((Adapted from chat logs of live play events.))

The predator stalked the streets of the marketplace, muttering to himself. Two days since he fed last, and that elf hadn't had much Shii'Koh, much Power. So now he was back in this place looking for any likely Prey. His body was already starting to feel the effects of the Hunger, and it would only be another day before withdrawl symptoms became visible. There, ahead of him he caught a scent. It was faint, but exactly what he needed. Magical beings were fine for getting by, but to really sate the Hunger, only a Shii'Koh user would do. Ahhh, the scent was coming from a male, looked human. And yes, there at his belt was a lightsaber. Force user, young by the looks of it. Still, he might be just the sort of Prey the feline needed to get him through the next week. Jumping across to the next building, damping his thoughts as much as possible, body running more on instinct than thought now. Another leap, catching a signpost with a shakti and swinging out above the young Jedi. Now a low snarl lets out as limbs spread wide, trying to catch the young man by any part of his body...

Ammy walked the street slowly. She was still a little wet from the Nexus Thermae bath house, but she felt better. She studdied the destruction the street had taken the previous day. She was headed to see the condition of the Shaved Kurrii. Walking up the porch she stared at the shattered door. She sat on the poarch swing and contemplated things. "Heh, I join the SA for a job when I get here. Now that my people are enslaved and at war, I am on the verge of fighting the SA as well." She traced a few runes in the air then a circle around it. She closed her eyes, breathed deep and glowed white. She breathed white mist out and she could feel the door fragments melting and reforming. She felt currents in the magic and a strange energy floating in. It had a feline tinge to it.

Two people in the crowd screamed out as the feline dropped from the rooftops, giving the Jedi that half-second warning to drop and roll forwards. Batosai hit the ground with a thud and snarled like a wildcat, then dropped into a spinning kick, knocking the Jedi's legs from under him before he could regain his balance. Lightsaber scattered across the cobblestones. Batosai followed through the spin of the kick, rising back up and trying a heel drop, the Jedi rolling out of the way just in time. He wasn't so lucky in evading the whip-like attack of the shakti that raked across his face, gouging deep across one eye and nearly severing his nose.

Screams caught her attention. She stopped her work. The door could wait or be replaced by Brutin. She stood and made her way to the screams. She could see a small crowd of horrified humans in the street and several people running away as well. She walked a little quicker. "What in Lupinoss is going on here." She wondered.

The Jedi staggered from the pain, then turned to try and catch his lightsaber as it flew towards his hand. Batosai took advantage of the moment's hesitation and lunged forwards, both palms spread wide. Ducking under the lightsaber as it ignited, Batosai slammed one palm into the Jedi's shoulder, another into his belly. Almost instantly his arm-spikes shot forwards one inch each, injecting the Hrrakiir venom. That complete, Batosai dodged the poorly aimed sweep of the lightsaber and rolled back to wait.

She managed to get through the crowd and saw the attack. She recognized the felinoid from the tavern. His jedi prey though, she didn't know. Though her feelings on jedi after last night left her just standing and watching. She etched a few runes and put up a barier around the hunting area to keep the spectators safe and she just watched. A part of her wanted to see a Jedi torn apart for striking Hex last night.

It only took seconds, then the Jedi started to stagger as his limbs went steadily more numb. Lightsaber falling from nerveless fingers, melting a few cobblestones before shutting off. The Jedi slumps to the ground. Smiling ferally, Batosai pads over and checks the young man's pulse. "Nothing personal, but everyone has to feed, and you smell delicious." His head snapped up as he caught the lupine's scent and her magic. "Getting involved now are we?"

She just watched and let out a flat response. "Just keeping the spectators safe. I am not interfering with your hunt."

That got a chuckle as Batosai leaned over to lift the Jedi to his shoulders, finally looking back at Ammy. "Good." With that, he crouched and leapt straight up to the nearest rooftop.

Watched him leap away then looked at the people scowling at her. She showed teeth and walked back to the Shaved Kurrii. Once she got there, she went back to piecing the streets together. She ignored the half repaired door. Something was turning inside her and she was no longer pleased to be involved with SA. She traced circles by each area devestated. And placed a soul battery in each circle. She then went back to the porch and sat on the deck. She traced a circle around her and a few command sigils. She closed her eyes and once again, gathered manna in to the paver stones of the streets. Stone melted and reformed. Each soul battery acting as an amplifier and reserve for each area.

