Tokugawa Shinjo (Oct 11, 2010 10:05:54 PM)
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Lucinde Duboir (Oct 11, 2010 10:13:15 PM)
::Luci had parked in a designated parking spot. Climbing out, she had on a pair of jeans, slung low on her hips, a pair of boots, and a fitted vintage t-shirt. She had on a backpack, not overloaded, and her hair was piled on her head, keeping her cooler, and she had her gun, holstered, but visible. Mirrored shades on, she walked with long, graceful strides, as she let Duke, little German Shepard puppy, approximately 7 months, trot ahead. The puppy kept running ahead, then back to her, barking occasionally, generally happy to be out with her. She grinned and kept up::

Lucinde Duboir (Oct 11, 2010 10:17:19 PM)
::she smells like vanilla, which seems to be her soap, and to a lesser extent, bug spray and sunscreen::

Tokugawa Shinjo (Oct 11, 2010 10:19:31 PM)
Colors rippled across the scales of his long sinuous body, seeming to shift in a constant real time reflection of his surroundings. From the deep brown of shadowed autumn leaves to the golden yellow of sunlight breaking through onto vibrant patches of dying seasonal grass. His connection to the natural world sang into his very being, filling his mind with the ebb and flow of life and death, painting a picture of the ecosystem around him. Including those who tresspassed upon it. The arrival of the human came to him almost instantly as the natural woodland inhabitants rushed into hiding at her presence, their fear filling his senses as surely as the warmth of the sun or the scent of decaying leaves. Thus he moved, a silent predator, weaving his way like a shadow through the trees. He would let her move deeper into the forest before he approached close enough to see her with his golden eyes. Give her a chance to leave his territory. The dog meant little to him, beyond a miniscule mark in her favor.

Lucinde Duboir (Oct 11, 2010 10:23:08 PM)
::and move she did, following a path, no matter how overgrown it was, she grinned as she followed Duke, calling to him in fluid, perfect French. The dog came back, barking at her, little tail going crazy. She ruffled his fur, checking on him to make sure he was okay, and then began again, letting him walk a bit more. Unaware of being followed, she seemed relatively happy. Finding late-blooming wild flowers, she caressed them lightly with her fingertips, but didn't pluck them, taking a long sip from her water bottle, before continuing, seeking shade from the blinding sun::

Tokugawa Shinjo (Oct 11, 2010 10:30:07 PM)
His massive body rose up into the air behind a thick swamp willow, so common amongst the woods of New Orleans, it's drooping canopy offering him concealment for a time. His serpenting body easily stretched out, moving from limb to limb, then tree to tree, as he began to approach closer. When she finally came into view down below he paused momentarily, his hands gripping a thick tree limb and lifting him up so that he could see her. Large shimmering golden eyes focused, slitted pupils dialating as he drank in every detail of her form and attire. He would take note of the gun then dismiss it, seeking out anything to hint at a more dangerous capability. A long black forked tongue darted into the air, tasting her scent, feeling the heat of her body even from that distance. Deciding she was truly just as she appeared, a mortal girl taking her dog for a walk in places she did not belong, he began to creep closer....

Lucinde Duboir (Oct 11, 2010 10:42:21 PM)
::and she was just that, a mortal, taking her dog for a walk. She moved gracefully, for a human, and seems more wary than most. More aware... she paused occasionally, looking around, listening. It seemed more second-nature though, than her actually hearing anything. She sighed out as she felt the shade slide over her skin. Her skin was warmly, healthily tanned, and as her skirt was skimming the tops of her low-slung jeans, one might catch a colorful glimpse at her left side and hip. Leaning against a tree, she pulled off her pack, bending over it, and pulling out a small tupperware, she poured some of her water into the tupperware, whistling for Duke, and giving it to him:: Mon petit chien... un beau chien.... ::ruffling his ears affectionately, as she pulls out an apple, crunching on it. Plump lips went over the flesh of the apple hungrily, canines digging in deep::

