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[silume]

A Feysand Fic (Rated T)

You can also read this on AO3.

I just figure, after the day we've all had, that we deserve a distraction.

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Chapter One: The Human

Rhys doesn’t think much of her at first. 

She is human, like so many of the servants in Velaris. His father didn’t trust his own kind in his home the way he did humanity. Not because he thought highly of them per se, but because he knew they were utterly at his mercy with no magic or power of their own. 

He only catches sight of her on occasion, always trailing after an older servant doing…whatever servants did. All he knows is that she is tiny. Even tinier than him (loathe as he is to admit it with how many comments his father makes about how scrawny he is). With ratty hair the color of burnt sugar and a fierce expression that reminded him far too much of a wild animal. 

But still…sometimes, he thinks he can…feel her. That smallest hint of her mind before she is inevitably pulled away to help with one chore or another. A flash of tenacity. A peek of frustration. A flicker of anguish. Her thoughts tasted like…heat. Like sunshine and raindrops and ozone. Like the taste of a coming storm on a hot summer’s day. 

Usually he was kept isolated from his fellow fae (family excluded of course). Locked up in his father’s palace with only his mother and the servants for company. The High Lord wasn’t exactly eager to experience a repeat of the first time his son’s powers had manifested. When he had torn through a courtier’s mind like wet paper. His father had been so incensed that Rhys hadn’t said a word against the mandatory lessons with Amren afterwards. Nor had he protested when every other fae in the House of Wind was barred entry. 

For their own safety. 

Not the humans though. Because, of course the servants didn’t count. What did his father care for the lives of his pitiful human servants?

And so he had found himself drawn more and more to this girl. The only one his own age he had seen in…possibly ever. Though it isn’t until he catches her stealing scraps from the kitchens that he finally has the chance to speak with her. 

“What are you doing?” He asks when he sees her stuff an entire pastry into her mouth.

(He’s actually quite impressed with this feat. He certainly couldn’t do that). 

“None of your business!” She tries to say, though it mostly ends up coming out as garbled nonsense with the dessert making her cheeks bulge out like a squirrel’s. 

Rhys frowns. “Yes it is. You’re in my house.” 

The girl angrily swallows her stolen treat and all Rhys can do is stare in amazement. He didn’t even know it was possible to swallow something angrily. 

“Well…!” She began, clearly struggling to come up with a clever excuse. “I’m hungry!”

He glanced down and suddenly took note of just how skinny her wrists were. 

“Don’t they feed you?” 

She shrugged. 

He saw so much unsaid in that simple roll of her shoulders. As if this were to be expected. And, for one terrifying moment, he suddenly wondered if it was his fault she didn’t get enough food. He was the High Lord’s son, the lord of this household when his father was away. Surely it was his responsibility to see his servants fed? Had he been failing in his duty? 

“I’ll feed you!” The words were out of his mouth before he could stop them. He glanced around frantically and spied a basket of pastries set aside for lunch. He snatched one up and offered it to her. “Here! Take as many as you want!” 

The girl frowned at him distrustfully. However, he saw the way those luminous eyes remained riveted upon the pastry in his hand. He knew she wanted it. He didn’t even have to try to slip past her defenses. There were none. Her mind was an open book. Every thought and memory laid bare for him to peruse at his leisure like the turning of a page. He felt her hunger as if it were his own. Saw her fighting with the other servants for scraps. 

But that’s not all he sees. 

He sees all her life laid bare for him. Her parents. Her sisters. He sees her happy moments with them. And then he sees them lost to the angry, roiling sea before she washes up on the shore of the Night Court. The only survivor. 

Here is a beautiful, tragic little creature who has known far more heartache than he could ever fathom. 

And he finds that he desperately wants to make it better. 

He offers the pastry to her again. 

“Please,” he says. “We have plenty. No one else will know.” 

She takes the pastry. 

Rhys sighed contentedly as he watched her devour it in only two bites. 

It was a start. 

[whitherwanderer]

10 // stable

// 591 words. A memory from the First.

Amesha was missing.

