When you look into an abyss, the abyss looks into you

The night is over and dawn is upon her. The light dappling through the leafy canopy of the forest as she makes her way towards her tree. The large tiger reaches up and scratches large gouges into the trees base -- making sure to claim it for all to see. Mine. Once she is satisfied with the state of her tree she leaps into the lower boughs and climbs higher until she can grab her killing garb. ivory teeth clasp a buckle gently as she gathers it close before leaping back to the ground below. Prize will in hand. Or mouth, as it were.

Retracing her steps she catches the last moments of the deceased vampires as they flake away and lift onto the morning breeze. With a grunt of approval the onyx figure weaves in and out of the shadows as she follows the scent trail back to the viking's home base.

To say Regan is surprised by his mega mansion is an understatement. What person needs that much space to themselves while indoors. A smallish house with a massive yard she could understand. This? This is just...wrong. Shaking off the thought she pads closer and approaches the large wooden front doors. Her mental voice reaching out and whispering across his senses to notify him of her presence. Just in case he hadn't noticed her already.

Or because she is starting to like to brush of his mind. Maybe.

Before long the door swings inward and Regan is greeted to the sight of a very naked and bloodied viking. Mmmm. Greeting approved she drifts forward and flicks her tail to wrap around his thigh as she glides past. Because, why not? Moving away from the entrance Regan places her leather suit on a wooden table before reaching deep within herself and beginning her change back to human.

Before long the air begins to shimmer and the sound of cracking echoes in the large home. She settles back into human skin and rises to her feet. Olive skin, a plethora of large ugly scars mixed with smaller dainty ones. Thick bands from manacles wrapping round each wrist and ankle. Most obvious of all is the terrible looking scar in the shape of a savage tiger bite wrapping around her neck and ending in four large scarred over punctures. Not that Regan thinks anything of her scars. She steps to his side and her mind settles against his. "Shower. Now."



"Thinks like this"