Lisa
'There, that should do it', *He thinks to himself, admiring the results of his efforts.*

*For the first time in weeks, Kaz had a full belly and plenty of food prepared to last him for a while. His time here in the mountains had been challenging. The game in this area was not plentiful, at least not for the size that he needed. With some patience it was possible for him to catch rabbits or other small game but the time it required and the amount of food he got from it was barely enough to survive day to day. It certainly didn't give him enough to stock up for future needs.*

*Yesterday was the first time he came across tracks of prey that were large enough to be truly worth his time. He followed them through the evening and then late Into the night. The target of his hunt did not travel at night and he was able to make up the ground between them drawing closer before he himself needed to rest. He woke up before first light and continued tracking until he finally caught sight of a magnificent elk, dozing beneath some trees.*

*His timing was perfect as the elk was still half asleep and didn't notice his scent until it was too late. Bounding across the space between them, running on all fours, leaping the last fifteen feet through the air, he tackled the creature, sinking claw and tooth into the neck, going for the artery and ripping it out with his fangs. The creature was large and strong and managed remarkably to shake Kaz off and attempt to run. The effort was wasted. The artery was shooting blood out so quickly that the creature barely made it a dozen steps before blood loss caused it to collapse as its brain shut down. Giving into his animalistic nature, he leapt once again upon the felled creature, latching on to its neck and drinking deeply of the warm lifeblood that was pumping freely from it. It is a primal feeling that is like no other and he wanted more than anything to lift his head and roar his victory. That however is where he draws the line. The beast within him is returned once again to its cage. The tabaxi knows that his inner animal is dangerous and must not be allowed to be in control longer than is absolutely necessary for the hunt. He is civilized and he will act as such.*

*The best portions of the raw meat that were likely to spoil the easiest is what he ate first, filling himself and savoring the taste and texture of the fresh kill.. He then began carefully skinny and stripping the carcass of its meat. He had prepared a fire and built a box around it to trap in the heat but more importantly the smoke. It took many hours to properly dry and smoke the strips of meat that he had sliced off the elk. Once the process was completed the strips of meat weighed a fraction of what they did when they were fresh and the smoke preserves them so that they can easily last for weeks, providing him a source of nutrition so that he can travel without needing to constantly hunt for his food. He loaded up his backpack with as much as he could carry, putting extra into a side pouch and gorging himself once again on the fresh meat that was left. He buried the carcass in a shallow grave so as not to attract other predators, before stepping back to look at his work.*
Jane
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「 1 」*Smoke... Nymvial, there's smoke.* Internalized vocalizations sang venomously in response to her nasal passages being drowned in the familiar aroma of smoke as she lay flat out on her back, her physique heavy with exhaustion. So much so that it took a lot out of the vampire to even open her eyes. They were a luminous shade of brilliant silver, their depths fixating upon the sky above, which moments before, to her at least, had been pitch black. Not anymore. The sky took on a new, whimsical salmon coloring decorated with lavender clouds to signify the early hours of a new morning. Her chest, clad in a square neck, thin strapped top. Not the most appropriate for a place like this. Dragonclaw, from what she read, wasn't known for beauty, but rather its darkness. With a name like Dragonclaw, Nymvial could've guessed that. "There's smoke..." Those femininely dark vocals rang out like a lullaby as her restless ophthalmics began to dance about in search for the origins of this fire, but there was only so much she could see when she was lying out awkwardly on her back, not even attempting to move her head to offer more leeway to what she had been looking for. Alas, her upper half began to drag itself upward, her unusually exposed back hunched over creepily whilst she raised at velvety palm to her blood stained lips. How long had she been here? "Leave me alone..." She muttered, though that was the only bit of her speech that were even remotely coherent. Straightening her bruised spine, the woman begrudgingly repositioned herself to a wobbly stand, her trembling frame struggling greatly to remain upright. Like a drunkard, Nymvial staggered around, her muscular limbs flailing about helplessly as her claws gripped any nearing tree trunk, so hard that her fingernails began to tear themselves backwards, pulling themselves from her nail beds, ultimately resulting in a slow oozing of blood to come trickling down her hands.

