Hunting and Observation [Open]

[Centari]

Summer 80th, 511 AV, Midnight


Even now, as Leth took his position in the apex of the starry blanket Zintila crafted Alvadas stirred. A living, breathing, fluxing city bent with the intent to taunt its patrons ceaselessly by shifting its streets so they remained lost until the very last moment. She was a fun city, this Alvadas, and Centari had grown fond of her over the Summer. She had enjoyed herself here, but soon she'd have to take her leave of this city, hopefully with a few companions of her own. Maybe a woman would subject herself to the Harvest for her, or a man would grow suitably enamored and follow her even to the lip of the world itself.

Flexing spindly fingers that ended in hooked, black claws, Centari began the headfirst descent down into the bowels of Alvadas. The little hairs on her fingertips gave her purchase on an otherwise unfriendly wall and brought her bony body to the ground where she stood up straight and cast a garnet gaze over the exhausted faces of men and women. She wondered which would be her prey tonight. Would she find an old acquaintance and finally have her way with them? Or would a woman fat with child waddling down the street prove too irresistible and be brought in for some well needed experimentation?

A smile brought up the pale lips of the Symenestra and she swayed down the street in pursuit of the woman, who held one hand under her bulbous gut as though she could alleviate the weight from her pitiable feet. Humans and their pregnancies got so ugly so fast, especially near the end. This woman would have been stunning had she been a Symenestra pregnant with a child of her own race. For some reason, Symenestra didn't grow this unsightly. They were so willowy and brittle that getting fat could break their poor bones.

The woman she stalked was a pretty one, although her nose was far too large for attractiveness. It looked like a beak was sticking out of her face. Her hair, however, more than made up for it. Long, billowing strands of gold that danced in a gentle breeze. Her body would have been a beautiful one had it not been so heavy in the front, and when she walked her rear wiggled.

She would have made a good staple for the Harvest. The Symenestra who would have seeded her would have paid her double for this woman. Such a prospect was hard, very hard, to ignore. Until one saw the pregnancy.

Perhaps it could be removed. She'd have to see about it. As it was, stalking her would prove beneficial to her study of fat human women.

With a small worthy of a cheshire cat, Centari danced after this woman.

[Zlakalia]

The streets were nearly bare. Zlakalia didn't know what she was doing, why she was out on the streets. 'That's not true. You know why you're out.' Zlakalia sighed; she knew well why she searched the streets. Her traps have been bare of rats for weeks, her hunter had not been finding any of the things she needed. Not things, creatures. Zlakalia wanted to hurt something, wanted to see more blood. It was all she was thinking about as she wondered the darkened streets, not glancing at the well-lit moon above. Beneath her cloak her legs were long and spidery, 6 in total. It was nice to walk this way, each foot didn't make nearly as much of a patter as they did when she merged them into human-looking ones. Her hair strands were frazzled, moving wildly like panicked tentacles of some deep sea monster. Still, beneath the cloak those details were lost, and she was lucky. People usually looked at her like a monster when those traits moved, but with the dark cloak the blonde big person who was walking by didn't even notice Zlakalia's small presence. The grotesque woman that passed by her caught Zlakalia's wondering eyes. The way her belly bulged was interesting, like she was ready to pop. Zlakalia felt her blade, the thin knife in her hand but mostly hidden under the cloak. It was cool, as ready as Zlakalia was. It wanted to help, it wanted everything Zlakalia did. She smiled. Zlakalia turned around now, moving quicker on her thin legs and keeping to the shadows of the street. No plan formulated yet, no idea other than to find where this woman was headed. Perhaps she'd head alone, down some dark alley. Or to home, where she lived alone and would sleep soon. Whatever the golden haired human did, Zlakalia was already getting excited. Zlakalia's turn and subsequent shadow dancing would have been easily noticeable to anyone else but the woman she was now following. She didn't notice anyone else, the streets seemed lonely yet inviting. Inviting her forward, inviting the task Zlakalia desperately wanted to see, the relinquish of energy. She clutched her blade tighter.

[Keido]

Its so dark tonight. Keido has been walking for most of the day trying to find his way back to the inn. Why is Alvadas doing something like this to him. This city was very fickle. One day making it so easy to go around and another making things tough for him to go back for some much deserved rest.

Maybe this pregnant woman in front of him. Who knew what were the gods reasons for doing anything nowadays but they should be good. Keido made his way up to the woman before she can be lost in the night.

"Excuse me. But do you need some help getting back home? Monsters always crawl out of their hiding places at sundown."

It was a personal duty to Keido to try his best to help those who need it. If the woman accepted then Keido would happily try and take her home. Everytime he was able to do a good deed it would only mean that he is that much closer to becoming the type of person he strives to be.