The Bestial Huntress

Nidalee | Affiliated with rift-academy

[kittykatnidalee-blog]

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[kittykatnidalee-blog]

"Why don't you date Rengar?"

“"Because the damn lion hasn't asked.” Nidalee raised her voice, as though Rengar was listening. “I'm still waiting!” She feigned a frown, but there was a twinkle of amusement in her eyes.

[riftacademy-ezreal]

Ezreal¦¦ - Sparring in the Snow

[kittykatnidalee-blog]

“You? A gentleman? It’s the first time I’ve heard of that.” And with a laugh, she dislodged her spear and got it poised to throw.

As much as she wished she could track Ezreal, the cold wasn’t making it easy. All see was white snow, and all she could smell was cold. The wind bit her ears, but she could at least hear the crunch of his boots in the ice when he moved. Pinpointing his exact location, however was difficult. A challenge. And Nidalee loved challenges.

She heard a noise and turned sharply towards it. Taking a chance, she threw her spear in that direction, changing forms into a cougar to follow it. Contrary to popular belief she didn’t have the unlimited spears that she had on the rift. If she struck Ezreal, well, that would’ve been a lucky shot. Of she didn’t, she could swiftly pick it up.

And then she realized she probably would’ve hurt him quite badly if the spear did hit him. ‘Perhaps I should have throw the blunt end.’

[riftacademy-ezreal]

He heard her voice sharply and her laugh made him smile.  The snow snuffled and creaked underfoot, if he could hear her so clearly she could definitely hear him.

He’d seen her hunt in the rift often enough to know what was coming next. He threw himself flat to the ground and almost too late, the spear flew with terrifying force, catching his cheek as it sailed past. He cursed, now he was bleeding her cougar senses would make this a lot more challenging, maybe he should give up now. Hah yeah right! He kept his position low in the snow, hoping the cold snow would stop the bleeding or at least mask his scent. Aiming at the direction the spear came from he fired off a powerful shot from his gauntlet. 

[kittykatnidalee-blog]

The scent of blood made the hunting instincts within her boil. Without thinking, Nidalee licked her lips. She leapt towards the scent, only to be blasted back by a powerful shot. She skidded in the snow, cursing at herself as she did.

'Too impatient. Wait, Nidalee, and your prey will come to you.' Her cougar mother's words growled in her mind. Shaking her head, she tried again. Her spear was in sight, and she leapt towards it, morphing back to a human form and catching the handle in her hand. Her senses were far more dulled as a human, but she was able to draw on the power of nature to heal her, if only a little bit. Less than what she could heal herself on the Rift, she noted.

"The scent of coward is strong. Come on, Ezreal, you can do better than that," she taunted him, looking around the general area that the shot had come from. Her spear at the ready, she prepared for combat.

[kittykatnidalee-blog]

Snow day- Rengar and Nidalee

[kittykatnidalee-blog]

“You will.” Nidalee replied easily. “But I’m fine, a cold isn’t going to stop me from taking care of the cats.” Rengar treated her like a child sometimes, and she supposed in his eyes, she was. But she wasn’t weak- Rengar should know that. He’d faced her spear before, after all.

She closed her eyes briefly as Rengar petted her- it made her feel like a kitten again, but she found she didn’t mind when he did it. “It sounds to me like you’re the one who needs to grow a thicker coat, what with your low tolerance for the cold.”

[pridestalkinglion-blog]

“My mane and coat is thick enough,” If it wasn’t his feats that fed Rengar’s ego, it was his mane. He held great pride in having his handsome mane. Although he did grew tired of braiding them when the need arose. 

“And I don’t have a low tolerance of cold,” he said with a slight roar, “I just hate snow.” He made his point clear to her again.

He turned and faced home, the sooner he was out of the damnable snow, the better. He was getting peckish. 