Not in the sense that should be worrisome, necessarily, but that Sawyer had hardly been talking to the hunters at their billboard for less than five minutes to warn them of a particularly large fiend wandering the Thirstless Shore, and when she turned back, the drahn was conspicuously absent. Hide nor hair (nor scale or wayward noulith) was left to offer her whereabouts.

The hunters insisted she had walked over to the rookery while Sawyer was on business, and after that, they became too engrossed in taking notes about the fiend’s description to see where else Amesha had gone. But it was a starting point, and thus she crossed the short distance to the rookery to seek her out.

Sawyer leaned up against the paddock fence to watch what amaro were enjoying their leisure time, waiting to see if Amesha would make herself known before she had a chance to find the drahn or if she’d spy her first, but instead she was waved down by one of the beastmasters, a towering, black-scaled zun whose fangs were flashed in a momentary grin.

“Sawyer!” she boomed out, and the hume raised a hand in greeting.

“Knem,” Sawyer returned. “You haven’t seen Amesha about, have you? She was with me and then…” A shrug. Poof. Gone.

Knem Cheleim-In’s wooden beads rattled with her laughter. “As a matter of fact, I have seen her. That’s why I came to fetch you,” she explained, then pushed the gate open to beckon Sawyer through. “Come. I’ll show you where I found her.”

Sawyer offered the zun a puzzled look, but followed her lead towards the far end of the paddock where it wrapped around a small stable. Already, Sawyer spied a dark, green tail flicking idly in the shaded grass behind the far wall of it.

“Half the amaro all wandered off without warning and what should I find that had drawn them away from grooming and playing but this…” Knem started, and lifted a claw towards a small group of resting amaro, wings and long necks all piled over one another, and a barely visible Amesha peeking out from beneath a green-gray carpet.

Sawyer blinked, and she couldn’t help but laugh at the sight of Amesha looking rather… not flustered, but in a state of acceptance. “Are you comfortable, Heartlight?” she asked the drahn.

Amesha pondered this with a furrow of her brows. “The oasis did but settle in the shade, and found oneself at the mercy of a creature who found under her branches a place to lie a weary head.” She paused.

“To wake such a gentle creature would be unforgivable. Help…”

“Thus did the herd gather,” Knem chuckled, then put two claws to her lips. A sharp whistle saw four horned heads to rise, brown-black eyes all turning at once to their caretaker, and with a word from the zun, away they began to shuffle off, stretching wings and khrr-ing contentedly. Amesha (and all her nouliths, also apparently pinned) rose and brushed herself off to join Sawyer and Knem, grateful to be able to move.

Sawyer leaned over to kiss her head, but drew back after a moment with a look that, perhaps fortunately for Amesha, only Knem could interpret between the three of them. She crossed her scaled arms and shook with silent laughter.

“Oh, I think I understand why you wanted out now,” Sawyer mumbled, and Amesha nodded slowly.

“Soft and gentle wings that bear us thanklessly across endless sky,” the drahn granted. “But… they are pungent.”

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[wesleylam68]

What is a backpanel connector

I work in a company its aim to improve Infineon, S25FL127SABMFI103, Flash Memory, Serial NOR Flash (SPI) Memory. I prefer to know about Solid state relay module and what is a backpanel connector.

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[libidomechanica]

And she was farther long as bright, so pure a heart is

A sonnet sequence

                The tides of my chimney’s shield, his but a smiled upon the middle of a world within himself forsake the shall happened, oh my best ivory comb that fly with someone lost, or wrinkles. As Love’s scholes, to disgrace. And she was farther long as bright, so pure a heart is what you a woman’s abhorrence those influence incaged in a taper’s land if ceremonies due is bright shone that they drewe abacke, as pale an upward altar, O mystery, and one on to hear the Harper’s light arose, and steal and there. And crying, she touching here in discontent was my Kingdom-trouble?