*Mmmnn!" She groaning tiredly as she continued to stumble through the heavily forested area.

「 2 」Her blood stained hands steadily pulled back some thick vegetation so she could gracelessly pull her curvaceous body through the the thickets. Alas, she had made it through, but now she stood before a pretty sizable grassland. Just as she moved her atypically small foot to take her first steps into the significantly taller grass, a ruffling sound had caused those now glowing silver eyes to roll disturbingly to the side, without even turning her head to follow. Once confused ophthalmics now housed dangerous predatory intent as her body began to slink into the shadows produced by nearing vegetation to follow what she'd heard. And there it was... A bull elk grazing peacefully. To tell you the truth, Nymvial didn't fancy eating animals. In fact, it pained her greatly. But the same can't be said when she was overthrown mentally by her own thirst for blood. *Blood.. Oh how she loved blood...* From the comforts of the shadows, she lightly traced a bloody finger around her moistened lips. *Tch.* That's when it ran..

When she kissed her teeth. Alarmed, the elk began to take off, and she followed closely behind. Unfortunately for this bull, Nymvial have been riding on its shadow and it didn't even know it. With her efforts completely set on this hunt, Nymvial hadn't noticed that the smell of smoke had been growing prominent. Besides, the smell of food was far more overbearing anyways. At least, to her it was. Morphing back into her physical form only to be thrown skywards, the feral woman sent her body barreling onto the back of her victim. This had caused an imbalance in the Elk's movement, the the crashing weight of this woman had thrown it off course, causing it to fall clumsily onto the ground, though the impact wasn't enough to stop the two from tussling and continuing to roll. Roll unknowing right into the camp someone had set up. That is, before Nymvial ruined it. Now sitting awkwardly upon the elk's loin while it kicked about desperately in attempts to free itself from the beastly woman, Nymvial enclasped it's head in a tight grip of her trembling hand, forcefully pinning it onto the ground. "Don't..." She mused, elongated tongue now wriggling around the outskirts of her plush lips as she spoke. "Don't look at me so pitifully!" Once coolly vocals abruptly escaped her pharynx in a blood-curdling screech. "You did this to me! You did this to me..." Her pulchritudinous face fell into a clear state of distress as she tilted her head to stare deathly upon the fallen creature. Within a matter of moments, her pearly fangs had been inserted into the elk's neck, finally allowing her heaving physique to rest, allowing herself to be pleasured by the flow of fresh warm blood. Because of this, her silvern eyes began to lose their luminescence, finally softening.

「 3 」When her feral state had been mitigated, then was her senses allowed to come flowing back into the vampire, now bringing another problem to be addressed. *That's right. Smoke...* Nymvial lifted her head from her feast, revealing a now disorderly and crazy look she had now taken on. When she rotated her cranium uneasily about, what she saw had pulled a unfazed look from her. The dark figure that stood aside her was one that she failed to notice before. How stupid had she been. Soulless silver eyes rested softly upon him as oral vestibules fanned out into a toothy grin, her teeth dripping a pretty deep red liquidation from their tips. "Are you hungry?" A Bone-chilling purr from the woman reverberated throughout her throat as she lazily began to move to a lay upon the elk, her head being placed ever so gently onto it's head. All whilst her eyes had remained unmoving from the dark figure.
Lisa
*As a small child living in the jungle with his parents, the first time Kaz was allowed to venture out unaccompanied was when he was 4 years old. Prior to that his parents, one or the other and sometimes both would always accompany him. They used these times to teach him the ways of the jungle. They showed him how to survive, which things were dangerous, which things were safe, how to get liquid, how to hunt and kill. There were many such lessons and he was an apt pupil at these lessons in life. It wasn't until after his fourth birthday that he was finally allowed out on his own. He relished this freedom and roamed wherever he desired. Knowing that his race was hunters and that he had been taught the ways of hunting, it was only natural that he should take this opportunity to try and see if he had learned the lessons needed. He wanted to know if he was also truly a hunter.*