Tokugawa Shinjo (Oct 11, 2010 10:59:39 PM)
With the silence of a stalking predator, his massive body moved unknown through the tree tops until he posed above her. His scaled had continued to shift with the changing environment, deep greens and browns that blended perfectly with the thick limbs and leaved canopy, but now that changed. As he darted down, plummeting like a spiraling meteor towards the ground, his scales became a bright emerald green, each one individualy outlined in baleful blood red. A blur of color would confound her eyes momentarily as the insanely fast creature wound it's long sinuous body around her, tree and all, trapping her beneath coils of warm scaled skin, leaving the apple to fall helplessly to the forest floor. His bright ivory horns flashed in a ray on sunlight as he first turned to Duke, his fangs bared as he stared the animal down. It would instinctively sense what this magnificent being was. It would submit without the slightest protest. When he rose back up, however, it was time for those large gleaming golden orbs to lo

Tokugawa Shinjo (Oct 11, 2010 11:00:04 PM)
lock onto Luci. Fangs the size of daggers receded back into his mouth, folding back to disapear behind his all too human lips. Small golden chains danced and swayed from his horns across his brows with his flurry of movement. When she looked into those dagerous narrowed eyes her soul would leap in recognition. This was a being who had seen creation itself. Who had taken part in it's formation. The coils continued to tighten around her, ripping bark from the tree, sinking in against her body uncomfortable until beathing, let alone movement, became something of a chore. When he spoke, his deep baritone voice carried a veintly hissing after tone, punctuated by the occasional tips of a forked black tongue slipping past his lips. "You tresspasss human. You have destroyed much with your cities...would you come to hunt here as well? Would you destroy what little remains of the world we gave to you?"

Lucinde Duboir (Oct 11, 2010 11:07:10 PM)
::Luci had about a milisecond to know she was fucked.... before she found herself slammed against the tree trunk behind her, the breath knocked out of her, as she was taken -totally- by surprise (no one ever expects an attack from above, unless you're in a horror movie). Duke manages -one- bark, before he fell silent, just watching now, down on his paws, his belly in plain subserviance. Her eyes seeing stars for a few moments, after her head went back on the tree, and she wasn't sure if she was seeing things, the brilliantly flashing colors whirling around her eyes as she was attacked. Her body froze, the "flight-or-fight" adrenaline response kicking in. (more coming)

Lucinde Duboir (Oct 11, 2010 11:12:31 PM)
It took a few moments for her to realize that she was -bound- to the tree.... in a matter of -seconds-... that alone got her attention. Her sunglasses were knocked off her head, revealing brilliantly green eyes, that were slightly dazed, but recovering quickly. He could see the -exact- moment that she did... those eyes went wide... and then wider than that. It was a moment later that she felt the restrictive coils steal the breath from her again, her lungs desperate for the air that was already knocked out, and she gasped in a shuddering, stuttering breath, as she struggled... for a moment, before realizing the hopelessness in -that- direction. As it -spoke- to her, she wasn't sure she was dreaming.. not... entirely sure...Staring openly at the... creature... before her, she was struck dumb momentarily, before she spoke in English, her voice was soft and obviously -terrified-, but... managing to look at the creature:: I.... I... no. I'm...... I'm walking.....

Tokugawa Shinjo (Oct 11, 2010 11:24:46 PM)
His lip curled distastefully as he glared down at her. One strong hand reached up then, grasping her chin between his fingers. She may be surprised to find that his skin was soft to the touch, his smooth pale torso having the outwards appearance of sculpted marble. In his powerful grip, he easily kept her head still, her gaze lifted up into his own. She could feel the scaled length of his lower body edge around her, opening a small gap for his other hand to relieve her pistol from it's holster. He lifted it up in his fist so that she could see it before his muscles tensed like steel cables, his jaw clenching in obvoius effort as the carbon fiber warped to uselessness within his grip. "Lie again, child, and I will feed you to my children. This is no walking stick. This is a tool for hunting...a tool created to kill."

