The lights we tread;; [o]

[Haven]

Quiet, everything seemed so silent here it was almost uneasy yet blissful at the same time. She had spent a few times roaming the lands and treading borders lightly knowing not to trespass upon others' claims. But here there was an air or peace and tranquility etched within the earthen ground and swarming thickly within the air. Whole being moved effortlessly, a graceful stalking while muscles and coiled and arched beneath a sheath of contrasting hues.

Piercing voids grazed the horizon that was still vibrant with colors mirroring her own rich russets yet as the sky stretched upward it began to darken at a quick pace, a splatter of stars caressing it with a light dazzle. Mitts continued there movement while streamlined tail flickered behind her. It was so nice here...

Her mind was in a lullaby of sweet thoughts. So far she had not been beaten or terrorized by anyone and that itself put her in a high like state. Visage bloomed with a curving smile and mystic look that would cause those looking upon her to question the curious little smirk. If only life could be like this, a quiet place where no harsh actions or words were thrown out there to hurt and manipulate. If they all could just get along and coexist no matter what views on life swayed them. but those were just pretty little hopes that would be dashed soon enough. That never happened within this world..

Bruises still coated skin beneath silken coat along with depths of her mind. No matter how happy and girlish she was there would always be dark spots of those who had already abused her and those who would still to come. She knew her place within the world and in reality she was a slave. She was there to serve and bow down and she couldn't change that. She was who she was. If only she had been more like her mother..strong, dominant, self preservation instilled. She could walk with the masters or just float and not be controlled. But no...

[Peregrine]

Sacred. What a dumb word. She thought as her paws crossed into the territory of the Center Tree. The only reason she ever came near the idiotic thing was because of her work. Large gatherings of cats and wolves seemed to work well for her area of specialties. Especially when they thought everything was perfect and no one could get hurt. A cackle flew from her spotted maw. Tricksters were everywhere, always watching and she was one of them.

Creeping through the thick high grass of the plains surrounding the tree she used her ears as a guide. The noisiest place in this area would be at the base of the tree. That was simple enough to determine. But others would be stalking, waiting for someone to find them. Though they definitely would not be seeking anyone near like Wylie. Glitters of laughter played across her eyes. No one ever expected someone like her, for there were no others like her. No one even came close.

The spots on her coat blended in well with her surroundings and she was near invisible. If she wanted not to be seen she could make herself that way but at the moment she wanted flickers of her tail to catch other’s eyes, for them to see the glint of her nails, and hear the whisper of her soft low breathing. An assassin worked in the shadows and would only find work in the shadows.

A scent came to her nostrils. It was of another she-cat, leopard most likely. Her ears had not picked up the sound of her movements so she must either not be moving or moving with so much care she was not heard easily. Wylie moved in. She had an interest in those with a keen way of moving. Muscles in her shoulders moved fluidly as she scampered behind the femmae, not making a sound. A skill she had learned when she was young, noiselessness. Closing in on the she-cat she came closer and closer. By now she must have smelled her or seen a flicker of her tail. A smile of a job well done creased her maw. Eventually the she-cat would call her out, not finding what she expected.


ooc: Sorry it takes me a while to get in character. She will improve with time.