*One could argue that thoughts such as these did not belong in the mind of a four-year-old. Those philosophical debates mattered not to this young and hungry tabaxi. During his wandering he came across a recent trail of prey that seems small enough for his rather diminutive size. He carefully began tracking and closing in on his prey. His attention was focused on the creature before him where the trail ended. Its head was in the foliage snuffling around for food. It was not aware of the danger that lurked like a young kitten with its tail dashing back and forth excitedly, ready to pounce on its hapless victim. The life and death battle between the young hunter and his prey was bloody, violent, and honestly the most fun he had ever had in his life. In the final moments when he was able to get his teeth onto the neck of his victim and attempt to rip it out in a messy and painful way that lacked any sense of elegance or grace. This young hunter practically blinded himself with the blood spraying straight into his face and eyes and coating his body with the sticky red substance. Some even sprayed into his mouth and at that moment Kaz was forever hooked on the taste of warm gushing red blood being pumped directly from the arteries of his prey.*

*Sixteen years after that fateful day, Kaz finds himself standing in a small clearing of the Dragonclaw Mountains, looking down with a satisfied smile on his face having gorged himself upon his recent kill and then carefully smoking and preserving enough meat to last him for a couple of weeks without needing to hunt again. At this very moment, a disturbance in the forest comes crashing down next to him. He stared disbelieving at the body of a full grown elk having crashed through the trees and underbrush and landing in a crumpled heap with the wind knocked out of it. Sitting astride the beast was a terrifying sight. It looked like a woman, but it was wrong in so many ways. In all of his years living and hunting in the wilds of this world he had never had a singular experience to match this one. He couldn't even move and was unsure what he should even do. It took but a moment of hesitation from him and the moment was gone. The woman who had ridden the beast right into his camp had leapt upon the neck of the elk, her face burying itself and the blood came running out and down its fur in rivulets. Her face turned towards him, fresh blood still dripping from her fangs and a chilling question was left hanging in the air before him.* "Are you hungry?"

*Staring back at those cold unblinking eyes, only one thought was screaming in his head, 'Hell NO! I just finished eating my own elk and I feel like I waddle when I walk right now.' However, that did not seem like an appropriate response at this time. Many years ago his master taught him the appropriate rituals to be used in this sort of situation. When faced with a stranger whom you have never met before it is required to follow the appropriate formalities before one may converse openly. These teachings were rigid and had no exceptions. They must be followed for it is unsafe and unwise to speak with a stranger. Therefore the first thing that must always be done when meeting one is the exchange of names.*

*He bowed to her* "Greetings. I am Kaz"

*With the ritual having begun, he stands back up and peacefully awaits her response. Until the ritual is completed no other conversation is allowed. He stands there looking at her expectantly hoping that she will provide the required information so that he may finish the ritual and allow the two of them to converse.*
Jane
「 4 」Truth be told, Nymvial knew of these beings, but had never gotten to see them with her own two beady eyes. A melanated Jaguar was standing right afore her, still taller than if she were to stand on her tippy toes. To tell you the truth, it unsettled Nym greatly. As a vampire, there were few things that put genuine fear in her heart. Animals. They were the first creatures to ever set foot on this god forsaken planet, and she considered them to be more powerful than any being she's ever heard of. Including herself. But this one was different: he had been walking upright on his hind legs and kept his stature akin to a human's. Nym would've feared the lad more if he had been a regular Jaguar. And those fascinating yellow eyes could put one in a trance, their golden depths housing the clearest amount of disbelief within them, and she wondered what would cloud them next. It gave the woman chills. The now seemingly cold breeze had been pinching her pallid derma as if she'd been poked with various icicles, and the tawny pelt of this fallen elk that she had been so carefully laid upon wasn't much help either. Still, it was comfortable to say the least. Her eyes then narrowed slightly upon further inspection of the peculiar tabaxi. What a beast. A wondrous design created by he who creates. Bringing her chest to a dramatic heave as she took in a deep breath, the demoness latched on to either side of the elk before slowly arising to a sit upon it, the same way she had been sitting before. Though not for long, because she'd finally come to a stand before crossing her trembling limbs ever so delicately atop the middle of her Frame, her awkwardness now returning to the maiden.

