and the stars in their orbits shone pale through the lightof the brighter, colder moon

The last couple days had been the same; Nadya would wait upon her perch down the road from Syn, watching the building for movement until the sun reached near midday before she would get bored and move off. It didn't seem to matter how long she waited, only once she left did Tobias turn up and find her wherever it was she had gone. It was beginning to frustrate and confuse her why it was never her brother who came to check on her. A certain fear also twinging her heart that perhaps her brother may be upset at her, upset at her for going to Syn that night and blamed her for Tobias' capture. This emotional upheaval did nothing but flare up her new power, making it uncontrollable every time she saw Tobias walk through the doors instead of Tetra. She had been able to recognize that she had a new power and if concentrating could switch it on and off but couldn't control the intensity of it and any strong emotion would see it react of its own accord. It only made sense then that Tobias could be developing something new, they were only a few days apart in age after all, for yesterday near the end of his stay she had started to feel an itch to simply fight with him...more so than usual. That feeling of being pushed away from her pack caused her own new power to flare up to combat it, to pull them back together to calm that feeling. Between the two new powers clashing, each attempting the opposite, it had led them into an inevitable battle, a tangle of flesh on flesh until sated when both powers eased away. There had to be an end to this torrid coupling they kept finding themselves in, a way to control this new power of hers, as her neck seemed to be in a constant state of repair from Tobias' relentless possessive bites.

It was those thoughts and memories which Nadya dwelled on as she waited today, contemplating her departure into downtown until her skin prickled at the approach of a man. Her chocolate eyes slid away from the building down the street which she had been watching so intently to eye the man as he spoke. Nadya's reaction to him was much a classic look any feline would give, as if he were a fly whose buzzing had just interrupted her contemplation of life's answers. For all the time she had spent in this city she hadn't run across a hunter, at least not that she knew of, she had spent so much of her time trailing after Tobias ensuring he didn't attract one...and now here one stood. Their scent was unmistakable, a sting of immortality and metal like silver though Nadya had always wondered if a hunter smelled differently to each species depending on what brought their true death. Somewhere in the recess of her mind she made a note to ask a vampire or witch if she ever ran into one what a hunter smelled like to them. "Dear me, you're right, I've forgotten to wear my corset...no wonder I'm behind for the day." Her tone was drawling in return, rolling her eyes at his brash attempt at a joke.

The hunter appeared to have more of an agenda than just bothering her, producing pictures which were promptly shoved into her line of sight for investigation. Nadya raised a brow, glancing at the pictures though her body shifted away from the hunter in pure instinct to put as much distance between them without making a run for it. She recognized that hunters were just as much predators as she was and quick movement would only make him strike out. Instead she decided to oblige him and take a look at those sad excuses of security footage snapshots. "Whoever you're paying for these is stiffing you; I could get better pictures from a two year old." Well, just because she was willing to look at the pictures didn't mean she'd be kind about it. Her gaze slid over the small squares, lingering on the one of the wolf for a fraction in curiosity if it was one of the ones she had seen on the last full moon. The last picture, the one with her brother and Tobias caused her heart to skip slightly but she swept her gaze over it to look back up at the hunter. He was a conundrum as many hunters were, a certain kind of evil wrapped up and disguised in the angel's grace of beauty, his blonde hair like a halo in the late morning rays. "I've haven't seen any of them...though that bald-guy kinda looks like the guy who works at a car shop downtown, some foreign repair place." Nadya shrugged a shoulder, glancing back down the road to the building, her hopes having turned from her packs appears to them remaining hidden inside. At least Risque preferred them alive.