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[nitro_is_ace]

A door opens into the cool Yorkshire evening.

Now, Yorkshire has seen it's share of scary lately - how many other shires have two werewolves living there full-time?

But this is something different.

This is a Cheetah who is pissed enough to not care about losing it anymore.

Just... don't run, okay? Don't run. She'll go for you if you run.

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[creator_raven]

Raven could lead her a merry chase, much in the way a laser pointer leads a kitten on a merry chase.

But today he is not the quarry.

Ace is.

If only there were words.

*!*

[nitro_is_ace]

She isn't prowling. Prowling is for people who don't know what (or who) they're hunting.

She's at almost a full-out sprint, flitting through the country side like a ghost.

Like an angry ghost.

Like an angry, vengeful ghost that's after someone's beating heart.

They're heading north at a near break-neck pace - Yorkshire, Cumbria, Northumberland... they'll be in Scotland soon.

[creator_raven]

This is obviously not working.

(And they are leaving a path of daffodil -- that will shortly stop being daffodils -- behind them.)

Which is why the heat haze and its accompanying shadow catch up to Ace and --

Vanish?

(From the inside, Raven is so very, very bright.)

*Ace?

[nitro_is_ace]

Light.

There is light.

For once, when she closes her eyes, the space behind them isn't just empty darkness.

Her feet tangle, and she goes down, sliding across the rocky ground.