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Her lungs burned and her calves were cramping but still she pushed on. Leaping from one gnarled mass of cypress roots to another over the murky black water, Amberelle made her way deeper into the swamp. Reaching a large open expanse she paused, breathing in deep gulps of the warm night air. Leaning back against the tree she stood on, the blonde wiped the sweat from her brow while she slowed her panting. Part of her knew she shouldn't be feeling the effects of her exercise so acutely after just an hour but then again she hadn't fed properly in days so her body was weakened. As if on cue her stomach growled loudly.

"I should have eaten some of the blood I brought before I went out," she muttered. Pushing herself up, her eyes scanned the overgrown area before her. At first glance it seemed like a large clearing, thick with grass and plants. That was a common misconception made by outsiders, Amby knew. The swamp was filled with these floating islands, thick vines that had formed a carpet of plant growth over the water and waited to lure unsuspecting hikers to a watery mess. She'd simply have to skirt around it.

He had kept pace with her as she moved. Her body was fast, and her movements were graceful and agile. It made Him eager to stalk her, to see how she would scream when He appeared before her. Would she run? Would she fight? Oh, those that fought were so much fun. They always cried the hardest in the end. But right now he wanted to chase, to nip at her heels as she fled and stumbled. So hard to stay silent, but He did. Not yet, not yet, he cautioned himself. Let her stray just a little further from her home.

Glancing at her watch, Amberelle saw it was barely midnight. She'd come quite a distance in her run and was entering an area she had never explored before. Curiosity filled her, making the blonde eager to push on ahead now that she had her second wind. The growth here was very dense and gave her the impression no one had been through here in quite some time.

A strange sound reached her ears and she froze. Amby dropped to a crouch, unconsciously sniffing the air around her. Her right hand moved slowly down and slid a knife from its sheath and her eyes scanned the area intently. A few feet in front of her she spied what had made the noise as a large water moccasin slithered towards her. Her lip curled up and she waited, watching the snake intently. There was a time it would have made her nervous, they were quite poisonous. Amberelle really disliked reptiles, and snakes especially, but she'd grown used to having to deal with them here. Its shiny black form rose up and darted out to strike at her with fangs glinting. Amberelle twisted her upper body out of the way and chopped its head from the body cleanly. She rose and stepped over the thrashing carcass.

He was frozen, not even daring to set His foot down as He watched her through the trees only a few yards ahead. Something had spooked his little doe and it made Him curious how she calmly dispatched the pesky snake. Oh yes, this one was a fighter and she would provide Him with lots and lots of fun. Maybe He would keep her around for a few days.

Just when she was about to turn around and begin heading back to the cabin, it had been several hours now and her hunger was rising, Amberelle felt something strange. It was like eyes on her, making her skin crawl. A strange sensation washed over her and made the hair on the back of her neck bristle. The blonde crouched low, a whining growl starting in her throat. Pulling both daggers from her thighs, she sniffed the air. Her eyes darted around the underbrush and trees around her. Something was out there, and it was sending the feline in her into a serious hissy fit.

Inhaling sharply, she saw a hulking figure rise up from a patch of brush and move towards her slowly. He was downwind so she hadn't smelt him until now. And smell him she did, a foul and rotten stench like old, wet dog. Her eyes grew wide with shock at the strange hairy beast. It was.. "Wookie?" she whispered, astonished. All of the tour guides who worked this swamp had mentioned the legend of a Sasquatch living in the swamp but reports of seeing him were even rarer than your normal crackpots' claims. Mostly because there were far more famous sightings, and far easier places to try and track such a beast.

Throwing his head back, the creature before her let loose a mighty roar. Amberelle felt her heart pounding and tensed up as she fought the urge to bolt away. Hissing loudly, she began to move backwards slowly, staying crouched low and her eyes never leaving the behemoth. Amby felt anger building up inside when the sounds of deep rumbling laughter could be heard from him.

It took Him a moment to comprehend the strange noise He made. Laughter, what an odd thing. His little doe was curled up like a frightened little pussy cat, her long claws glinting silvery in the dim light. He shuffled towards her and she shrank away. Most interesting. He could smell her fear but she didn't run. He could almost taste her anger but she did not attack. What could He do to tip the scales? Lifting a large tree limb He sent it flying towards her.

It was so hard to fight the urge to attack, but Amberelle wasn't going to mindlessly slaughter what was possibly some simple minded creature as scared as she was. Or maybe he was simply trying to defend what he viewed as his territory. The Creole was going to just slowly back away and leave him in peace when suddenly a small tree was flying through the air at her head. With a loud scream Amby dove out of the way and started to run.

At last. His doe had run, females were so skittish. Now to the chase. He howled into the night and followed.

