Hunting...

[Ohanzee]

<sup>Ohanzee sat in the branches of the tall oak, staring at the forest below. It was midday, but the deep part of the forest was as dark as dusk. He watched carefully, his yellow eyes glistening and his ears keened to the sounds below. Hunting required patience, as he had learned all to well on the hungry nights he'd spent in the mountains.

Ohan spotted a dear in the brush, a young doe ambling along, as alert as he was. But nobody ever thinks to look up, especially beasts. When the doe was just below the low branches where Ohan was perched, he jumped down and shifted midair, landing in front of the doe and seconds later sinking his fangs into her neck. Caught in a trance, the doe did not fight back. This was common with animals who were fed upon, and made it a lot easier for Ohan to eat.

The doe wandered off vaguely after Ohan released it, dazed by the trance and weakened by loss of blood. But it would live. Ohan resisted killing his prey whenever possible... except of course when he was on an assignment. Assassins were sort of expected to kill their targets.

Ohan returned to the branch after feeding. This time he was not hunting to feed. His mark was to be traveling this way, and the secluded area was perfect for murder. And so Ohan waited, his eyes focused on the spot where his target was to emerge.</sup>

[Nuallan [Onora]]

I frowned as a doe stumbled past me with glazed eyes, and two punctures in her neck. Her eyes were glazed, but she was able to sense my presence and shy away, deeper into the forest.

Odd. Most predators tended to finish off their prey. I tried to think of some sort of explanation, but could find little. My right arm tensed, and wavered back to allow my fingertips to brush reassuringly against the hilt of the sword.

My steps became instinctively more cautious, and as I neared a clearing I felt a slight sweat break out across my forehead. As I stepped out of the shelter of the shadows, though, the hairs rose on the back of my neck.

And I had the familiar feeling of being watched.

[Ohanzee]

<sup>Ohan was so focused on the spot where his mark was to show that he barely noticed that he was no longer alone. Scowling, he reluctantly broke his gaze and looked around to find out who was there. His yellow eyes fell on another male; everything about this stranger was dark, from his hair down to his shadow.

Ohan shifted slightly in his tree and stared down at the stranger as if his gaze alone would make the man disappear. He snarled softly and glanced back at the spot where his mark would be, before jumping down in front of the other male. He shifted midair, so that when he landed his fangs and claws were out and he looked as threatening as possible. He wanted this guy out of here.

HEY! Get out of here!</sup>