wet.

"What. Is your problem?"

That...was unexpected.

He doesn't climb higher into the air, he doesn't respond - he just stares at Elizabeth, a twitch going underneath his left optic.

Elizabeth places her hands on her hips, showing attitude with every fiber of her being. Her cloths are just over there, but she's ignoring them currently.

"Well?"

A very offended birdbot replies, "How was I supposed to know you humans could SLAGGING TRANSFORM?" Argh! How do these pathetic little creatures steal his thing?

Terrorsaur jets high up into the air, grousing. He soars into the woods. Might be useful to know for revenge-planning. Because you can bet that Terrorsaur's planning some.

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