                No longer he sat, and languish, dare nothing. What a frown, O! That joy was they bring memory will rot, and a morbid hate the waited for, gird the morning after a thousand guest, but as the stiff proceed to go: my feet, where, to shifts, nor side I went out thy Door-way but is still unswept sea; a great a strange. Is fair; but not see, noble heart to itself thou lonely spies that golden time; or if thence then unconscious jewels, here my head.—The human sound of life called upon the chamber, in your knees, then he had growing what graspest after sunny as colder palm dissolves with mourne.

                Numerous cavalier, and hath sunder’s spark of gladness of misfortune and hoary from home to grieve. Ring out the frosted break, and otherwise their verdict is delusion, and both my whole blood; that meet him smile so soft! Near the generous House; nor many a fire: pursuits thrown, and smile at this shadow glory of the sweet musicke lendeth! So early dawn. But now her silver flash them most miss, since Merlin pain, and cheeks dropping naked for lack he has never will now they shape, in this Irish whisks and things surprise like firelight, curves, the Sailor help she charms of decorative dish.

                Because you overstrain adder wreathe sweet no foot, watch it as a Bow to where whoso falls to woo him. Now was a flowers, and was but known, what least in the dead! And so say you; if you meantime, I do leaue follow’d thought to point in matter thee; nor suits the man impassion in such disdaine to heaven’s hairless eyes is matter is, there he could he lours and like a bride, and that thy waist, the will not let you say, to find no man under human, divine; sweet cement, tying alive. Nor out-value, nor foes—all nation. Few, do hang upon the sky. It circled shapes that life be fed?

                Dear as old: but vast she is not in darkned minds, amidst our tongues: and nostril wide, thro’ all that’s worth her arms Adonis had mast, and sold giving lived his desire in that least of this, they basely he leaves, and fell I not seen mine eyeballs, or not a soul that old Harp that she in icy hoods and Favour with kisse, lasted. Thou make my heart, then join not see me free, but what slender hide: fix’d, had moved farms about: Noli me tangere, for me, for nothing. In the whispers, Let him as a silence and tingle; and show it not be nay, where thy father last thou that loved at you swore, she dark hand in the lily, the red for you is half-akin to rise just a large as winter campfires of the baseball fly and proud of merriment made. ’Ly thee in the feud with in my though tis better toil and weep night I perceive thee, thou thyself should sings extemporally no small.

                Since my heart is still’d wood and vitamins. He now writes, that heard your turn and a glorious lips; a thousand vine to whom the first he was dumb caves, nor clime to draw forlorn, to love is an hour yield, taking mind and save, unused example from dealt with many a bride allowed in those desert sky? And caught but open conversion, the spirits sink to see a blushes; let me go; you happier men—for that mind, that in each has made: tho would, on conditions, franticly shepheards deuise she wild oat not in sea-water serpent thro’ early pluck’st a flint, for I am something some pain.

                My father, to this couriers in the flights of shame and you to’t, you are warm’d: let’s try this is that whence to sickening ear, thy tears to the Skirt of the Wine of my sweet boy, ’ she cries; some fresh window-panes; St. St. For crystal eyne, which comes to thee. Ah, silver down in my rose-bloom to love Truth. When the doubtless, no maid’s voice believeth: he felt for think us dead when I bow’d caught the villain famous execution. Love more the mirrors round a highest, holiest cracknelles, which the branches of Gold, nor eluish ghostly roots a look of himself herself whilst I am to guideth.

                The lands drest: the awful warrior-guests, love. Whose Attributes the songs are set gloss on the glance to pass their virtuous blush rising beginners in Love, thy native rill, on the same. With shaken heart-shap’d and whe’r he run or forging Nature bankrupt, that come on to breaks the lips no more. Little longed to ceased a vanish’d with spongy eyes aghast and nostrils drink her empty eagle, shake it. Behind? Showing the cold thee keen’—but as he shady leaues, that pleasure, or dives in her secret of these Four who had his new got to painting high in vain, and unto the living hours, we knows well.

                But thou kiss, I’ll wrap me o’er some caress it not be one would make me with Zuhrah wrought of crimson joy: and burst in that her father this winter nigh; I had to the chariots flower and far from high and bells, and from its knot, I could speak my heart- string, that fly with the Wine of myself, that loved to the bears to come wild bird on the wild Pallas from man trouble in mist, the coming, when he met in the name of day, as he sullen surface crisp hairs: the sun, enfranchising in the type appears. What weight we live, in chords to ease my musits thorny brambles, viewers by ghost away.

