<div class="floatright"><div align="center">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/thumb/0/0f/Tumblr_peecsbhDs51w10awxo1_1280.png/391px-Tumblr_peecsbhDs51w10awxo1_1280.png)<br/><strong>Nug (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=296167.msg14511406#msg14511406)</strong></div></div><br/>A faint smile flickered across Nug's mouth as she nodded and closed her eyes, beginning her count at a slow, even pace.  "One...Two...Three..."  Faintly, above the sound of her own voice, she heard Poz's rapid footsteps as he moved away, but they were soon lost in the distance.<br/><br/>Her own anticipation and desire for the hunt rose with each number she spoke, so that at first her heart rate matched the laconic rhythm of her counting, but before long it had begun to pick up speed.  Her muscles felt restless and a heat had been stoked low in her abdomen, one which did not often come upon her and distract.  The urge to run, to follow the inevitable markings that Poz had left in his wake, were strong and made the idea of ending her count early tempting.<br/><br/>But, she knew better.  The chase was always better with a long count, and if she cheated, then the game would be less fun...for both of them.  Besides, the only reason these little sessions worked was that Poz trusted her, even if cheating the count seemed like a minor infraction, it indicated a disrespect.  When you played such dangerous games, you needed to be extra cautious.<br/><br/>"Twenty-eight...twenty-nine...thirty!"  The moment the last number was out, her golden eyes flew open and she scanned the area around her, knowing that, at least at first, his sign would be so clear a hatchling could follow it.  Sure enough, she spotted the divots in the loamy earth where his claws had dug in for traction immediately and began moving quickly along his trail.<br/><br/>As she followed his trail, she thought back to the first few times they'd played their little hunting game, how swiftly she'd discovered him and the way it had turned into teaching him how to fool her.  The other kobold might have found their little games strange, but she had never much cared what others thought of her, and Poz, in his own way, was the same.  She admired his refusal to relinquish what made him happy, just in an attempt to fit in.  She suspected that might have been what had initially drawn her to him.<br/><br/>When she reached the river, she paused and grinned, getting out of her own head to focus on her surroundings.  Dropping into a crouch where his tracks led into the water, she lightly touched the ground, then lifted her head to look around, calling in a slightly sing-song, teasing, husky voice.  "Such a clever rabbit you are..."  She straightened and slipped into the water herself, moving with it and watching around her intently, trying to think like him...a trick she'd grown more and more skilled at.<br/><br/>Despite her focus, she nearly missed the branch, her eyes having been checking the banks of the river for any sign of wet footprints leading out of the water.  With a grunt, she managed to snag the branch at the last second and pull herself up, settling on top for a moment to catch her breath and scan the ground beneath her.  She didn't think he'd tree himself, just to immediately drop back to the ground, but the moment you stopped anticipating the unexpected, that was the moment you lost your prey.<br/><br/>And she had no intention of losing this prey.<br/><br/>Once she'd determined he hadn't dropped there, she began looking for broken twigs and disturbed leaves, spotting them after a moment and heading in the direction she knew he'd gone.  Her nostrils flared as she deftly passed from branch to branch, as if she could track him by mere scent.  It was as if she could sense him nearby, and feeling as if she were drawing close to her quarry only made the distracting ache that much more intense.  Her breathing had grown heavier and quicker with the increased thudding of her heart and she had to shove the thought of what would happen when she caught up to Poz into the back of her mind.<br/><br/>For a moment, she passed the spot where he'd dropped, but when she realized that she saw no more sign, she turned back and spotted the stony surface with a smile, murmuring to herself.  "Smart...you're getting better and better at this."  The sign of his skill at thwarting her was oddly even more arousing, and she absently pressed her free hand to her lower stomach...just above her hidden sex...before she dropped to the ground.  Standing there silently, she let her gaze go unfocused as she scanned the area...knowing that was often the easiest way to spot a disturbance.<br/><br/>Canting her head, she lifted her slightly rowling voice once more, massaging her stomach as she resists the temptation to let her hand fall a bit further down to caress the place that begged for attention.  "Are you watching me, little bunny?  Keeping track of where I am, so I can't sneak up on you?  Hmm...I'll bet you are.  I'll just bet you're close by, close enough to see me..."  Her eyes focused once more, pupils narrowing slightly as her eyelids droooped and she swung her head about slowly to gaze around herself in an arc.  As she looked around, silent and listening ever so closely, she finally let her hand fall just as she relaxed and let the sign of her arousal show.<br/><br/>Her claw lightly traced the outline of her exposed slit, the opalescent skin flushed by her arousal and softly damp with her need, teasing briefly before her hand drew away and the lascivious sight was once more covered.