The Hunter and The Hunted [Vieve X Alexia]

It had been so long since Vieve had a good hunt.

Growing up on the outskirts of Montana, Vieve had spent much of her life outdoors. The last thing she had done with her father before he died was gone hunting. Since she'd been 'Wolf, most of her hunting was done on all fours, because there was nothing as satisfying as tearing at your prey with your own set of teeth.

But now, Vieve was human. She was saving the 'Wolf part of her until she got closer to the thing. She wasn't sure how poisonous it was, and this might be a case where she didn't want to get too close.

The young woman was dressed in camouflage, her dark hair pulled back into a cap, and her face was smeared with dried mud. She'd rolled in the broken foliage and the dirt the snake had already slithered through to kill her scent, remembering that, while they couldn't hear well, snakes had a sense of smell far better than even her own.

She had a crossbow on her back, a quiver of arrows on her hip, and her barretas strapped to her thighs. Some people did it for the money, others for the glory. Vieve did it for the thrill of the hunt.

Well, that and the revenge for eating the students, too. She sort of had to seek vengeance--she was an instructor, after all, it would be bad for moral if she didn't care.

Vieve had reached the end of the trail and gave a frustrated growl. She must have missed something.

She doubled back, being careful to stay in her own tracks, looking carefully for any signs of movement or disturbed brush that she'd missed before. She was being cautious, but she caught a scent and her head swiveled and in that moment, Vieve's foot caught a stick.

It cracked.

Such a tiny sound, but Vieve knew she'd just blown her cover. Sure enough, a medium sized doe burst through and ran through the underbrush. Frustrated, the huntress dug her claws into the nearest tree and lifted herself up onto one of the branches, sitting, waiting, thinking.

She didn't realize there was someone approaching downwind.

Ooc: Since there's a lot of action I'll keep my post a little shorter

BiC:

What?"

Vieve looked up the moment something caught her peripheral view, but the figure was a blur, dashing up the tree and hacking at her branch. The next thing Vieve knew, she was falling.

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Thinking fast, she tucked her arms above her head and landed in a roll, springing to her feet and leaping forward. She narrowly missed getting cleaved in half by something..glowing? Was it a sword? She didn't have time to look.

"Fuck."

Her fingers reached for her gun but she hesitated and dropped her hands towards her boot instead. She didn't want to risk the echo a gunshot would make, and she wasn't a big fan of using such a weapon unless she was absolutely certain she knew what was happening.

Which was certainly not the case.

Vieve took a calculated risk, spinning on her heel and turning towards her attacker, running towards her, hoping that her sudden initiative would surprise her attacker and give Vieve a moment to figure out what she was dealing with.

The ground was disappearing under Vieve's boots and she wished she was barefoot. She couldn't explain it--her life was in danger--but more than anything else she wanted to take her shoes off.

For a brief moment, she considered shifting, but again she dismissed the idea. She'd have to drop all her gear, let alone the energy expenditure, and she wasn't ready to do that just yet.

The woman's sword flash and Vieve's eyes widened in response. The blade was thinner, more agile, and Vieve knew she'd be in trouble. If she didn't change pace--and soon--that blade was going right into her throat.

To complicate matters, the woman spoke: Oh mai...Wot is a lass liek yeu doin' innae place liek this?"

"Wh-What?"she said, thrown off. Vieve rocked back on her heels, her feet skidding into the ground, but she made a fatal mistake.

She rocked back like she was barefoot. Only she was wearing boots. Soft, supple boots, but boots none the less. Her balance was fucked.

Instead of skidding to a half, Vieve kept skidding in the soft dirt until she felt the tip of the sword graze her neck...and fell flat on her back.

This was not going according to plan. Not even close.

And to make matters worse, Vieve's ears caught something faint. There was a crackle of bushes and grass that sounded like something was slithering towards them. Her knife was still in her hand but she'd knocked the wind out of herself.

"Great, summoning your beastie to finish me off?" she said, her chest heaving with her effort to breathe. She locked her eyes with the woman before her, waiting for her next move.

Vieve watched the woman put her sword away, though Vieve missed where she sheathed it. Her breath was coming back and she was starting to plan--it was clear that this woman put her sword away to let the beast finish it's job but then--

--then Vieve was flung out of the way, her back hitting the ground hard, her breath once again shooting out of her lungs. The giant snake slithered past them and Vieve watched it go, her teeth aching in her gums and her fingernails starting to sharpen with her quarry so close to her. She watched it go with a canine whine escaping from the back of her throat.

Foiled, by this red headed sorceress--udging by the sword which seemed to have disappeared. Vieve was still trying to calculate her intentions, because it seemed that she'd pulled Vieve away from the snake, but still had her pinned?

Admittedly, being pinned under a gorgeous redhead in the woods was pretty close to a fantasy Vieve had one Saturday afternoon, but the reality was a little more complicated.

"Well tha' wossa close wun," Now she turned her attention to the stranger and...smiled. Her hands came down to clamp over the girl's wrists. "Anywai, where were we~?"

"You were getting off of me," Vieve said. She was still holding the knife in her hands but it didn't do her much good pinned like this. "And explaining what the hell is going on."

Her lips were parted slightly, tasting the air. She didn't want to lose that trail! She was so close!

"Now wai would aye wan' to do that?

"Because--" Vieve started, turning her attention away from where the snake was and to the women ontop of her. Or, more correctly, on the voluptuous set of sweater puppies straining to break out of the sweater. Hot damn. Was it hot out here?

Vieve suddenly forgot what she was going to say, which was more than a little surprising. She was a warrior for gods sake, but here she was, gawking at a pair of tits like she'd never seen them before.

But dayamn.

Then, she bit her ear, and Vieve knew she was in trouble. She squirmed underneath her captor, giving the slightest whimper...and that's when Vieve had an idea. She wiggled a little bit more, seeing if she could slide her legs up just enough to intertwine them with her captor's, making it seem like she was distracted by, well....everything. Because she sort of was.

What was she doing again?

Oh yeah. Hunting a snake.

That was oddly symbolic.