Several leaps from roof to roof and he was a good quarter mile from the original scene, letting the Jedi drop to the brick roof. "Like I said, you smell delicious." Using a finger-claw to slice the front of the man's tunic open, his eyes wide and staring. Another snarl as Batosai stands up, placing his paw on the Jedi's chest just below his ribs, one foot-talon suddenly swung downwards, tearing into his gut and opening his belly. No scream fled the Jedi's lips, his voice stilled by the paralytic toxin. Before the man could bleed to death though, both of Batosai's shakti snapped out and dove into the wound, working their way up the chest cavity to his heart. The lamprey-like maws on the tentacles latching onto the still beating organ and drinking deeply. Batosai closed his eyes and relished in the feeling as the young man's Force-rich blood flowed up the shakti and into his own body, the strength returning to him as the drug-like high settled over his mind. Rearing back his head and arching his spine, he let out a feral, lion-like roar. The sound of a predator proclaiming his territory...

The roar reached her ears and she pushed it out of her mind. Arak would have been proud to see how well she had improved. With the street fixed she gathered up the soul batteries and walked away.

((OOC Note: Once again this post is adapted from the live chat log. Unlike before, I have been asked to leave Morriah's text intact as she typed it that night. I will color each person's line as such, green for Morriah, and red for Batosai.))

<she swoops into the glenon black feathered wings and gluides down to land among the thicket near her cave. dressed in loose leg black pants and a matching halter vest she crouches low to the ground looking about to make sure no one would threaten her. not seeing anyone she stands and walks on bare feet through the woods towards the lake. her gold-green eyes glowing in the dimn moonlight like a cat's in the dark.> <she stops to pick a wildflower on the side of the path and then seeing a whole field of them in shades of yellow, white, purple, and blue she steps off the path and sits in the middle of them picking them and braiding the stems. her brown and tan tiger tail wraps around her thigh as she gets comfortable. she plucks a purple flower and holds it up to the light to make sure the petals are perfect and then into the mixture it goes. she begins to hum a lullaby her people sang to their young on cold nights and it carries on the wind. her wings shift to fold at her back in a better possition. she plucks another bloom this one white and holds it up to the light as well. not liking the spacing of the petals, she drops it into the grassy field she is sitting in and plucks another white one. this one she likes but instead of braiding it into the other flowers she braids it into a lock of her dark auburn hair.>

The predator was stalking new prey this time. A chance encounter and he'd discovered that certain were-beasts were in fact nourishing after all, so with the Hunger nibbling at the edge of his senses again, he'd gone out to the forest where he'd encountered the last pack of werewolves. Swift, nearly silent jumps among the treetops propelled him over the forest landscape. So far he'd had no luck, so a quick wash at the lake was in order.

<she takes out the braid in her hair and brushes out the waist length wavy curls with her fingers.then once it is hanging down her back and about her shoulders she picks up the braided flower mix and starts working on them again humming that lullaby of long ago ghosts.>

A pause in one tree as the wind shifted, bringing new scents from near the lake. Inhaling deeply, and blinking in suprise. That one was familliar to him. Back in motion again, barely rustling the leaves or branches as he jumped from tree to tree, finally coming up on the field of flowers. Aha, it *was* the woman from the alleyway. His trademark fang-filled grin spreads across his muzzle as he drops down from the tree, walking casually into sight.

<she jumps at the sudden movement and looks up at him but doesn't stop her braiding. an eyebrow raises as she wonders if he will be a threat to her.> "good evening."

That grin still on his muzzle as he paused outside threat range, "So, did he live?" Canting his head to the side in curiousity.

<a hardness not like her appears in her eyes. She nods and looks back to the flowers plucking a yellow one and holding it to the light.>

The grin was still there, if anything it got slightly wider. "Ahhh, good. I'll take my payment now. You still have that necklace?" Walking a couple more paces, but still well outside arm reach.

<she reaches into a pocket and tosses the necklace at him. Then braids the flower into the mix and finishes it off by tieing it into a crown. She places the crown of yellow, white, purple and blue blossoms onto her head.>

Catching the jewelry in midair, again inspecting the gems for their value before finally nodding. "This will do. Pleasure doing business with you." Nodding again to her before relaxing and dropping down to his haunches. "Tell me, have you seen any werewolves around here by chance?"

<she then lays back on the grass careful not to crush any flowers. her wings spread out on either side but not in the way. she closes her eyes no longer caring if she is attacked from above or not. a thoughtful expression comes to her face at his question then she shakes her head without opening her eyes.> "only myself and you. I was on my way to the lake for a dip but got sidetracked."

"Damn. I had their scent around here yesterday, was hoping this was their usual territory. Ah well, I'll find something eventually." He *should* get up and be on his way, but for some reason something in the back of his mind was telling him to stay. Shaking his head and shrugging faintly, the predator follows suit, tilting back until he lands on his back, shakti splayed out to either side.

