<span style="color: #FF8000">Alright, so the male was not playing fair in any way, shape, or form. But what did it really matter? Life wasn't always about playing fair, though honor should never be tossed so blithely away. This however didn't really involve honor though. Stalking a female the male had simply heard whispers and rumors about. Zelena, her name was though he had not heard a last name to accompany the first, much less a middle. That was not interesting upon itself however, as rumors where never really accurate. What did interests the male was the nickname that had been bestowed upon her. The Shapeshifting Mistress indeed. He absolutely had to inspect somebody who was given that nickname. So here Caguuror was, slipping from shadow to shadow as if he belong to them. Which in fact was exactly what he did, or at least in this form. A shadow demon form, complete with glowing red eyes and razor sharp claws capable of penetrating though a body and attacking the very soul with in somebody. Though these where not the traits he was interested in at the moment. He slide along the ground like liquid oozing beneath the crack of a door, completely unseen and unheard for he was truly not even moving, but sliding from shadow to shadow through the woods that surrounded this cursed farm. He never travel far away from the road, or the beaten up rusty junker moving down it with a deafening roar. That was his target, or at least the dazzling female inside of it was.<br/><br/>The male slid to the next shadow and stopped, gazing upon the gap before him suddenly. It was to long to simply slid from one shadow to the next as he had been. Thinking quickly as he watched the car roaring away, he quickly picked a different form. The shadow demon form he had in quivered, and began to shrink slowly upon itself. The blackness seemed to solidify and coalesce , and light brown fur rippled along the figure's changing shape. Bones ground together and snapped in thousands of places before being knit back together in the correct positions and a long bushy tail erupted from the rear end of the figure before silence suddenly filled the hot motionless air. The man quickly scampered up the nearest tree in to his new form's most natural habitat. The small creature boldly leap from the branch of one tree to another, catching the swaying limb and skittering along it with ease. Nothing was unusual about a squirrel playing in the trees, even by itself. Finally, the male Rodentia paused, looking down upon the stopped vehicle. The door was still open, but the engine was off. The small rodent considered helping the female, and decided against it. He should find her first.<br/><br/>Leaping to the ground, he scampered along the ground the up on to the rusty iron fence that had blocked the female's path and forced her to proceed on foot. He would fix that later, once he found her again. Noticing several broken sticks and crushed leaves leading away, the squirrel scooted along, finally coming upon a second barn hidden far back on the lot. Clambering up a tree, the little critter judge the distance and leap like a gymnastics champion and thudded gently against the room. Then it skittered across the roof, tiny nails scraping disturbingly across the tin like hundreds of talons tapping upon the metal. Finding a small opening in the roof, the animal squeezed inside and dropped on to a rafter. Gazing downwards upon particularly grisly scene, the tiny critter remained unfazed, though any normal animal would have smelled the death scent with in this barn and remained far away. Spotting his prey, he stalked along rafter slowly, tail twitching from side to side before moving to hang upside down from the old wooden beam. Pausing above and behind the girl, he dropped to the floor with a soft thump and sat back on his tiny haunches, gazing up upon the girl with pupiless eyes that gleamed like molten pools of gold.</span>