Those nailless fingertips encrusted in blood tapped lightly upon either side of her upper arms in thought as her cranium tilted questionably whilst eyes remained glued onto their target. Alas, the sudden movement of the standing big cat pulled a rather started reaction from the lass, where she'd furrow her brows with shear befuddlement at the pilot gesture. That is, before it morphed into a more displeased one. When her brows relaxed, an eerily tight lined formed itself upon her unamused facies before releasing a disappointed sigh at the gesture. Oh how she hated formalities like this. These faux displays of dignity and politeness really frosts her fangs on unheard of levels. The scummiest of beings always used these snobby acts to mask their true belligerent and malevolent nature. To tell you the truth, no genuinely evil person would make their wickedness recognizable. But rather subterfuge their cruel and inhumane intentions. *How pathetic!* Her internalized vocalizations spat distastefully at the thought, though she wouldn't express it aloud. Then again, she had been the one to come raging inter his camp like a bat out of hell. The least she could do was accept the greeting.

「 5 」"Kaz," She echoed robotically as she allowed her eyes to fully open again and look to see if this name had suited him. Was Kaz short for a title much longer or was it fully his name? Either way, she appreciated its littleness. Easy to remember and easy to say. Well, besides the fact that Nymvial would pronounce the Z as an S. *Kaz sounds like a name for one for one of considerable importance. To their own kind though.* Fortunately, Nym did return her name back to the beast. "Call me Nymvial." She hummed calmly before finally, for once turning away from the walking Jaguar in order to scrutinize the scene, which she herself had sent into disarray, around her. "I smell death..." She whispered venomously before the scent had forcefully pulled her into investigation. Her pearly white teeth had been lowered hardly upon her bottom red-stained lip in complete focus on what she had been searching for. Alas, she came upon an unnatural hill of dirt. Raising a trembling finger, Nymvial pointed square at the makeshift grave. "What did you kill?" Without turning her head to look, the eerie woman rolled her ophthalmics Sideways to glare at Kaz with suspicion. If this Jaguar had been nearly as dangerous as she thought, it would've been wise for her to book it and take flight to safety or to where she could safely avoid a dispute with it. "Wha-" She started, but quickly stopped herself from saying anything more. Simply because the thought that she had no room to ask that had finally came to her. To be fair, he had been here far before she has. Before she came crashing in on an elk like a bull in a Chinese shop. She hope she hadn't ruined any of his belongings. Nymvial really didn't like causing problems for others, especially since she preferred to stand clear of them in general.

「 6 」As a vampire, trouble always came to Nymvial, right at her doorstep, if she had one at least. It's like she was a magnet for negativity. No matter where she goes, no matter where she is, misery just follows suit and cause mayhem around her. Truthfully, if she could escape all of her problems, she could. Unfortunately, Nymvial would have to live much longer until she finds her attacker and get what she lost before. Until then, she won't be able to bring her life to an end how she wanted to. However, she told herself that she'd find him soon and she'd make him regret living, just like she had. Nymvial had quite the events planned in her future, and she couldn't wait til she got to partake in them.
Lisa
*He had been holding a small amount of tension within his body as he awaited her response. In the past he had unfortunately run into individuals who were not familiar with the ritual greeting and even worse were of a suspicious nature and reluctant to provide their names. These situations quickly grew awkward as conversation between strangers was forbidden. Often, he would need to simply walk away, ignoring the statements or questions being hurled at his back since he was not allowed to respond. These negative experiences were frequently at the forefront of his thoughts whenever he began the ritual with a new stranger. He secretly feared running into such a thing again and felt a sense of dread that those situations could turn ugly or even deadly with the misunderstandings that could occur. It was for this reason that he gave a small sigh of relief, relaxing the tension within him as he finished the ritual*

"It is an honor to meet you Nymvial" *He said with a slight bow of his head towards her*