<an eye opens to see him lying as well but then closes once more. with a sigh she lifts her hand and begins tracing a pattern in the air.> "I live in a cave around here and have seen some frequently. so perhaps the are just hunting in a different spot?"

"Ahhh, now that is useful information, thank you Miss. I think a quick wash in the lake myself and I'll be on my way." With that he tensed his legs and did a kickup to get to his feet, a half-bow from the waist before setting off towards the water, padding along casually as before.

<she sits up not sure if she wants to remain alone. she tilts her head to the side and with a flap of her wings she is in the tree above. she strips of her suit and into a black two piece. then with another flap of her wings she is riding in the air towards the lake.>

Flying as she is, she'd make it to the water's edge before he would. Seeing her overhead didn't cause him to increase speed either, it wasn't a race after all.

<when she reaches the lake she soars higher into the air then as she gets to the deepest part of the water, she folds her wings and torpidos into the water with a small splash.>

A soft chuckle at the woman's antics, finally reaching the shore of the lake. Unbuckling his vest and equipment belt, then stripping off the shirt and shorts, tucking everything away in a neat bundle by a log. Now unburdened and unclothed, the predator makes his way out into the cold water, diving in when it was deep enough.

<her head pops up and an empish grin wrinkles her freckled nose. then she darts under the water once more moving fluidly like a mermaid as if she was born for the water. twisting and turning she plays around having a grand time of herself.>

Batosai was relaxing for a rare moment, swimming out a few yards from shore, then rising up and floating on his back, shakti trailing behind him as he slowly fanned his arms in the water and stared at the sky.

<then she pauses and looks around seeing well under the dark waters. she sees a fish a large one with an orange belly and silver shiny scales. her face sets in determination and she tenses up holding very still. Waiting for the perfect moment to strike. the fish swims closer not realizing the danger waiting for it. she doesn't move. not even so much as a bubble coming from her mouth. the fish swims closer still. then right as it goes to change directions and shows its side to her she charges. Darting through the water, grabs the fish within her fangs and surfaces. The fish wiggling in her mouth. she takes a clawed hand and holds it up a pleasant smile on her face.>

"Nice catch." The predator chuckled softly as he rolled upright to watch the woman.

<she swims smoothly to a rock and places the fish ontop but far enough away that it won't flop back into the water. then she dives back down and spears another fish in the same manner. this one twice as big and hard to hold in her hands it is wiggling so badly she quickly gets it to the rock.>

For some reason watching this woman fish like that was amusing. Coal greys kept track over her progress till another shape caught his eyes. There, on the shore of the lake he caught an unmistakable form. Fangs bared fully as he smiled predatorially. "Excuse me a moment, it seems my own dinner has shown up."

<she starts as she had forgotten him in her fun. But then she smiles and nods. she dives back under the water and shoots down to the bottom of the lake.>

Another chuckle as he forms a hand sign under the water, his body soon rising up to stand on the surface of the lake. Nudity didn't concern him, though this hunt might get interesting without his weapons. Still, he wasn't sure how long the werewolf would stay there. Good, it was still looking the other way.

<then a thought comes to her and she swims in the oposite direction that he is going. still at the bottom of the lake she cirles round and then hops up into the tree limb that dangles over the water's edge hoping to keep the werewolf's attention towards her and not the hunter so that he might have more of an element of surprise. leaning over but careful not to loose her balance she drops an accorn into the water making a soft sploosh.>

Morriah's efforts were noted, and while they'd be appreciated, they weren't needed just yet. The werewolf had caught her form moving around and looked up curiously, this one was one of the nearly feral werebeasts. She was different than it's usual prey, and out of reach for the moment, so just a curiousity. Batosai meanwhile concentrated, then flashstepped, his movements blurring to the naked eye as he literally *ran* across the surface of the water, heading right for the wolf.

<she leans forward to watch hoping it will be interesting but most because she had a way too curious nature.>

Batosai was almost upon the werewolf when his ears flicked at the unusual sound, turning just in time for the leap-kick the feline aimed at his midsection to land. Wolf and cat went tumbling, crashing into a tree, with Batosay halfway up the trunk before the wolf could recover.

<her eyes glitter with the thrill of the hunt and she leaps up into the tree and over to above the fight. she crouches low her tiger tail swishing above her body and her tiger ears twitching. her wings are at the ready so she can jump in should he show that he needs help.>

Batosai was setting up a leg-drop when the wolf snarled and slashed right into the tree, claws growing mid-swing and nearly felling the tree right there. While the tree was still standing, the impact did end up spoiling the feline's aim and he dropped down right in front of the wolf. A sudden twist of his spine and what should have been a fatal impalement by werewolf claws instead became only a deep gash across his right shoulder. Carrying through with the turn, he snapped his left shakti out like a whip, raking the talons across the wolf's eyes, who howled in pain and staggered back.

