It was dark and humid. Insects sounded in the dense forest, and the air hung heavy with moisture.
It's more like a rain-forest here today. Lyla thought miserably, as she prowled through the undergrowth. Suddenly, she abruptly stopped. Her right ear flicked back as she caught a noise in the surrounding quiet. Slowly, she crouched down, camouflaging herself as best she could in the shadows. Something scuttled out from under a shrub, and Lyla pounced. It was a rat of some kind, which squealed wildly as it was pinned under her heavy paw. Lyla grinned, bearing her deadly fangs as she bent down to take the struggling rodent in her mouth. As soon as she had straightened up again, the rat hung limply from her jaw, its beady eyes glassy and distant. Cheerily, Lyla slunk over to a particularly broad tree, and shimmied her way up its thick trunk. As soon as she met the first branch (which was still a considerable distance from the ground) she spread herself along its length and tore at the results of her effortless hunt.

Moris had scanned the forest with his mind to bring in the beauty while he flies. Suddenly he sensed something different. He swooped down and to his suprise he saw a were-cat. I thought were-cats were exctinct, He sayed to Adin. He replied, Well i guess you guessed wrong. So down they had went went to see the were-cat.

Lyla flicked her ear towards the sound, but barely even bothered to look up. After all, what was a cat in a forest?
Insignificant and unimportant, that's what. She thought to herself, carefully inspecting the carcass of the rat making sure to ignore the rider and dragon which she knew were near her, thought they might not she decided. A breeze rustled the leaves, scuffing up her small, fairly unnoticable mane. Lyla fixed her bright green eyes on the dragon warily, but made not attempt to contact it or his rider. Instead, she shuffled down the tree head first, claws exposed, and trotted off though the maze of trees. She could probably have been mistaken for a sweeping shadow as she picked up speed.

OOC- I wouldn't mind reviving this. DCK? Anyone? Please join

Raign stood up, mouth wet from the long sip he had taken from the river, he applied the light layer of bandages back over his mouth and kept walking, suddenly something caught his eye. A quick shadow flew past him gaining speed as it went. "Hmmm, I wonder." thought Raign as he snuck behind the shadow trying not to alarm it's suspision.

Drania was rushing, rushing through the forest, her falcon flighing along with her, as if running from something. But what?
She continued running despite the sweat breaking out on her brow. I have to get away, away. she thought. Branches swished by her, bushes scratched at her legs, but she didn't stop. She couldn't.
Then, all of a sudden, on the path in front of her she saw a werecat. She stopped dead in her tracks, irradescent fog swirling around her feet. The werecat had a rat in her mouth. What is a werecat doing here?

Lyla halted, skidding hurriedly to a stop in surprise, before hurriedly regaining her almost carefree expression.

Fur prickling, she looked at the person, wondering what so many beings were doing in the forest today. She knew the elves would be here, naturally, but riders? Dragons? Humans? Even a falcon, then again, many birds of prey enjoyed hunting in this dense foliage.

Continuing to gaze at the girl who had apparently appeared from nowhere, Lyla shifted the rat grasped between her teeth, for fear of it causing her jaw to get an ache.

Drania just stared at the werecat. She was still in shock from seeing such a thing. They were only in childrens storys she had thought. She slowly stepped forward. The fog was receding, the sun coming out. She looked up, then fearing the cat would suddenly dissapear, looked back again.
She was still there. She slowly reached out her hand to touch the cat.....

Lyla shrank back and dropped the rat. No way was she getting poked by some stranger. She bared her teeth but didn't hiss, for she was sure there was nothing bad about this person.
Yes? She asked mentally in slight annoyance, then scolded herself for giving away her race. If the person was wanting to stroke a simple cat, well... it was possible that she didn't know Lyla was a were-cat.
Blown it now anyway... she thought to herself.

Shadows skimmed across the ground, and Lyla lowered her tail, and repositioned herself in a more friendly manner.

Drania gasped and drew back. She wasn't dreaming. She heard a voice in her head, but she didn't know what to do. What is this?

