Amahan Iduth was suspended high within the horizon, molded perfectly in a crescent formation and radiating rays of illuminating light upon those beneath her. The stars were plentiful, contorted in various patterns (if one could truly call it that) with a faint glow and neighboring the moon that many creatures, especially night-walkers, called their ‘mother’. Elki preferred daylight himself, yet the twilight never failed to captivate him with it’s beauty, it’s peacefulness. Where in the light the Sheep and animals lurked, became rambunctious as the hours passed, the dusk staid calm and provided a serenity that any would admire. And, if it was anything to add, he had discovered he couldn’t imagine seeing Collette in anything other than the late evening. Seeing her in the morrow did not place right, and the moon’s lambency seemed to shine just for her and her alone.
Their meetings have commenced over the few weeks, and had all gone and ended swimmingly and did not prove to be an arduous task. Obscuring his whereabouts with his pack was, at first, difficult - but he had not failed in making an excuse to see the vampire that was believable. At first his mother had been skeptical when he had subtly told her he wished to hunt in solitude, or take a walk to clear his mind; of course this was expected. A mother was supposed to worry when it came to her children, and Elki did not expect anything different. But tonight, he was blowing off an extremely essential orientation for a new pack member that had been blessed into the group to see Collette, by sneaking away entirely. For the son of the Alpha to not show up was unheard of and he knew he’d get an earful from his father later on. But to see the woman he had grown to care for, the woman that made his heart pulse in mirth…it was entirely worth the consequence he would deal with later.
Maybe a week ago he wouldn’t have the same opinion. He would have told Collette that they would meet at another time and attend the blessing as he should. But lately, Elki had an entirely new perspective on things.
Crouched deep within the brush, the young Garou studied the woman in question from the distance as she stood, the bow and arrow that had been passed to him from his father held tightly within her hands. It took a great deal of convincing for him to finally allow her to work with it, all things considered, and Elki was a bit nervous. He trusted her enough that she would not damage it, or use it against him, but getting rid of the scent was something he had not quite yet thought of. He followed her movements as quietly as he was able to, bright amber irises of his wolf in a quarter transformation sharp and keen, enabling him to take in the surroundings about the pair of them without losing his focus upon her. Her stature radiated a confidence that made him grin, and she seemed to know what she was doing under his instruction.
Elki had sent her to gather a feast for the pair of them; something she could drink from and something he could eat. He held enough complacence in her to believe she would get the task done without any issues; Vampires held enhanced senses just as werewolves had, and he had confidence that she could shoot an arrow with a bewildering accuracy. And he looked forward to seeing her in action. If she looked attractive just standing there with a bow in her hand, he didn’t doubt she would appear twice as appealing shooting for, or chasing after another mammal. That was only partially the reason why he had decided to follow her so deep within the depths of the topiary.
Sitting back against the base of a tree trunk some length away from Collette, Elki folded his arms along his bare torso and grinned in amusement. Wolven ears easily picked up the intonations of the wildlife around them, the miniscule thump of their hearts in the distance. He could quite easily see she was concentrating. It was only when she raised his bow had his smirk fell, as the arrowhead was directly pointed in his direction. He remained as he was however, having full confidence in himself that he would be able to stop the arrow before it had even hit him and if not, that he would fling himself out of the way in time to avoid being killed. What did she think she was doing? Had she known he was here, or had she mistaken him for an animal? Elki wouldn’t have been surprised, yet his scent would have surely let her know he was hanging about.
In less than a fraction of a second the arrow was released, breaking through the warmth of the air and piercing itself directly into the tree trunk - just narrowly missing his face. For a second Elki froze, eyes wide, before he turned to stare at the opposing object that could have very well ended his life. He could hear her giggling however, and instantly realized this is what she had been doing all along. He gripped the body of the arrow and yanked it from it’s position, hauling himself to his feet. A crooked smirk grew upon his handsome features as he lurked within the bushes as silently as he could, easily camouflaged by the pigmentation of his clothing and olive skin, giving no indication of where he was. Elki released a playful growl, one inhumane yet light with his good intentions, and before he knew it he had launched himself at the unsuspecting vampire, constricting his arms around her waist and bringing them both to the ground, only twisting so he would break the fall.
Grinning up at her, he said, “I don’t think I’m the one you should be hunting, m’lady.”
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