<grinning she just stays where she is waiting to see what happens next and forgetting all about her fish for this was far more interesting.>

Batosai had the advantage again, one of the wolf's eyes was gouged out, the other intact but temporarily blinded. Now was his chance. Ducking low, he kicked off and lunged forwards, both palms opening wide and connecting with the wolf's chest. An instant later the feline's bone spikes stabbed deep, deeper than usual due to the werewolf's endurance. After delivering his toxin, Batosai jerked his hands free and rolled to the side as the wolf swiped where his head was just previously.

<seeing he had everything under control she crawls silently back to the branch overhanging the water and lays acrossed it like a contented cat. her black feathered wings folded at her back and her tail swishing to and fro above the water's surface.>

Batosai stood there, half-crouched as he waited for the wolf to attack or for the toxin to take effect. The wolf for his part was shaking his head, blinking his remaining eye. A deep growl as he took two steps towards Batosai, and tipped forwards to land on his face. Finally the feline relaxed some, chuckling softly as he moved over and rolled the werewolf onto his back.

<she is still laying on the branch but now she is clapping wildly. a big grin on her lips almost big enough to show her fangs.> "good show."

Blinking slightly and looking up at the woman in the tree, then chuckling. "Hopefully you have a strong stomach for the second act." Kneeling down beside the now-paralyzed wolf's head. "I don't know if there's anything in there that understands, but this is nothing personal. Your life is over because I must feed to survive. We all serve a purpose, yours now is as my prey."

<she leans over a little more to see better as the kill is her favorite part. not that she is unkind mind you, simply the animal in her coming out.>

The predator ran his palms across the werewolf's heaving chest, the beast was breathing rapidly as it's animalistic mind tried to deal with the situation. It knew it was about to die, and was trying franticly to find a way to avoid that fate. Batosai finally found the heartbeat, a few inches off from where a human heart would be. One of his shakti curled over his shoulder, then with a dart slashed into the fur and flesh between the ribs. A finger slid into the wound, claw opening the muscle further till he could feel the opening. Both his shakti slid into the wound, talons curled out of the way. When the two limbs found the heart, the lamprey-like mouthes on the end latched onto the beating organ, drinking deeply. Batosai closed his eyes, feeling the Power-rich blood flowing up his shakti into his body. Tilting his head back, he let out a feral, lion-like roar.

<her eyes widen as she has never seen this type of feeding before. It thrilled her and yet at the same time, she felt a little sorry for the animal. she leans over to get a better look and looses her balance, tumbling into the water ungracefully.>

Batosai didn't even notice Morriah's fall from grace. He felt the Power filling his body, banishing the Hunger which had been growing. Finally the beating stopped and his shakti released the now dead organ. Shaking his head to clear the drug-like high, he reaches over and closes the eyelids of the now-dead beast. "May your next life be more peaceful than this one."

<she pops her head back up now drenched and crawls up onto the shore. then stands and goes over to where he and the beast lay. her eyes slightly glazed she bends down and curiously puts a hand to its side.>

"You can have the meat if you want." Standing and walking over to the lake shore to wash off the blood. The wound in his arm was already closing over, but would take a few hours to heal fully.

<she just runs a hand over its fur as if petting it. a small tear slides down her cheek as she can feel its pain and terror still lurking about. she very gently scoops up the head and hind quarters of the animal carrying it fully. she rises up and turns looking this way and that.>

Batosai was crouched on the lake shore washing the blood from his fur, he could hear her move about, but otherwise was uninterested.

<then with a flap of her wings she takes to the air and fast as lightening she darts into one of the caves. a short while later she returns. blood covering her fully and matting her long hair. the body of the werewolf gone. she lands on that same branch and strips down to her skin tossing the clothes onto the shore where they burst into flames. she then dives into the water and down deep to the bottom.>

A soft chuckle to himself as he spots the red-coated female dive into the water.

<she runs her fingers through the dirt as she glides along the water. then clasping something she surfaces some feet off shore. she then swims to the rock where the fish have been laid and are now dead. she pulls herself up onto it and poors some type of thick liquid into her palm from the bottle she retrieved from the lake.>

Still crouched there by the shoreline, the predator watched Morriah curiously. His Hunger sated, he was almost more a curious housecat than the feral predator of earlier.