[kittykatnidalee-blog]

Nidalee seriously contemplated gathering a bunch of snow in her hands and throwing it at him. Really, he had no sense of fun at all. Well, considering how his idea of fun was hunting...

Nidalee looked down at the snowy grounds, then back to Rengar. Hmm. She had no intentions of going back inside, not while the day was sunny. And warm as it could have been for a snow day. Nidalee made her decision.

The snowball she tossed at Rengar was not aimed very well at all, mostly due to the cold in her fingers. "Come on Rengar, I'm challenging you to a snowball fight. Are you going to back down?" She called out mockingly, an impish grin on her face.

[kittykatnidalee-blog]

"Why don't you date me~?"

"Because I prefer lions to foxes, so to speak." She winked at Ahri and laughed.

[teemoriftacademy]

Event Nidalee¦¦Teemo - Concert

[kittykatnidalee-blog]

teemoriftacademy:

This place was packed with people. It was like a whole hill of ants lead to honey- but way noisier. This whole ‘concert’ thing had piqued her curiosity, but she hadn’t factored in the other people who came to see it too. Already she was starting to regret this. But no, she told herself. It was an experience, and she was waiting for a date. It would be ever so rude to leave now.

It was hard to wait for a date, however, when she had no clue who he or she was. The huntress lingered past the entrance of the place, arms folded around her chest. No one seemed to notice her distinct lack of clothing, which was a bit surprising. Usually, someone would’ve pointed out that it was not good to wear only a bra and makeshift skirt I’m the winter. As cold as it was, Nidalee refused to put on a jacket, or evenness pants. At least the furs that lined her attire kept her somewhat warm; and when her date finally shows up, she’d be easy to spot.

[teemoriftacademy]

Oh my, it was so busy here. In a way he was relieved. Crowds were good places for Yordles to hide! Most of the people here were just the regular folk from the town. Aha there, standing off to the side he saw her. It was Nidalee ‘gulp’, When you spend as much time being hunted down as Teemo had, you really learn to be wary of anyone known as the huntress! Still he was here now and the scouts code was clear that you had to keep to your commitments! She looked both comfortable and very uncomfy at the same time. Obviously very confident with her attire but something about this place was putting her off her game. ‘You and me both’ He thought. He walked up to her, and tried to make himself heard over the noise. In the end he had to tug on her skirt. “Err, Hi, Nidalee. So… How’s it going?”

[kittykatnidalee-blog]

A tug on her skirt made her look down. "Teemo," she exclaimed, both surprised and a bit relieved to see a familiar face. Amongst the noise and the variety of scents, she had completely missed the little Yordle. "For a cat put completely out of her environment, I'm doing relatively well. And what of you? Are you my date for today?"

Nidalee had asked the question with a tinge of amusement, but it soon dawned on her that the Yordle might just be the person she'd been waiting for. No one else seemed to be seeking her out after all. Perhaps he wasn't the person she was hoping to see, but she was happy to see a familiar face nonetheless.

"What do you make of this concert place?" Personally, she wasn't a big fan of the blaring music and crowded spots.

[kittykatnidalee-blog]

Leave one in my ask and I'll make a starter.(made by theladymegara)

Shoot to Thrill: One character teaches the other how to use a weapon.

A New Way To Bleed: One character finds the other passed out on their doorstep in obvious need of help.

Count Me Out: One character convinces the other to go somewhere or try something they don't want to.

Pour Some Sugar On Me: Our characters are in a fight, locked in a candy store over night.

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Am I The Only One: One character can't find anyone to raise a little hell with, except the other. Adventures ensue.

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Rain Is A Good Thing: Our muses get caught in a rainstorm.

Somebody That I Used To Know: Our characters are stuck reminiscing about the past, the only way to get a little closure is to share with each other.

