He waited calmly, his silver eyes sweeping the sky, back and forth, back and forth. Waiting for the signal. His White Blonde hair left to blow and whip in the now strong blowing wind. Waiting for the signal. THERE! Yes, she had been caught, or at least seen. He thrust his hand upwards, a jet of red light spurting from his palm. The reply that asked, caught or seen. From within the woods, the answer to this came, gold light, seen and heading his way. He ran forward.
The look in his eyes declared only fierce determination, he would not let her run away this time. He had been searching for the last of the Larks, the formal word for and ancient breed of half-breeds. The true name for them was in a language long forgotten,Larka, Cats. This half-breed had the same abilities of the cat, and was able to hold human form or a cross between the two species. Upon seeing photos of this young creature, Draco was strongly reminded of one of the cats from the musical. He was positive she was called Jemima( both the charecter and the actual half-breed). He surged forward, through the woods, the pitch black sky holding only the smallest sliver of moon. He reached a clearing and stopped. He heard a rustling in the north of the clearing, deeper in the woods. A small female form dashed out of the northern most side of the clearing. The form, from what he could see, was nearly two inches shorter that he was, it ran through the thick grass without making the slightest noise, and he could see the tail of a positively cat like form flick out on her side. He could also see her smooth skin cut smooth coat was made up mostly of black, minus a splotch of white an her right hip, a jet blaze of white ran from right above the middle of her back down across both shoulders in a seamless and thin line the open again on her breast narrowing and finally stopping at just under her navel. She ran at him without fear, her gold and copper and green eyes glinting dangerously. Draco stood, awaiting her approach. She came within three feet of him, then, still running strongly, she crouched and launched into the trees canopy nearly 9 feet above the ground.
His eyes watched the spot where she had disappeared into the trees. She may have been small but she was obviously strong. He saw the metallic orbs of her eyes sighing down at him from the canopy. And as he suspected she would, she leaped lightly down landing in front of him. She landed in a soft crouch as Jemima had done while singing 'you see the corners of her eyes,twist,like a crooked pin'. She rose slowly, her eyes searching him, then with a soft his she arched her back and spun around to run back the way she had come. She stopped mid-step seeing the group of ten or more death eaters that had come up behind her. She spun again, facing Draco, and another group of death eaters. Her eyes widened in shock and she made to leap back into the canopy. A sharp blow from Draco's fist sent her stumbling back into the ground, this time, not so lightly. He approached her as she was on the ground. He crouched down in front of her and looked into her eyes, so lit up from the inside with an untamed fury, so full of spirit. She hissed at him and swiped out with elongated finger-nails. He stood up again, and planted a firm kick to her stomach. The small female half-breed gasped slightly and looked up at Draco again, this time although her eyes still held the glint of fury and spirit, they now also held pain. She watched how his eyes seemed to swim, to flow as a sea of silver, then her vision slowly failed her, and her mind swam in blackness. Blackness just as thick as she imagined the silver of his eyes to be.
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The look in his eyes declared only fierce determination, he would not let her run away this time. He had been searching for the last of the Larks, the formal word for and ancient breed of half-breeds. The true name for them was in a language long forgotten,Larka, Cats. This half-breed had the same abilities of the cat, and was able to hold human form or a cross between the two species. Upon seeing photos of this young creature, Draco was strongly reminded of one of the cats from the musical. He was positive she was called Jemima( both the charecter and the actual half-breed). He surged forward, through the woods, the pitch black sky holding only the smallest sliver of moon. He reached a clearing and stopped. He heard a rustling in the north of the clearing, deeper in the woods. A small female form dashed out of the northern most side of the clearing. The form, from what he could see, was nearly two inches shorter that he was, it ran through the thick grass without making the slightest noise, and he could see the tail of a positively cat like form flick out on her side. He could also see her smooth skin cut smooth coat was made up mostly of black, minus a splotch of white an her right hip, a jet blaze of white ran from right above the middle of her back down across both shoulders in a seamless and thin line the open again on her breast narrowing and finally stopping at just under her navel. She ran at him without fear, her gold and copper and green eyes glinting dangerously. Draco stood, awaiting her approach. She came within three feet of him, then, still running strongly, she crouched and launched into the trees canopy nearly 9 feet above the ground.
His eyes watched the spot where she had disappeared into the trees. She may have been small but she was obviously strong. He saw the metallic orbs of her eyes sighing down at him from the canopy. And as he suspected she would, she leaped lightly down landing in front of him. She landed in a soft crouch as Jemima had done while singing 'you see the corners of her eyes,twist,like a crooked pin'. She rose slowly, her eyes searching him, then with a soft his she arched her back and spun around to run back the way she had come. She stopped mid-step seeing the group of ten or more death eaters that had come up behind her. She spun again, facing Draco, and another group of death eaters. Her eyes widened in shock and she made to leap back into the canopy. A sharp blow from Draco's fist sent her stumbling back into the ground, this time, not so lightly. He approached her as she was on the ground. He crouched down in front of her and looked into her eyes, so lit up from the inside with an untamed fury, so full of spirit. She hissed at him and swiped out with elongated finger-nails. He stood up again, and planted a firm kick to her stomach. The small female half-breed gasped slightly and looked up at Draco again, this time although her eyes still held the glint of fury and spirit, they now also held pain. She watched how his eyes seemed to swim, to flow as a sea of silver, then her vision slowly failed her, and her mind swam in blackness. Blackness just as thick as she imagined the silver of his eyes to be.
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