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Did you know it was full moon? Because this not so little leopard did.

Elizabeth didn't. Or well, more purposefully, her leopard didn't. She's not in the bar proper, though with the cold outside she'd rather be warming herself over by the fire.

But the large black paws demand dirt under them, trees moving fast past her. Still. She's waiting by the forest, black tail twitching slowly to see if maybe -

Just Maybe -

there will be a silent gleaming brother on her run tonight.

Of course, she'll take any that might want to run with her as a whole. Or any that might be confused as to why Milliways suddenly has a rather large, sleek black leopard with green eyes sitting by the forest. She won't bite, she promises.

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There is, eventually, a pale white creature exiting the bar, long and low on silent paws. He blends in nicely with what's left of the snow, that same moonlight gleam showing in his fur as in the faint sparkling of the untrodden snow.

He smells the leopard there, certainly, as he approaches the edge of the trees, and it tugs a purr from his throat.

(ooc: Mun is flu-ridden, so likely will be slow or intermittent with tags, alas!)

Elizabeth has a lot of experience differentiating that beautiful white fur from the snow, plus he moves and that causes her head to tilt as she watches him.

The scent of him brings a soft purr of her own and she stretches lazily toward him. When he's close enough, there's a gentle butt of her head against him.

(ooc: oh noes! You need soups! lots of soups!)

Yrael smiles a feline smile and bumps his head against hers, so glad to see her.

Fancy meeting you here.

(ooc: I gots soups! And teas! Just... also aches and crud to be dealt with.)

Her purr grows louder, and there's just the hint of wet as her tongue cleans one of his ears. There's no chewing playfully what so ever. She promises.

It is a funny coincidence. Care for a run?

(ooc: *sends you hugs too* I hope you feel better soon!)

None at all. He trusts her.

Always, he purrs. And we might investigate something curious that happened in the forest a week or so ago, if you would be interested.

(ooc: *hugs muchly!* thank you! I hope so too.)

Edited 2018-02-01 23:57 (UTC)

Well they are family. In a across the muiktiverse kind of way.

Her ears perk and her tail swishes curiously. What happened? I would be interested.

Turning, she takes a step toward the trees, because running can happen while they run.

(ooc: *sends all the well wishes*)

The white cat leaps lightly over her back and bumps shoulders briefly as they begin slinking towards the forest, gaining speed as they go.

A week ago, I found someone had been poaching the demon rabbits, greatly reducing their number. Dangerously reducing their number, in this winter season. It came out that many in the bar had found things missing or taken by thief or thieves unknown. And there were traps laid in the forest to prevent their recovery. A number of patrons braved the traps and sought out the thieves to recover their belongings from the thieves. There may be unsprung traps still making the forest less safe, or interesting things to be found at their camp.

Elizabeth gives a purred sound that’s almost a chuckle, enjoying being able to run with him again. All the familiar scents of this place coming back to her as she breaths it in. Feels right.

The news about poaching the demon rabbits to near extinction has her give a chuffing sound of irritation.

The rabbits have never stolen things before. So who was stealing all the things? So watch for traps and search the camp for any things of interest?
Inspiring traps, thatbwould be a danger to any of the remaining demon rabbits, and to them if they weren’t careful. But f they found any they could be sprung, making it safer for all. Her green eyes keep peeled for anything off.

Definitely go with caution. There may still be traps. We are talking snares, tripwires, bear traps, and the like, Yrael replies as their pawtreads barely disturb the forest quiet.

They are some sort of creature - small, and many in number. They smell of wet dog and of rotten swamps. You'll soon pick up the scent as we go. There hasn't been any activity in the past week, thankfully. I am hoping they have cleared out for good.

I’ll keep a better eye out than normal. And means instead of demon rabbit we may want to get some fish from lake or the bar after our run. Becauzs she wants them to be able to repopulate. And it may take keeping an eye on them to make sure the remaining are okay. She quite likes hunting them with her silent brother.

If she could wrinkle her nose, she would. Instead she gives a soft sneeze as she keeps pace with Yrael. Hopefully. They sounds horrible. She bumps his shoulder gently. The good thing about full moon, at least for them, it should be more than enough light to see the traps by if they are careful.

Mwrrrrrrr, fish sounds good. Yrael is absolutely up for that plan.

They make their way through the forest. Over and under half-fallen trees, through narrow runs between great roots, across sudden open glens where moonbeams filter down like shafts of gentle silver light.

At some point, Yrael skids to a stop, calling Pit trap! The area before them is suspiciously clear of lingering snow, but is certainly covered with a thick layer of wet, dead leaves mixed with soil.

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