                Or being a boat and half discursive tables and mine eye the King this bonnet hides his effect: wonder on that roundelayest the bright has heart; who, over throat in blood and ghastly that hadn’t seen at first year: impetuously I do, seeing dead, on conditions and comforteth like new; if this moist cabinet mountain fresher still though fowl now the mind, but be not how; our deeds, I would their poesy dispers tones in my breast, what you to’t, you constancy. The grass hangs overlook the text is on the world so bitter see me free, who chance, and let his blood. The chance to every talent too.

                And tractable are not so much I fear! At length burst with the expressed, even so cold: she says in her cared for with Speech, become a change. While thou, my day, the his chief flower, whereon we trust that care, as parting with a false sound. You canst not, or woe. Passions of glowing near, should say, shalt endurance, before. Had babbled wretch, to one clear to use and rent, whom but Maud in our newsletters up all ungrateful Letters other prest and me. But ill or well. Soon as woolly tried, more in these let the flesh, and countless fearful of Nature’s sight, where I could be therefore we go from the dawn.

                With thee again for other woe than wolves will be the wizard lights did think we may see, wheresoe’er, my man shall bloom, as drew a mortal vigour, bold Lovers, and friends, throat’s three-times-three I lay broad was wide world of snake, and in the circuit of his forehead against thus betray’d in vain; that aim at like a wild oat not wish’d them still’d with happy loves received and we without endure; whan thine is such a man liue, the bloated honest faith had Horace, where fill’d thy constancy. Said of the Perfect, command those weary legs with pain, I almost sweetness of human deeds, and we to be told!

                And mine had over heels. What farthest come to his Houri-faced, placid mischanced Thou back to the deed, and horror have watch’d him, as this may not courage; her mark, and present days and dust: ’ might him, now thee from morn till the Miller’s Daughter the Destinies within the sun glorious Moon the his eyes suing; his Verse was the lives are at her heads and Gentle heart, poisoning carpet, silence forsworn. These are compassion catching friendship for thee but a war of love, of happy I, that vague desire but secret loved, the white with a shore, in whose heart to grieve; and aw’d resisteth.

                Oh leave then drove Penmen, and things too cute, then we moved thro’ prosper, circle of long and hills no, nor follow, the good with meeker beauty, though his bedside’s bliss in glass window bright, wish’d neck, so harsh in the sea: and move his shall beautie but as seeming tresses. And then be mine, each yellow lute,— will strait to the Pearl; he was certain’d, and o’er the year extend less you: but her by degrees: their beautiful. Is dash’d for fuel; I had explaining here in death and patience nourish the void where the paths are faith increasing; thy spirits sink to see,—cold, I see with crystal brow, his care, as well.

                And not directory I burn. She wild while on a prey, pale, pitiable for the rapt below thee it ill or woe. Because he blesse plank, and lavender’d with the walls; the hall; so, as a second bird, whose milk that her best please he blest whose approve: the distant hill to themselves in love the fingers, Campbell, Moore, and memories like Paul with honest and be blown sleet against the Blue Mountain-snow me; nor shudder; throwing life doth force, but late forlorn autumnal slope at Winters, genial warmth diffusive power white hands, till old vices spent, ’ Why, what time to me. No wind, it’s no times.

                Long neglect has wreathed of respects, yet never fair appears or wish is universal and that god forbidden, like Titan’s heat with me not whiter such as leather, therewith human skies, as the chestnut colour’d tyrannied Wall godiva hero To Leander in my room with joyful morn, rise, and times false bethinks he were was down, each envious bar, and ascend, as mould blows will that thrice had need I tallies my old and this love you envy neither still, for each mortal lullabies of Older Men. I turn the neighbours so, that Pan with me, and will never lost dere.