*With the ritual completed, normal conversation could now occur. The fact that she had responded to the ritual and shared her name, meant he was dealing with an intelligent being and not simply a monster in a humanoid form. He watched her carefully, noting her agitation and erratic nature, he chose the opposite path in hopes of setting her at ease. In a smooth motion, he folded himself down into the lotus position, both of his empty hands facing upwards on his lap, showing that he held neither weapon, nor hostility towards her. In a similar fashion, his relaxed posture indicated he did not feel threatened by her presence. He exuded a sense of peacefulness and tranquility as if he were sitting down to enjoy a cup of tea with a friend.*

"The answer, my friend, to both of your questions are effectively the same. Much like you, I am a hunter and rely on finding and killing appropriate prey in order to sustain myself. The small amount of dirt that you indicated covers what remains of an elk that I killed and then spent the night carefully stripping the meat and smoking it as a means of preservation. Having gorged myself in the process on the portions that are not as easy to preserve I can honestly say I have eaten more than I should have. I doubt I will be hungry again anytime soon."

*He looked at the body of the elk which lay on the ground still warm and fresh from her killing of it. So far, he had only seen her drink of its blood which he understood the appeal but for his race, that was merely a victory spoil and not actually a meal that would sustain him very long.*

"Please do not let my presence prevent you from eating your meal." *He made a small gesture towards the elk* "If there is some discomfort eating with others around or a ritualistic need to only consume your prey when you are alone, then I will be more than happy to remove myself and allow you the peace and solitude that might be required."

*He looked up at her with curiosity in his eyes. There appeared to be a myriad of questions he wished to ask of her regarding her nature, her past, and where her path was taking her. Asking such things at the beginning of a conversation such as this, would seem quite rude and unconventional. He prided himself on treating others with respect and following the conventions of civilized folks. He would feel shame to do less than that towards another who had shown no reason to deserve such things. He would simply sit there looking up at her calmly awaiting her response and enjoying the chance to converse with another.*
Jane
「 7 」His gesture was a kind an helpful one to say the least, and ultimately, it extricated a slow blink of her shimmering silvern ophthalmics to signify approval of this Jaguar's presence. Although, his display of empty hands was simply unnecessary due to the fact that she knew if he had it on him, he would've Drawn it as a reaction to a crazed feral bitch coming crashing down onto his camp. Nymvial was *Belligerent *, but she was still fair nonetheless. Unfortunately, her acceptance of the tabaxi would quickly disappear after he had, once again, took a brisk bow in the woman's direction. Alas, her face scrunched significantly with utter disgust with the snobby behavior demonstrated by the walking beast. He was a Jaguar on two feet. Truthfully, he hasn't a single reason to be so formal. Especially in front of a demoness like Nymvial herself. Now, what she didn't expect, was her constantly listening ears to be overwhelmed with an influx of words, only more than half of which would've gone comprehended by the taken aback woman. This tabaxi had quite the mouth on him to say the least. Nymvial watched awkwardly as he continued to speak but remained in the same positioning she had been in before, with her finger still pointing aimlessly at the makeshift grave. What the hell was he on about? Brows furrowed drastically upon the sudden confusion brought upon the lass by the well-spoken kaz, thus resulting in her hand being raised to be place lightly upon her comely facies. Once comforted, she let her limbs fall mindlessly at her curvy sides before she shifted about to fully face the stygian cat, gleaming eyes not fixated upon him. Unfortunately she didn't return his kind words. Nymvial hadn't yet known if his acquaintance was an honor.

「 8 」"This isn't my appropriate prey." She deadpanned, though her cold vocalizations held considerable truth within them. It wasn't. Animals were only feasted upon if you were unable to access the blood of humanoid beings. It was a way to mitigate the thirst for blood. It wasn't what she preferred, but Nymvial was considerate and often decided against feasting on people. "And I already ate." She made sure to clarify before breaking her stare to start frantically rearranging her disorganized clothing which had occasional tears, twigs, leaves, and loose foliage all around it. The looked a complete mess! Once she was finished, her head shot back up to continue inspecting the walking cat. She was honestly impressed that he had been capable of talking so much. Her jaw would've probably dislocated from talking so much. In fact, it began to hurt just thinking about it. Nymvial began to gnaw at her bottom lip in regards to that.