[riftacademy-ezreal]

Ezreal¦¦ - Sparring in the Snow

[kittykatnidalee-blog]

Nidalee raised a brow, looking down to their hands and then back to his face. Judging by the blush and the surprised expression, Ezreal hadn’t meant anything dirty by the words. It was quite easy to see that- but that didn’t save him for a little bit of teasing. “And what kind of play did you mean by that?” She purred, squeezing his hand. And with a laugh, she let go.

“If you want a bit of fun, I’ve been dying to get some exercise. Would a fight satisfy your need to play?” To further emphasise the meaning of her words, Nidalee took the handle of the spear strapped to her back and with a bit of flourish, unsheathed it and stuck the bladed end into the ground.

[riftacademy-ezreal]

Ezreal laughed joyfully as she seemed to let it pass without too much taunting, and besides a friendly bout was exactly what he was looking for. As the beautiful huntress flourished her spear though, he couldn’t help feeling like maybe he was biting off more than he could chew here.

It was starting to snow pretty heavily now, visibility must have been down to a dozen feet or so. He knew that the both of them were pretty much reliant on landing accurate shots but she would destroy him up close.

Oh well nothing else for it;

“I guess I should ask what I’ll get when I win? but I’m far too much of a gentleman for that.” - He winked at her and in a flash of yellow vanished from her sight.

[kittykatnidalee-blog]

"You? A gentleman? It's the first time I've heard of that." And with a laugh, she dislodged her spear and got it poised to throw.

As much as she wished she could track Ezreal, the cold wasn't making it easy. All see was white snow, and all she could smell was cold. The wind bit her ears, but she could at least hear the crunch of his boots in the ice when he moved. Pinpointing his exact location, however was difficult. A challenge. And Nidalee loved challenges.

She heard a noise and turned sharply towards it. Taking a chance, she threw her spear in that direction, changing forms into a cougar to follow it. Contrary to popular belief she didn't have the unlimited spears that she had on the rift. If she struck Ezreal, well, that would've been a lucky shot. Of she didn't, she could swiftly pick it up.

And then she realized she probably would've hurt him quite badly if the spear did hit him. 'Perhaps I should have throw the blunt end.'

[kittykatnidalee-blog]

Welcome to the Cat Cafe | Open Starter

[kittykatnidalee-blog]

Though some cats had already found other things to do, a few younger cats remained around the table determined to get the nice-smelling lady to pet them. The cat in Nidalee’s lap watched them with half-lidded eyes.

“I have not. I only know of a handful of people who ended up in the same predicament we did.” Nidalee answered Diana, sensing her annoyance. “The few I have talked to know little to nothing about this. I, too, was fighting before I woke up here, if it means anything.”

There wasn’t much else Nidalee could talk about with Diana. Though the pair knew of each other, they never spoke much outside of battle. Perhaps living in this town could change that, though Diana wasn’t known to warm up to people. “What kind of job did you get here?” Nidalee asked casually.

[themoonsscorn]

Diana succumbed. Her hands idly scratching behind the ears of a stray kitten stumbling around her legs. It was sort of…. cute she supposed. If you liked that sort of thing. 

“I see…” She had wondered if her failings upon the rift had done something to do with her being sent here but she did not yet have enough information or any inkling as to why anyone would want them cooped up here. She lifted the cup to her lips, hiding the distaste from her expression as she took a sip.

“I was assigned to a hair dressing salon..” She felt almost embarrassed to admit it. It was such a pointless profession. So trivial compared to her former life. Though perhaps she was judging it too harshly, she was shocked to see how well everyone had settled into their new roles here and she felt perhaps she was the one who was wrong - stubbornly holding onto the past as always. “But sadly I am not as at home there as you obviously are here.”

[kittykatnidalee-blog]

"A hair dressing salon?" Nidalee repeated, unable to keep the surprise and amusement out of her tone. Of all the things, a hair salon? She chuckled, but quickly cleared her throat. "Sorry for laughing, but it was... Unexpected." She smiled at the other apologetically. "It's not a profession that I ever expected you to have."

