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

He left her. Her stupid viking left her in that massive house all on her lonesome. He should be thankful she didn't trash the place before she left.
Regan wont deny the fact that it crossed her mind and looked more tempting by the minute. I mean, that woman came to the door, he got a phone call and vanished. No answers given.

Stupid male.

Regan is prowling in the direction of the Ark while she considers the different methods by which she could kill him. All of them having their own merit. The one that's sticking out the most involves castration. The girl snarls and doesn't notice when the people around her cross the street to avoid her. She must be putting off a pretty frightening aura to cause that effect in her human skin. Although, being strapped down with as many blades as she is, likely helps.

Her arrival at the Ark is uneventful. Winding through the maze like interior she makes her way to the ventilation shaft and crawls inside. Stowing away her gear she curls up in her den and proceeds to sulk. Hours pass and Regan is growing angrier by the minute. There is a lethal and savage edge bleeding into her mind. She wants to hurt, maim or kill someone. A certain few someones. Growling she exits the vents and strides into her unoccupied bedroom. She has only one destination in mind.

The shower.

Turning the water on as hot as it will go, Regan entering the boiling shower and proceeds to scrubs her skin until it bleeds. Ensuring no trace of his scent or memory of his touch lingers on her skin. It doesn't help. All it does is remind her of their steamy and intimate shower together. Regan slams a fist into the shower wall and punches through the tile. Snarling she turns off the water and proceeds to stalk from her room naked and soaking wet. She makes it to the gangplank before transforming into a seething onyx tigress. She hits the dockyard at a run and doesn't stop until she reaches HER tree. Leaping high into its boughs she climbs until she is but a shadow within its leafy canopy.

There she sits as the sun sets and darkness covers the park. It's quiet tonight. Everything and everyone sensing the mood of the angry predator. That is until someone comes lumbering into the park. The scent of burned flesh and blood rushes across her senses first -- followed by a kiss of her viking. Hmm. Regan's attention has been gained and silently she climbs down for a better look. The moonlight hits him at just the right moment and he takes her breath away. He looks amazing, bathed in blood the way he is. The scent of his victory clinging to his skin. Regan inhales his scent again and grimaces. It would seem her viking had not escaped his altercation unscathed.

Good.

She cannot help the satisfied feline grin that presses into her features as she watches him drag himself towards HER tree. What was he doing here anyway? Regan was entirely unsure if she wanted to see him or kill him still. However, the moment he falls to his knees, Regan shifts conflicted. The longer she sits the more uncertain she becomes until finally, swayed, she decides to go to him. Or that was to be the case until his husky baritone reaches her along with his words of "Here, kitty kitty." Oh, she'd show him a kitty alright.

Blinking, her amethyst eyes begin to glow and Regan digs her claws into the tree before leaping and landing silently at his side. She snarls -- tail lashing. She prowls around him, top lip peeled back to expose her gleaming ivory fangs. "Come on viking. Call me kitty again." Her voice is quiet with menace and barely restrained rage. On the one hand, she is concerned. On the other? Yeah...castration sounds mighty good right about now.




"Thinks like this"