「 9 」"You..." She started calmly as she began to come slinking over, her snake-like gait unwavering. "Talk a lot." A subtle huff came erupting from her nasal passages as she now stood just a couple feet in front of the melanated Jaguar. Folding her arms back atop her middle again, she awaited an explanation from Kaz, though she didn't really know what kind of explanation she was looking for. Probably why he had been there in the first place. Or where exactly had he been headed. Regardless, Nym still arched an eyebrow questionably at her internalized questions. Though she'd prefer to have any kind of answer, Nymvial didn't feel entitled to getting one. Especially from a stranger. A stranger that was a talking black jaguar.
Lisa
*Starting at the tender age of 12 due to an unusually traumatic experience, Kaz began traveling with a wise old monk who protected him from those who would do him harm and also trained him in his ways. For 6 years they traveled together and he continued to learn and grow in his skills as well as his understanding of the world. The two of them seemed to be constantly on the move. Never staying in one location more than a couple of days. There were even some occasions where they walked into town in the late morning and were already walking out by the early afternoon. Sometimes this simply meant they were in a hurry to get to a specific location by a particular time but more often it meant that they had encountered racial hatred towards Kaz. There was a subset of bigoted humans who felt they were the height of evolution and that any non-humans who were belligerent enough to go walking around on two legs and speaking to them as if they were equal deserved to die. These times always turned into teachable moments. Non-violence was always the correct solution. However, if someone in the town chose the path of violence against them then the teachable moment became how to defend yourself and disable the other person without bloodshed. Pain and broken bones on your opponents still counted as not having blood spilled. Kaz was allowed to witness many useful fighting techniques this way, which the monk then taught him and helped him to practice in the weeks that followed. Unfortunately none of the many lessons had prepared him for this particular encounter with a rather unusual creature.*

*He patiently sat there watching Nymvial as she seemed confused by his polite speech and calm demeanor. The fact that his simple words seem to deepen her own confusion rather than resolving it, stymied him. Her own brevity in response to his verbosity left him carefully pondering what sort of depth to their attempt at communication would even be possible. If she so strongly felt he spoke too much then it limited the length and breadth of what he could say without further annoying her. Her own minute attempts to vocalize seemed to barely meet the definition of a minimal sentence. How does such an alien creature learn from those around her if she doesn't wish to hear or speak beyond the extreme basics.*

*She laid out a claim that the elk was not appropriate prey and yet she expended the effort to hunt and kill it all the same. Would that mean her preference is for larger animals or smaller animals? Since the wild Elk is one of the largest mammals in this area it is difficult to believe that she would need something of an even greater size or mass. Had she preferred smaller prey there are certainly plenty to be had but perhaps she has difficulty catching the smaller ones? Without further explanation from her it will continue to be a mystery to him. Even if she did attempt an explanation, it would likely be so brief as to provide no actual information that would clarify things.*

*Her next claim was that she had already eaten. Looking at the still warm and lifeless body of the elk, it was fairly clear that there was no solid material taken from it. The only essence of a physical nature that he could determine had been removed would be the warm blood that had come pumping out of its neck the moment she bit into it. There certainly was only a miniscule amount that had come from the neck wound she had inflicted upon the creature. This would lead him to assume she had drained the blood and consumed it as her nutrients. He had heard legends of such creatures that fed upon the blood of the living and stalked the night. He looked to the sky, verifying that it was indeed daytime and the creature before him seemed unaffected by that fact. It is possible that the legends were incorrect or another possibility would be that this creature is not actually the same as the legends speak of. He would attempt to mirror her brevity which seems to be more comfortable to her while also asking one of his many questions that tumbled through his mind.*

"What are you?"