She could sense the other's dismay, too- it was quite plainly written in her expression. "The only reason I'm so at home here is because of the cats," Nidalee explained. "I'm used to being around animals. They made me feel better. Though, I've yet to figure out how to run the machines in the back, let alone run an entire cafe."

Which sort of worried her. Without income, she wouldn't be able to get food for the cats. Hunting was easy for her, yes and she could do so easily but she doubted she could hunt everyday alongside a cafe to run.

[teemoriftacademy]

Event Nidalee¦¦Teemo - Concert

[OOC - After the initial transition paranoia has gone completely as this is an event - so say a fortnight after landing here] Teemo had finally gotten around to using the computer in his dorm room when he spotted a message. A concert? Well this would be a new experience. This place was full of them. So far nothing had happened anywhere near as badly as he feared.  A concert though? What kind would it be, the ticket didn’t say it just said admit 1 of 2 - and a time and a place. Oh well! He hoped the person he met was nice, some of the people here still scared him enough to make his fur stand on end.

[kittykatnidalee-blog]

This place was packed with people. It was like a whole hill of ants lead to honey- but way noisier. This whole 'concert' thing had piqued her curiosity, but she hadn't factored in the other people who came to see it too. Already she was starting to regret this. But no, she told herself. It was an experience, and she was waiting for a date. It would be ever so rude to leave now.

It was hard to wait for a date, however, when she had no clue who he or she was. The huntress lingered past the entrance of the place, arms folded around her chest. No one seemed to notice her distinct lack of clothing, which was a bit surprising. Usually, someone would've pointed out that it was not good to wear only a bra and makeshift skirt I'm the winter. As cold as it was, Nidalee refused to put on a jacket, or evenness pants. At least the furs that lined her attire kept her somewhat warm; and when her date finally shows up, she'd be easy to spot.

[kittykatnidalee-blog]

Snow day- Rengar and Nidalee

[kittykatnidalee-blog]

Snow seemed to evoke a more childish side of Nidalee. Even as Rengar picked her up, her tail swished back and forth- clearly, she did have her fun. Playful growls turned to laughter as Nidalee morphed back into a human. The cold swept over her as the wind picked up.

“Oh come on, Rengar. It’s not so-” whatever she was going to say was cut off by a sneeze. “-Bad,” she continued, as though nothing happened. “A little bit of snow won’t kill you.”

[pridestalkinglion-blog]

“Snow won’t kill, but the cold will,” he growled at her. Putting her back on the ground, he looked at her disapprovingly. “You got yourself a cold now. If you get too sick, who’s gonna watch over the cats?” 

Sighing Rengar petted Nidalee and gave her a look that said “Lets go home now please.” Having a coat of fur is all well and all but it will eventually not be enough against the cold. 

“You should grow a thicker coat you know,” he said jokingly. 

[kittykatnidalee-blog]

“You will.” Nidalee replied easily. “But I’m fine, a cold isn’t going to stop me from taking care of the cats.” Rengar treated her like a child sometimes, and she supposed in his eyes, she was. But she wasn’t weak- Rengar should know that. He’d faced her spear before, after all.

She closed her eyes briefly as Rengar petted her- it made her feel like a kitten again, but she found she didn’t mind when he did it. “It sounds to me like you’re the one who needs to grow a thicker coat, what with your low tolerance for the cold.”

[kittykatnidalee-blog]

Nidalee chuckled as well, low and deep. “It seems like it,” she said. “I’ve caught the scent of many familiar people in this town.” She could distinguish some, but not all of them. Then there were beings like Thresh, who didn’t quite have a ‘smell’. They did, however, have a presence that was easily distinguishable from all else. Her cougar instincts told her ‘bad’, but her human instincts told it to hush so she could speak to the spectral being.

“I don’t suppose you know how we got here, do you?” Nidalee asked him. Nidalee herself had been in a fight of sort when she blacked out, and woke up in her quaint little cat cafe. Perhaps he had a different experience.

