[The Primal Forests - 'Little Death']<br/><br/>Deep within the Primal Forests, lurked a creature of a darkness which hung in the shadows, her agile movements swift and hard for the human eye to follow. The thick canopy above cast long shadows, cut across with brief glimpses of blinding flashes of light. Her amber eyes gleamed looking this way and that as she sniffed the air, her strong hands grasping the bark of the tree upon which she clung. She clambered higher up, glancing down on occasion as she moved from one branch to another, searching for unsuspecting prey or unwary hunters to pounce on. She hardly remembered to look up herself, as she had very little need to. She was the dominant preditor within her territory, after all, and a swift scuffle and a few poisoned darts would send many of her viable rivals scurrying before long.<br/><br/>The Nargacuga kept moving, peering about, searching, sampling the air as necessary as she made her usual rounds, unaware of the fact that she shared this part of the forest with another preditor, one that she had yet to formally meet. She was not one for formalities, after all, and prefered her encounters with non-prey to be ones of brief yet vicious matches of dominance. Her slitted eyes widened as she heard slight movement below her. Prey, perhaps? In any case she froze and waited for it to draw closer...<br/><br/>------------------------------<br/><br/>[The Ancestral Steppes, Desert Region - 'Gentle Demon']<br/><br/>The intense midday sun blazed down upon her, the heat absorbing into the black coloration of her armored body. She stood firm and unconcerned, however, eyes scanning the horizon as her gaze became blurred by the superheated air hovering over the sunbaked sand. She stepped forward, glancing side to side on occasion as she walked, her attentive eyes watching for any movement while seeking desert plants on which to feed. Her thick, clawed hands hung by her sides, her fingertips almost touching the sand upon which she walked, ready at a moment's notice to dive below the sands or block a predator's assult. She often spent her days in isolation and peace, however, and rarely directly engaged hunters that entered her field of vision. In most cases, all but experianced hunters would shy away from her in fear of her race's power, speed, and strength, and unlike her more wild cousins she did not inherit their highly aggressive nature, a fact that only became more evident in the name the local tribesmen had coined for her, Gentle Demon.