Connie
The forest surroundings were busy this night- wind flows and howls through the trees over head, the cloudy night sky blankets the forest floor in an almost pitch black and silent veil and the occasional hoot and chirp break the otherwise quiet air. The cluttered forest trees are not empty this night, however, as a trap lays dormant, waiting it's very specific victim. A cage, lined with silver filings lays flat on the ground, ropes spread out the side and rise up the surrounding trees, a pulley system attaches it all together high up in the leaves. The leaves that litter the ground cover the contraption, hiding the cage under the forest floor. The ropes are pulled tight off to the side, ready to be cut to release the mechanism and pull the cage closed.

There are a series of vials smashed onto the leaf-covered cage, a cocktail of liquids that, when combined, form a pungent blood-smelling aroma. The kind of smell that a spray of blood would leave lingering in the air. The smell travels in the wind, made only more serious by the atmosphere created by the near silence and lingering smell. A Danico stands quietly off to the side, hiding in a few bushes, wearing his mask and goggles, holding a knife in preparation for his target to come, waiting patiently to cut the rope and catch his prey.
Joseph
It was almost like she had been drawn to North Feyshore, having grown up there most of her life. She always felt an attachment to this particular kingdom, it could have been through the friends she gained when she lived with the late King or the history she left behind. 

The stars illuminated the night sky, allowing Cecilia to see better through the thick body of the forest. She enjoyed having better vision at night compared to the humans, it's what made her feel safer when running through the maze of trees and shrubs. Eventually the scent of blood engulfed her senses causing her stomach to rumble. She hadn't eaten since that flock she had devoured whilst in Northwind, it never crossed her mind that she was hungry until now. Her path quickly changed as Cecilia ran west to the castle, near where the late King had created a secret entrance that had been sealed a while back. 

The scent never seemed to grow closer as she ran, growing her distractions as she was now only focused on food. She felt the ground collapse under her paw resulting in a yelp escaping her lips. She didn't have time to register what had happened as the silver fillings began to burn at her skin, singeing her fur. Cecilia attempted to shift into her bird form to escape but was left annoyance as the silver prevented her from doing so. She knew this trap was created for a shifter due to the material and complexity of the trap, many wouldn't have used silver specifically if they hadn't intended on using it on her kind.
Connie
With a quick flick, Danico slices through the fabric with his dagger, the tightly-wound rope *Thwips* Off into the trees as the pulley system pulls the sides and top of the cage up, lifting it off the ground slightly. 

"My my!" An ecstatic Danico bellows, muffled behind the red half-mask he wears. With goggles over his eyes and thin plumes of smoke bellowing from the sides of his mask, he approaches slowly, clapping glove-worn hands together in a slow pattern as he approaches. He certainly hadn't expected it to be this easy, especially given the aggressive nature of shifters. So he assumed, anyway.

"You know, you took quite the time to track down, missy. One as agile as you should have been a harder catch than this, I've certainly had a harder time catching less. I must apologise for the excessive measures, however. It is not my intentiom to get hurt tonight, I would be forgiven for taking such *Particular* Precautions." Danico removes a glove before taking out a book and quill, starting to scribble something onto one of the pages. "Alchemical explosive powder. Doesn't have many uses outside of creating fire, but when solidified it leaves dark lines on everything it touches. Good for writing things down in a hurry, you know." He brags as he nods to his victim, going off onto a tangent as if he hadn't just trapped the girl. The alchemist puts the book back into the satchel he pulled it from, before taking a second to examine the girl on the cage, standing close enough to examine and take note of her details wothout danger of her reaching through to strike at him, tilting his head at the audible sizzle as her fur singes. He pushes the goggles up onto his forehead and pulls the mask down below his chin, releasing a puff of incense smoke into the air- smelling of Tenebras and Ghoran flowers, the kind of thing fancy people crush up and stuff into the end of a pipe.
Joseph
Her body dug further into the cage that had been lined with silver fillings once it was released slightly above ground. The more she moved, the more her body burnt. For the first time in years, Cecilia began to whimper. She was helpless and currently had no one to help her out of this specific situation. At least other times she had someone who would try and help her out of the messes she put herself in. In an attempt to grab someone's attention, the large wolf did her best to mentally scream for help to the closest mind besides the one in front of her but it didn't seem possible. Fucking silver. 