[wifestealquints]

Hearing that there were others made Thresh wonder who else had been thrown into this world. They were also possible candidates for knowing more about this place and why or how they got there. With that in mind, the Warden knew he’d have some more work to do the next day. However, he figured that he could spend a little bit of time with a familiar face.

He sighed, eyes coming to a close. “I was hoping you knew something,” he replied and straightened his back a little. “I had been busy ‘tending’ to some souls and then I ended up here out of nowhere. I am sure the Isles are chaos without their Warden there to keep order..” the reaper trailed off and looked at the woman. “I assume you were assigned a job as well?”

[kittykatnidalee-blog]

"I'd always assumed the Isles were chaos even when he was around." Nidalee didn't have much knowledge on what went on where the warden was from, nor did she quite want it. It didn't stop her from making the light-hearted quip, not knowing if she would draw offence.

"I was assigned a job, yes. I'm the owner of a cat cafe." Even just saying it amused her- she smiled at her own words. "Come by some time. The cats would like company."

[kittykatnidalee-blog]

Welcome to the Cat Cafe | Open Starter

[kittykatnidalee-blog]

Nidalee recognized the scent of the Moon’s Scorn. “Diana,” she replied in an amused tone, noting the cats currently rubbing against Diana’s dark clothing. “No problem. I’ll prepare it for you now.” Nidalee stood up and headed to the kitchen, only to realize, she had no idea how to operate the machines. Thankfully, it seemed like someone had foreseen this problem and had instructions written neatly on a piece of paper placed on the counter.

Perhaps the coffee was not the best ever, but Nidalee still served it to Diana in a pawprint mug, with milk and sugar on the side. With nothing else to do, she took a seat opposite Diana. Immediately, a large, white cat jumped onto her lap and she stroked it as she spoke. 

“I don’t suppose you woke up and found yourself in a mysterious place, like I did?”

[themoonsscorn]

Taking a seat Diana observed the place. It was fitting, that she had to admit. The huntress seemed quite at home here, certainly a lot happier than she herself was with this predicament.

As she shooed cat after cat from her lap Diana wondered what exactly was taking the other so long. Perhaps this choice had not been the wisest after all. The pair had no grievances it was true but Diana would hardly call Nidalee a friend. Not that she called anyone that.

Just as she was considering leaving the other approached, coffee in hand along with milk and sugar. Diana took the cup, ignoring the additions, and sipped. It was bitter, burnt, but Diana drank it nonetheless. None of them were exactly in their comfort zones after all.

“Sadly, I do not. The last thing I remember is being struck down upon the battlefield before awaking in my new dorm.” She stated, annoyed to admit her ignorance. “Have you been able to find out anything, Nidalee?”

[kittykatnidalee-blog]

Though some cats had already found other things to do, a few younger cats remained around the table determined to get the nice-smelling lady to pet them. The cat in Nidalee's lap watched them with half-lidded eyes.

"I have not. I only know of a handful of people who ended up in the same predicament we did." Nidalee answered Diana, sensing her annoyance. "The few I have talked to know little to nothing about this. I, too, was fighting before I woke up here, if it means anything."

There wasn't much else Nidalee could talk about with Diana. Though the pair knew of each other, they never spoke much outside of battle. Perhaps living in this town could change that, though Diana wasn't known to warm up to people. "What kind of job did you get here?" Nidalee asked casually.

[riftacademy-ezreal]

Open RP - Sparring in the Snow

[kittykatnidalee-blog]

Nidalee rubbed her head against Ezreal’s hand, feeling more than amused. Had the boy not recognised her? As much as she enjoyed the head scratching it was time to remind him that she was no mere house cat.

She gave Ezreals no warning as she morphed back, standing up and removing his hand from her head gently. “It’s good to see you, Ezreal. You should come by my cafe sometime- I’m sure the cats would love you.” She laughed.