Lucinde Duboir (Oct 11, 2010 11:31:45 PM)
::she gasped softly at 'it' -touched- her, expecting it to hurt... as though it -should- have hurt. Watching his slitted eyes, she felt herself caught, as it slowly dawned on her.. this was waaaaay too real for this to be a dream. This... thing... it was touching her, reacting to her... squeezing her... un...squeezing her. There was -one- fleeting moment of hope in her eyes, as she felt his coils start to ease up on her easily-squishy body, and she breathed out, grateful to be able to breathe in again. She drew a long breath in, before her eyes flit to his hand... holding her gun. His coils can feel her tense again, before she looks like those green orbs were going to go out of her head, before they went to his eyes again. Her body was shaking slightly, though she managed cool control of her voice... purely training kicking in:: I.... I bring it for my own protection... only the defense of myself... and my dog. I don't.... I don't hunt...... walking... Only walking....

Scratchy McPhearson (Oct 11, 2010 11:39:21 PM)
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Tokugawa Shinjo (Oct 11, 2010 11:40:47 PM)
He narrowed his eyes, his penetrating stare threatening to open her up and spill forth any deception she may be attempting to hide. The coils remained compassionately loosened so that she could breath, but they were still tight enough to bind her arms at her sides, her back firmly to the rough bark of the tree. He drew his gaze away from her then and looked to Duke. For several moments he simply stared at the dog and if she didn't know better, it seemed there might have been some sort of silent communication doing on between the small animal and his awe inspiring creature that held her. When he looked back to her a bit of the edge had left those narrowed golden eyes but she could still feel the predatory aura linger about him. An aura said he would enjoy eating her as much as conversing with her. "You are a member of the mortal law enforcers. Your partner has pride for you", he said in that deep hissing tone. Whether it was good, or bad, would be difficult to say. "But I can taste your fear.....", his tongue

Tokugawa Shinjo (Oct 11, 2010 11:40:56 PM)
flicked out again, it's sharp tips briefly touching her cheek before he continued, "..you must have some sway over the others though. Can you stop them from coming here?"

Lucinde Duboir (Oct 11, 2010 11:49:38 PM)
::she watched him, blinking as he stared. Her eyes were open... it seemed ridiculous to even think about lying to this thing. It seemed suicidal as well... this... almost seemed like lying to God... like.. it would just irritate him if she did that. And this... creature... seemed easily irritated... and as though it might eat her.. if she irritated it. Watching Duke, thanking any lucky starts that were even remotely shining in her general direction that she adored her puppy as much as he adored her, and she looked to him again. She winced a bit, as he licked her. He could taste the bug spray, sunscreen, and vanilla soap on her skin, a faint sheen of sweat as well:: I... I can't.... I don't... I am a CSI... I'm not... in charge of... things like that....

Tokugawa Shinjo (Oct 11, 2010 11:57:29 PM)
A flash of anger, of irritation, lit up those glittering golden orbs for a moment and she could hear his scales slid across each other like shifting porcelin. It was obviously not the answer he had wanted to hear. Despite that, however, he would not fault her that lack of control. He honestly didn't believe that any human being could reign in their species destructive maneurisms and he had to admit to himself if she had said she had, he would have not believed her and assumed she lied simply to escape. That fact caused his hand to draw away from her face, his soft fingertips sliding down her jaw line as he released her from his grip. His other hand released her mangled firearm, dropping it absently to the ground at her feet, before he slowly began to back away. The coils of scales that made up his long sinuous body began to unwrap from around her as well, leaving her to lean against the tree and for the first time since he had arrived, support her own weight. "CSI....", he said to himself, his gaze moving to

Tokugawa Shinjo (Oct 11, 2010 11:57:37 PM)
peer out into the woods as if deep in thought. He searched the mortal memories of his host to find meaning. "Some sort of investigator....if you leave with your life this day...what will you tell others of this encounter?"