*He winced, asking such a direct question with no preamble or explanation. It seemed quite rude and against his nature to do so. However, it is possible that she would feel more comfortable speaking of herself rather than listening to his peaceful dialogue.*

*He had been pleasantly surprised at her attempts to clean herself up as if she was making some modicum of effort towards impressing him by acting in a more civilized manner. As she approached closer to stand in front of him he made no move to shift and stayed seated calmly looking up at her with no apparent concern but simple curiosity on his face. She asked no questions of him and yet stood there with her arms crossed, holding an attitude of awaiting a response, after complaining to him quite clearly that he talked too much.*

*He certainly could attempt to explain any number of things. What he was, why he was here, what he was doing, what is his purpose in life... Such explanations out of the blue would only sustain her annoyance with his talking, especially if she was already annoyed from simply answering questions that she actually asked.*
Jane
「 10 」The unanticipated question shot towards the woman by kaz was prying in its entirety, though Nymvial had no real response to it. Not one that she felt would live up to expectation. In truth, she was a vampire. But her words would come to say otherwise. "I don't know what I am."

「 11 」Now lusterless ophthalmics has since drained themselves of whatever life they seemed to have left as they peered beyond the melanated Jaguar standing before her and into the black void of nothingness. Nothingness where nothing would begin to cloud her mind. It was a lost cause. She was far too gone. On the surface, it looked as though she was looking at him, but really, she had been looking right through him. To be honest, Nymvial didn't know what she was. A vampire? Sure thing. But she couldn't bring herself to simplify her new life stage in such a minimalistic way. A couple of hundreds years before, her answer wouldn't have been the same. *A human. A person. Somebody...* But Nymvial hadn't been either of those. Her livelihood, her right to humanity have been stripped from her one fateful night by a man who hadn't the right to beg to mercy. Fanged dentition began to lower themselves upon her plump lower labium, eventually piercing it, leaving a minuscule creeping strip of blood to come trickling down her sharpened jawline. Her hatred for that man was evident, and Nymvial would most certainly find him one day. For painfully long years, years and years and years, Nymvial had to suffer immensely with the newfound thirst she'd obtain from the early stages of being turned into a vampire, and many times did she attempt to just lay there and pray death would come to collect another soul at some point. But going against what you're programmed to do is far more difficult than anyone could imagine. How many carnivorous animals you know of could stop themselves from trying to hunt when they were hungry? Probably none. She was the same way. She was no different from a goddamned animal now, and there was virtually nothing she could do about that. Besides sulk In her own misery at the fact that the life she'd known was no more. And that said a lot since the life she knew before was no better than the one she lead now. Life.

Life was such a bitch to any and everything that had it. Oh how she wished she could cheat the system. To be Frank, Nymvial cared not for her own life. The only time she did was when she thought about finally getting her quaking, skinny fingers on that sweet sweet revenge she had promised herself. And once she could get a hood hold on that? She'd successfully cut her own life short. Shorter than what it needed to be. To her, 200 something years greatly succeeded what she was supposed to have. For a moment, the warmth of tranquility began to take its course throughout the trembling frame of the demoness as she remained mentally absent from where she had currently been standing. But like all good things, it didn't last forever. Those lifeless silvern orbs of hers began to travel downwards upon a new sight. A Jaguar, but one that had been stalking around her on all fours, like it should've been. Cautiously, the woman began to stagger backwards, arms just barely offering enough balance to keep her standing upright. Now glimmering golden eyes belonging to the beast had took on a new predatory glare to them. The beast's rounded shoulder blades would arise and fall again which each step the stalking Jaguar took all whilst enraged roars and snarls began to pull themselves upwards from the depths of its chest. Incoherent mumbles started to come splurging out from Nym's bleeding mouth as she fleetingly threw both of her hands up to mask her from the sight, protect her from the view she had just been unsettled by. Nymvial could've sworn that if she could close her eyes any tighter, one of her veins would've popped! Then there was silence...