[riftacademy-ezreal]

Ezreal jumped as the cat spoke. 

“Oh, I am sorry Nidalee. I was waiting out here for ages hoping for someone to play with.” He blushed sharply as he realised he’d not taken his hand out of hers, that really could change the tone of what he’d just said.

[kittykatnidalee-blog]

Nidalee raised a brow, looking down to their hands and then back to his face. Judging by the blush and the surprised expression, Ezreal hadn't meant anything dirty by the words. It was quite easy to see that- but that didn't save him for a little bit of teasing. "And what kind of play did you mean by that?" She purred, squeezing his hand. And with a laugh, she let go.

"If you want a bit of fun, I've been dying to get some exercise. Would a fight satisfy your need to play?" To further emphasise the meaning of her words, Nidalee took the handle of the spear strapped to her back and with a bit of flourish, unsheathed it and stuck the bladed end into the ground.

[kittykatnidalee-blog]

Snow day- Rengar and Nidalee

from beneath the snow, Nidalee’s tail twitched playfully as she stalked Rengar. Oh yes, did she know that Rengar hated the snow. That was precisely why she dragged him out here. Personally, she loved the snow, as cold as it was. And she was going to have a bit of fun before she was dragged back inside by the grumpy lion.

Creeping behind Rengar, Nidalee pounced on him, playfully nipping at his shoulder.

[pridestalkinglion-blog]

Rengar fell like a tree, face first into the snowy ground. He gave Nidalee the best fake cry of pain he could muster whilst being muffled by the snow. Pushing himself up with a grunt, he could feel the cold biting his face. He hated snow. 

Grabbing Nidalee, Rengar held her like a child waiting to be scolded, “Had your fun yet?” 

[kittykatnidalee-blog]

Snow seemed to evoke a more childish side of Nidalee. Even as Rengar picked her up, her tail swished back and forth- clearly, she did have her fun. Playful growls turned to laughter as Nidalee morphed back into a human. The cold swept over her as the wind picked up.

"Oh come on, Rengar. It's not so-" whatever she was going to say was cut off by a sneeze. "-Bad," she continued, as though nothing happened. "A little bit of snow won't kill you."

[kittykatnidalee-blog]

Beeep boop

What’s this? You awake to find your computer screen aglow, but who could be messaging you at this time of night. Scrambling out of bed you make your way over to the desk, perhaps knocking a shin or two on your journey, and your blurry eyes try to make out the words in the yellow glow.

----

Nidalee awoke to the screen of her computer glowing. Why, she didn't know. She'd never been able to figure out how to use the device. Grumbling, she walked over to it to turn it off; she must've left it on somehow. But a message caught her eye. "Blitzcrank's conpatibility service?" She said aloud, tilting her head in confusion. When had she signed up? Did she do something wrong by accident?

Nevertheless, the words were already on the screen, giving her a place and time to meet her 'date'. She considered not going for a moment- after all, concerts werent exactly her cup of tea. But after thinking about it, she shrugged and wrote the date down on her calendar. Hey, she paid for this right? She may as well go check it out.

[kittykatnidalee-blog]

Snow day- Rengar and Nidalee

pridestalkinglion

“Nidalee!” Rengar shouted as he looked for her.  “Come on, you know how much I hate the snow!” he continued. Rengar took a few more steps in the snow covered field and sniffed the air for her scent.

Sighing, Rengar wanted to go back inside and rest. He hated snow. “When I find you, you’ll be responsible for getting the snow out of my fur!”

from beneath the snow, Nidalee's tail twitched playfully as she stalked Rengar. Oh yes, did she know that Rengar hated the snow. That was precisely why she dragged him out here. Personally, she loved the snow, as cold as it was. And she was going to have a bit of fun before she was dragged back inside by the grumpy lion.

Creeping behind Rengar, Nidalee pounced on him, playfully nipping at his shoulder.