Description
Her lungs burned and her calves were cramping but still she pushed on. Leaping from one gnarled mass of cypress roots to another over the murky black water, Amberelle made her way deeper into the swamp. Reaching a large open expanse she paused, breathing in deep gulps of the warm night air. Leaning back against the tree she stood on, the blonde wiped the sweat from her brow while she slowed her panting. Part of her knew she shouldn't be feeling the effects of her exercise so acutely after just an hour but then again she hadn't fed properly in days so her body was weakened. As if on cue her stomach growled loudly.

"I should have eaten some of the blood I brought before I went out," she muttered. Pushing herself up, her eyes scanned the overgrown area before her. At first glance it seemed like a large clearing, thick with grass and plants. That was a common misconception made by outsiders, Amby knew. The swamp was filled with these floating islands, thick vines that had formed a carpet of plant growth over the water and waited to lure unsuspecting hikers to a watery mess. She'd simply have to skirt around it.

He had kept pace with her as she moved. Her body was fast, and her movements were graceful and agile. It made Him eager to stalk her, to see how she would scream when He appeared before her. Would she run? Would she fight? Oh, those that fought were so much fun. They always cried the hardest in the end. But right now he wanted to chase, to nip at her heels as she fled and stumbled. So hard to stay silent, but He did. Not yet, not yet, he cautioned himself. Let her stray just a little further from her home.

Glancing at her watch, Amberelle saw it was barely midnight. She'd come quite a distance in her run and was entering an area she had never explored before. Curiosity filled her, making the blonde eager to push on ahead now that she had her second wind. The growth here was very dense and gave her the impression no one had been through here in quite some time.

A strange sound reached her ears and she froze. Amby dropped to a crouch, unconsciously sniffing the air around her. Her right hand moved slowly down and slid a knife from its sheath and her eyes scanned the area intently. A few feet in front of her she spied what had made the noise as a large water moccasin slithered towards her. Her lip curled up and she waited, watching the snake intently. There was a time it would have made her nervous, they were quite poisonous. Amberelle really disliked reptiles, and snakes especially, but she'd grown used to having to deal with them here. Its shiny black form rose up and darted out to strike at her with fangs glinting. Amberelle twisted her upper body out of the way and chopped its head from the body cleanly. She rose and stepped over the thrashing carcass.

He was frozen, not even daring to set His foot down as He watched her through the trees only a few yards ahead. Something had spooked his little doe and it made Him curious how she calmly dispatched the pesky snake. Oh yes, this one was a fighter and she would provide Him with lots and lots of fun. Maybe He would keep her around for a few days.

Just when she was about to turn around and begin heading back to the cabin, it had been several hours now and her hunger was rising, Amberelle felt something strange. It was like eyes on her, making her skin crawl. A strange sensation washed over her and made the hair on the back of her neck bristle. The blonde crouched low, a whining growl starting in her throat. Pulling both daggers from her thighs, she sniffed the air. Her eyes darted around the underbrush and trees around her. Something was out there, and it was sending the feline in her into a serious hissy fit.

Inhaling sharply, she saw a hulking figure rise up from a patch of brush and move towards her slowly. He was downwind so she hadn't smelt him until now. And smell him she did, a foul and rotten stench like old, wet dog. Her eyes grew wide with shock at the strange hairy beast. It was.. "Wookie?" she whispered, astonished. All of the tour guides who worked this swamp had mentioned the legend of a Sasquatch living in the swamp but reports of seeing him were even rarer than your normal crackpots' claims. Mostly because there were far more famous sightings, and far easier places to try and track such a beast.

Throwing his head back, the creature before her let loose a mighty roar. Amberelle felt her heart pounding and tensed up as she fought the urge to bolt away. Hissing loudly, she began to move backwards slowly, staying crouched low and her eyes never leaving the behemoth. Amby felt anger building up inside when the sounds of deep rumbling laughter could be heard from him.

It took Him a moment to comprehend the strange noise He made. Laughter, what an odd thing. His little doe was curled up like a frightened little pussy cat, her long claws glinting silvery in the dim light. He shuffled towards her and she shrank away. Most interesting. He could smell her fear but she didn't run. He could almost taste her anger but she did not attack. What could He do to tip the scales? Lifting a large tree limb He sent it flying towards her.

It was so hard to fight the urge to attack, but Amberelle wasn't going to mindlessly slaughter what was possibly some simple minded creature as scared as she was. Or maybe he was simply trying to defend what he viewed as his territory. The Creole was going to just slowly back away and leave him in peace when suddenly a small tree was flying through the air at her head. With a loud scream Amby dove out of the way and started to run.

At last. His doe had run, females were so skittish. Now to the chase. He howled into the night and followed.