Hearing a male's taunting voice, her whimper was immediately replaced with a feral snarl. Her eyes scanned her surroundings until they caught the sight of a strange looking male who was clasping his hands together in a slow form of a clap. As he drew closer, she couldn't help but to snap her teeth towards him. Her fangs attempted to tear out one of the bars but unfortunately the silver made her too weak to do so. Instead, Cecilia was forced to pull her head back immediately before she could do any real damage to her teeth. This meant that she had to subject to his pointless rambling. She hated when people rambled. She never listened to it, she was too focus on finding some form of escape while also dealing with the pain she was currently in. No matter how many times she had run in with silver weapons, she never grew a tolerance to it unless she had adrenaline pumping through her. Even then, the pain was barely bearable. 

*You humans talk too much.* She snapped angrily towards him, wishing he had gotten closer to the cage. *Are you so unsatisfied with your life that you've fallen to capturing some shifter? You might have a lot more fun if you went to a whore house like any other human male.* She commented, not having listened when he mentioned him specifically wanting to capture her.
Connie
Danico let out a chuckle at the shifters assumption of him being a simple human male, an assumption that couldn't be further from the truth. Brothels barely excited him, nor did the idea of *Sins of the flesh*, he is a man of study, after all. Who needs relations and personal contact? All it leads to is misery anyway. No, *Learning* About all the world's strange and exciting things was what he was after. Even if it meant.. *Dirtying the place a little*. 

"Do not mistake me for some backwater filth, shifter." He calls clearly to the girl, correcting her assumption purely as a way to make sure all the facts were known. "It is not unsatisfaction that has me here tonight. But, that's not important right now. I have business that requires your co-operation-" He takes a moment to step closer to the cage, still not close enough to be struck, but close enough to give her a menacing glare- "*Willing or not.*" He continues, turning back with a chuckle before letting out a loud *"Ya!"* To a pair of horses off beyond the bushes that trots over- a large, flat wooden carriage is drawn behind them. He maneuvers the horse so the carriage is situated only centimeters below the cage, before walking off to cut the rope and drop the cage. "But don't worry yourself, girl." He continues as he walks back over- "I won't kill you this night if you simply cooperate. It was my initial intention to bring you in unharmed, but I simply couldn't take the risk. Surely the commiter of the recent murders should know too well." He gives the shifter an almost cocky smile- though petty things aren't usually such an interest to him, he couldn't help but at least enjoy the feeling of capturing a beast. It was satisfying.
Joseph
An icy chill ran down Cecilia's spine after the man spoke, her growl caught in her throat which resulted in her becoming silent. She believed him, the hatred and disgust in his voice for the human race was something she understood well. The way he eyed her caused her stomach to tighten like he had given her a wave of anxiety. There was no emotion besides glee for his handiwork and she could only assume the worst about what he meant. 

*What are you?* She questioned, hoping he would answer her so she could at least try and learn something about him. Maybe she would find something she could use to her advantage. He already seemed to know a little about her but most of it would have been common knowledge, still, she didn't enjoy being a step behind. 

The burning sensation on her entire side gradually increased as the Silver fillings were now searing into her skin, after getting through her thick coat. She was going to murder this man the moment she had the chance to and she was going to make it slow. She had been doing her best to keep her body from being scarred up and now, the wound on her side was going to form an ugly scar. Perhaps only a bald patch in her wolf form if she wasn't lucky enough. With as much strength she could muster, the shifter raised herself to her feet so they were now burning instead and began to walk around the cage. Every step she took sent a searing sensation through her limbs but forced herself to push through it, doing her best to block out the pain so it would be somewhat tolerable.