She looked at the cat, tilting her head. "Are you able to comunicate with me?" she ask.
She waited a moment then shook her head. Drania. you've officially lost it. Your talking to a cat in the middle of the forest!

OOC: sorry it's short, I have writers block

OOC- don't worry, happens to me a lot.

IC- Cautiously, Lyla took a calmer stance, and started licking the back of her paw. What harm could there be in having a little fun?

You must be going crazy girl. she replied in amusement, taking care not to look at her, and give the game away. Lazily, she stretched, trying to catch any stray rays of light which were filtering between the trees, and sat back down again with a wide yawn.

Seeing the almost fearful look of astonishment upon the girl's face, Lyla grinned, and decided to spare her the confusion.
Yes, I am actually. she replied. I didn't mean to- I must admit. she explained briefly. As was the were-cat's nature, she began to show her curiosity.
And what might you be doing here exactly?

OOC: Sorry it took me so long to reply

Drania just stared at the cat with huge, wide eyes. "But... you.... I.... did you just?" she stuttered.
She shook her head. Are you one of those were-cat's that we were always told about as children? I heard stories that you can read minds.

Speaking outloud in case this was just an enchanted animal and not a were-cat, Drania replied,
"I'm not exactly sure what I am doing here. I was on my way across the desert, I had lain down for the day to rest in the shade of a large rock. When I awoke, I was in the forest. There were 4 soilders around and as I was begining to come back into conciousness there was a noise behind me. As if a large animal had just pounded the ground. Needless to say the soldiers fled and terrified as I was I ran in the other direction. I don't know how long I was running until I met you."

OOC- No problem, I forgot about this lol

IC- Lyla narrowed her eyes in thought at what she had just learned. After a while, she replied slowly, still pondering.
Yes, I am a were-cat actually. Even if not a particularly important one. she smirked at herself, feeling a little bitter for no reason she could think of.
I suppose you could say some of us read minds, though those trained in magical protection are closed to all but the most powerful of us. I, who possess moral values however, decide to stay out of others private business.
Repetitively, she clawed the leaves under her paws, feeling them bush against the pads underneath.
After a while of creating gashes in the crumbly earth, Lyla took action.
Soldiers in Du Weldenvarden can't be good. she explained, though Lyla guessed it was something the girl might have guessed anyway.
Might I ask your name? she enquired politely, yet a little hurriedly. Mine's Lyla by the way.

Drania looked at the cat a bit more respectfully at the knowledge that she was indeed a were-cat.
My name is Drania and I'm pleased to make ur accaintence Lyla at the last of that though Drania bowed ever so slightly. I don't know my way around this forest, perhaps you can help me. she chuckled lightly to herself. "I don't even know where I am."

Lyla almost chuckled at the respect Drania had shown- she had only really earned quick glances by people walking past, never bowing or such polite conversation. However, the sound caught in her throat, and came out as breath instead. She had never been able to talk aloud. Somebody had attempted to teach her once, but that was long ago, and had failed miserably.

She considered for a moment, before turning a quarter to the left, back arched, and sweepingly begun the transformation. It took no more than one or two seconds, but in the time she had completed a full turn, Lyla's fur had retracted, tail sunk back to the spine, and all traces of ears or paws gone. The only faint trace of "cattiness" about her, remained in her glistening eyes and slightly pointed teeth- not something easily noticed. Other than her muteness, she seemed to fit perfectly into the human race... on the outside anyway.

Now in the form of a teenage girl clothed in a simple green dress, her raven black hair tumbled about her shoulders, and she felt the comforting weight of her precious dagger at her belt. She had always wonder what happened to it after the transformation back to a cat- maybe it was transported somewhere else? Hidden perhaps... Maybe the magic of the world just allowed it to disappear at such times.

She smiled at Drania, still using the mind contact, unable to make speech even in this form.
Where were you planning on going anyway? she asked, wondering which way to head in. Lyla's journey to Osilon could be postponed for a while- the matter of her trip was not urgent.

"If I don't know where I am than I can't very well know where I am going, now can I?" Drania replied saucily. She set her hands on her hips, frustrated. Questions, questions. Thats all she ever heard. "Where are you headed, may I ask?"