Lyla grumbled. Mentally, of course- cats obviously can't grumble.
Or can they? She pondered in a minute off odd theory. Lyla tried to make the sound deep in her throat, but it just ended up as some kind of gagging noise (like she was about to cough up a hairball). Fearing that it could actually happen, she stopped straight away and continued strolling in and out of the dense forest. Insects were chirping, but not in the way they do in rain-forest or the jungle, where it seems perfectly natural. No, here it was a dry, raspy almost threatening sound. The air was pretty much the same- the sort that could dry out your mouth in a matter of seconds. Lyla shook her mane (if it could even be given that name) and a large black beetle dropped to the ground and scurried away. Lyla attempted a sigh (she was tired of small invertebrates hitching a lift in her fur) before discovering that cats could neither sight nor groan. In a span of frustration, she quickened her pace to a sort of trot, pushing the undergrowth and floor shrubs out of the way. Little light filtered through the sparsely spaced gaps high above in the canopy, but it didn't matter to Lyla. Her green eyes were well adapted to the gloom- anyway, it was better for her in the shade when travelling, as her dark insulating fur had a nasty habit of absorbing the warmth. Certainly, she enjoyed a bit of a sunbathe near a bustling market place, but Lyla definitely didn't appreciate the sun when it was causing her a lot of discomfort and agitation when on the move. Absorbed in these thoughts about her surroundings and why cats couldn't groan (or sigh) aloud, Lyla never noticed the well aimed arrow ripping silently, swiftly through the air towards her...

OOC: if you don't mind...

IC: Blake was walking through the woods of Du Weldenvarden. He heard a sound over to the left of him. he flicked his head to the left by instict. There was a glint then a very, very silent Whistling sound......An arrow! Blake thought right before he dodged out of the way. He went into his obversation mode. The world from his view slowed down. To anyone else he would be moving at the regular speed. He saw the arrow zip by....In slow-mo of course. He was watching it when he saw it go to the right.....He saw it's target. he had time to yell "Watch out!"

OOC- Course I don't mind, I thought nobody was gonna join lol

IC- Lyla flicked her head towards the warning. She knew that nobody would exactly shout that without reason, but if they were shouting that then there was no time to ponder. She leaped forwards, her back arched and fur on end. The arrow stuck firmly into the tree where she had been standing. Lyla hissed and ran towards another cluster of trees, her assassin could be preparing another attack right that moment!
Thanks! Lyla puffed as she reached Blake, her heartbeat soaring.
you know... for warning me. She kept looking around as if somebody might sneak up on the pair right then, although it was highly unlikely if they were working alone. She looked up at Blake, green eyes wide with shock.

OOC: thanks

IC: Blake said "Your welcome....." He looked in the direction the arrow came from. He thought he saw a flicker of movement. He saw a leaf fall from a tree..."Obviously, We're not alone......" Blake said to the Werecat. He saw the arrow still quivering with force in the tree. One thought went straight past his mind. Ow...... He saw the were cat looking at Him with very wide and shocked eyes. "What's that look for?" He asked.

Lyla shook her head, returning her eyes to their normal, cautious looking width. Without the politeness of mentioning anything else to him, Lyla pointed out:
Well, if there's someone around her trying to kill me, then I'm not too keen to stand around chatting. She looked around warily once more in her cat-like way, her tail curved gracefully, yet rigid with the feeling of being alert. Her ears pricked like a nervous deer, she swung around and trotted through the dense trees. The dry leaves crunched nosily under her paws (well, noisy compared to the uncomfortable silence of the surrounding forest) and she hoped that no danger was following. Regardless of the weather or climate, Du Weldenvarden always seemed a dry place. It wasn't humid like a rain-forest of jungle, but not pleasantly shady like the woods.

Blake started to communicate with his mind for saftey reasons. Okay..I woulden't want to stand around either i just want to know....What was the wierd look for? Blake asked dryly. He grabed his dirk invoulentarily...He heard the silent shir sound ( at least that's what it sounded like to him. ). He though he saw a flicker of yellow over to the right of him. His head turned but it was gone.

OOC:Are you there??

OOC- no, I'm not I need time to think where this is going... I haven't actually planned anything

OOC: Oh well i'll check back later lol

OOC- hey, is he wearing that strange pendant that you described in your bio? I could include that...

OOC: nice idea...but it wont do anything until my other bio is accepted ....NO one has eplied to my other one Jerid l0l but yeah hes wearing it lol.

Something in my eye... Lyla muttered grouchily in reply to his question, and set off through the forest once more. It suddenly became a lot cooler as she headed to the clearing where she had been sleeping recently. She expected Blake to follow, she wanted to talk anyway. Her claws were kept short and sharp as they scraped through the rough terrain of the forest floor over the days she had been searching. Her fangs had been treated the same way by gnawing on the bones of animals after she had eaten- it was natures way of keeping her properly healthy, and it was great. She had never felt so free or healthy in the large cities shadowed by Galbatorix, and Lyla instantly knew this was where she was supposed to be. She could sense she was close- maybe it was her outstanding sense of direction, perhaps it was something more... As they approached the clearing, Lyla was nearly certain that whoever had been following was gone. Scared off maybe- it was possible that they felt threatened by a magical presence.
This is where I've been staying recently. She explained to Blake as they entered the cosy clearing.
There's a comfy bit just over there. She nodded to where she slept.
It's not much, but it's good enough for me. She said cheerily, as she settled onto the floor gazing at Blake.
So, why have you come here? She asked curiously.

OOC: I thought you were gonna do seomthing with my pendant? or is that the something in my eye part? Curiousity rising lol

IC: Blake was still wondering if Lyla was telling the truth. He sat down and startd thinking. I'm here becuase I wanted to see my dragon again. I don't hate the elves but sometimes thier way to strict about thier dragon training traditions.... He told Lyla. What are you doing here? He asked Lyla. He hadn't relized how muggy it was out here. He poured a little into his hand and wiped it over his head. Now it was really starting to bug him.

OOC: I feel lonley....

Lyla fixed her gaze on Blake. Something felt strange about him- but she couldn't quite place the sense. Maybe it was because he was so nosey. After information perhaps...
No. she thought to herself. I can tell he's not sly enough to be working for another.
She trod on a leaf which her claw had pierced, and pulled it away.
Looking. She replied, almost shrugging. Lyla was not one to divulge all she intended- not even to the closest of allies. She was even surprised at herself for not pretending to be a simple cat, and running at full speed from Blake. Maybe it was the feeling that held her in place- but she knew that she probably couldn't afford to lose him without enquiry.
And what are you doing here? she questioned, regardless of whether he felt her answer was padded well enough or not.