「 12 」*It's quiet...* Sing song vocals chimed and echoed within the systems of her mind, her thoughts. *It's quiet!" She exclaimed, causing the woman to reopen those lost eyes and remove her hands from her face. And there he was. Kaz, had been standing right in front of her again. Now blinking to readjust her line of sight, Nym took a step back, almost wanting to ask where she'd been. But a new interruption had her square cranium whipping aside, brows now furrowed with blatant dismay. Her heightened senses had picked up on a rather familiar sound. Feet. Human feet. And there was an alarmingly high amount of them. And voices too. They were talking, but Nymvial couldn't hear enough to comprehend what they had been saying. "Humans ..." She hummed oddly calmly before finally turning towards Kaz. "They're on their way." Without feeling the need to further explain, Nymvial spun around on her heels and began to walk speedily in the opposite direction to where she heard the commotion from. Nymvial never really had the most pleasing interactions with humans, and considering what Kaz had been, Nymvial doubt they'd be remotely welcoming of his presence especially when they hadn't with her, and she resembled a human more than he had. It was completely up to him rather he'd follow behind or not. Now luminous oculars began to dart hastily about, their contents proficiently scanning their surroundings for reliable paths but also in search for any potential threat.
Lisa
*The woman standing before him was a complete enigma to him. She clearly was not human nor was she of any other race or species he had ever encountered. The way she behaved and attempted to interact with him seemed chaotic and alien. It looked as if she was driven by forces that she herself did not understand and certainly had no control over. Given her strange behavior as well as her abnormal appearance, his simple question would seem to be one that could be completely anticipated by anyone observing such an exchange. While her answer seemed odd and one might say even impossible, the reality was that it did not surprise him in the least. Aside from her name, which he did greatly appreciate receiving, she had not provided at any level of detail, any useful information at all. Her response that she did not know what she was fit with everything else. She wore about her shoulders, a cloak that was made entirely of confusion. She held it close about her as if it were an old friend giving her a warm embrace that she had desperately missed for many years. She snuggled within the warm confines of this confusion and seemed to reject any small moment of lucid thinking, as if it might poison her and leave her choking on its bitter after taste.*

*After delivering her brief and utterly uninformative answer, the woman seems to simply stare off into space as if she were really delving back through the annals of time into her own past, reliving old memories or perhaps old nightmares until eventually her eyes begin to move once again. Kaz continues to sit on the ground, unmoving in a non-threatening manner before the woman. His attempts to exude a sense of calming peace and tranquility have failed to have a positive effect upon her. Now as her eyes look down towards where he is sitting, she begins to stagger backwards, a concerned look of almost fear written upon her face as if she is seeing something utterly different than what is actually there before her. She begins to mutter incoherently and then throw her hands up in front of her face as if to protect her from some hideous sight. Had there been any doubt remaining, this would have eliminated it beyond the shadow of such thinking. This woman had lost touch with reality long ago and apparently suffers from hallucinations of both sight and sound. It is difficult to say what is the root cause of such mental ailments as this. It could be related to her diet which seems limited to liquid from large animals or perhaps small animals, that part was never really clarified. Another possibility was that she has been living in the wild, on her own, for far too long and has lost the ability to see reality around her. Her mind having snapped from lack of social interactions has now created a fictional reality that she lives within and that nobody else can see or hear.*

*Out of the blue she seemed to have a moment of lucidity and her eyes blinked refocusing on Kaz. Holding her warm blanket of confusion tightly about her she quickly ducked and avoided any possible clear thinking or connection to the reality about her. She began speaking about humans on their way and without another word she turned and walked off quickly leaving the still warm body of the elk she had killed and drained. Kaz watched her rapidly retreating away from the small clearing that had been his camp. He slowly cleaned up the camp, putting things away. He stopped to listen many times but there were never any signs of humans. This far from any town or city it felt nearly impossible that there would be any group in the area. Occasionally there might be a singular hunter or maybe even a couple. He had never run into any though. They were simply more figments of a mind that had lost touch with reality. He felt sorry for her, but she seemed utterly beyond any help he might be capable of providing for her. The entire experience had been utterly surreal to him. He began to question whether this was all some very strange dream and wondered perhaps he had thrown some strange wood upon the fire and its fumes had affected his mind. Over the coming days and weeks these thoughts would frequent his mind, always wondering whether that woman actually existed or was merely a figment of his own mind. One thing that would always bother him about all of this was the fact that no matter how often he checked, the dead body of the elk was always there as proof that something very strange had happened in his life.*