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

There is a darkness in Regan. One that cannot be explained with words. There's no name for it, just this part of her that is empty. As if the puzzle that would make up her being is just missing a piece. A piece so vital -- so bright, that without it, the puzzle just doesn't...look right. It's incomplete in the worst possible way. Like a candle in the darkest corner of the room that yields no light. A broken promise -- a reflection of what might have been.

It's late and the night has brought forth its premonitions of a late spring. The breeze, cool and crisp, winding about her in the shadows. It lifts the thickness of her hair from the nape of her neck, sending the long tendrils billowing around her. With a sigh of release, Regan sheds her clothes, lingering for but a moment as the shift takes hold. The darkness parts around her, the echoes of crunching bone, snapping sinew and the scent of magic lingering in her wake.

The large tiger moves silently, making sure to keep out of sight. Avoiding not just those who should fear her, but also any of the 'other' creatures that might go bump in the night. The forest calls to her. It's silence leeching into the surrounding air. She longs for it. That quiet that city life holds no part of. She's been too long in the crowds, too long surrounding by the endless nattering of nothingness. Their stench clinging to her even now. Regan needs to get away for awhile and that is precisely what she intends to do.

She slips into the shade of the trees, listening to nature's cacophony as the breeze played through the leaves. A quiet purr slips into her throat, a gentle rumble. Regan wanders forward, meandering as cats do. Simply getting lost in the feel of nature and the sense of freedom it provides. Regan follows the sound of water to a small stream. There, she lowers her head and drinks, ears twitching and extra sense on alert for anyone who might be there. After she's had her fill, the ebony feline strolls into the current, allowing the fresh water to flow endlessly over her dark skin. Her tail lashing playfully as she splashes and charges invisible foes. It had been too long since the feline side of her had been allowed to let loose. Sadly, and to Regan's chagrin, it showed.

While the tigress is indulging herself, the scent of blood drifts across her senses. Immediately, Regan goes still. She exits the stream with silent ease and stalks in the direction of the scent. The smell of blood grows stronger and a tinge of something familiar whispers. Her viking? It didn't smell exactly like him but then again her viking does like to bathe in the blood of his enemies. Mentally smiling, Regan prowls closer until she spots the large male lion. With a practiced ease that is enviable, she pounces on the large beast and rolls off his shoulder. She twists mid-air and lands facing him, tail lashing, amethyst eyes glowing. Something's not right.

Regan sniffs again and the scent of her viking is too faint. This is not him. But then, who could it be? She snarls, top lip peeling back to expose gleaming ivory fangs. "What have you done to my viking?" The underlying menace in her voice cannot be denied. The tigress stalks closer, muscles rolling beneath pure ebony skin. Better answer her truthfully and soon...else you might find yourself silenced. Forever. Regan doesn't suffer fools lightly.



"Thinks like this"