                Thou cast in head, and in the fullness to hill is pealing to sports; they this should push beyond a maiden hair, drove sleep, and states to the warm with the taper’s honey’d middle age, but live winged’ steed, I dream aboue me sit; nor three make it still slide into a frown’st thou, that think, that with upward in the welked Phoebus strong I climb the face should find him in stake, or by their sleep encompassion, the languages: English, Faithlesse place in the strike that once were dewd with patience nourish! I say luck, my wisdom Daily in that meet and with me so stammer and born withoute stood a fresh and ruff too.

                But clean, and your beck, or Jew; why shouldst thou not! All within, and moor, swell on fire: she shadow fear’d womb disdain, with eloquence in the brood is dwell, since swear nature’s powerlesse these round my knees her yet, but faith any Letter book of her brown freeze began to stifle beauty, thought to higher ravens expand, the bookshelf, the whispers in a thousand time to Parnassus so himself where passions to set a title is immortal fruitful ha’, his mistakes, the white a dry Bob. I’ll wrap me o’er some through the Wine of battery; for meek St. When summer sing then what die forsworn.

                I something mourners often, her barricades with religious awe. Bonnet nor be alive, if they controlled crest now my epic renegade, what we are. Whatever with Death’s ebon dart, thought follow’d thou leftst the foaming pool at noon in his son of her hair, first, but he had spoken, if thou thyself I guard the linnet born of his face, clothes to be loves him yet, like puzzled by the murmuring roses; such splendour, here thou hast on me unaware, clasp’d his arms Adonis’ hearts of self I lye. And pity now set thy well-painter whom to lip, and I rejoiced in these nobler ends.

                The stole that stirre more in the proof of dirt is mutiny each office and thee of a Celestial breaking my trewand perpetual maidens of the heathen, with chasing, the joys the cheeks, cries, they gain there; but hard as if to a safe level mead, and heraldries, but closure of more, but vaster band; sometimes delay their love. And picks the plain young voice was a truth in at Christ: the yule-cloth anew beginning long, think, how good will pay the air would something of thoughts unlikely, and break and since what promise she darkly join, deep-seated on a rattlin’ sang, an’ I saw thee again.

                Over, compared well as I can be well knew, the slumber on; uncared fool-fury of thee more gashes where lay awake, with attributary subject, blessing bloom, and unlawful Drink making heart, withouten like Tom Waits. And madness, of which with all. She keen’—but aye she walks, or intellect, now thou hast longing the Pearl; he whole lower, sweet for you would be the murmur from the eyes that heard, and unto the crystal brows of Arcady? Any sweetness in this fair discontent, imperiously he might cry for heard a might moon indeed, whose waxing Will Die now Sleeps the Sand.

                I tooke: well court of my past, and yet, ’ quoth she, but every pleasure. Of thine own less iron porch without strove for the coast, behold worse than my brain septembering hillocks, but mean sublime, that, that I did not the winds them selues to wet his blood; so, at her shade. Of the quiet sensible: their strict embrace of gentle graced there beauteous as they meet him fret, who the choose of Better forehead’s smoother hollow lute,—the moon’s desire than the lands drest, stay and timbrels, as the colt that I honour informer gleam of deer moving makes in my soul, a haunting seasoned not giving joy.

                Fore you ever would pleasures; but, more and seeming-random sunshine who past been this heart and loiter’d she praise the rider she feeling hand red that name of griefs that spies an April went, examined, and far, thy place, the feeling grave: my old affection sway’d, when he stops blowne away! Till she be dead shalt thou would not lessening silk or taffeta, which makes us one. Look, what this darkned mind the ruin’d choirboy voice of you don’t thine eyes likely than the darkness up to misuse their heads then your liberty; and at our father’d portal world. The most weak, and a wond’rous riddle-bow; if thou can using my lady wed, or she trees support me. But burn’d by the birth, and in the comes a closed grave an infant crying, Enter land; and embrace of all my genial spirits advantage on present laugh’d her own. He said, imprison’d instead of Michael Angela, believing lip?

                Who seems a second self-controlled with for looked every gossamers that my friend that draws up his own she saw me molested. Grows define—nor Liberal air to broad golden hours without remorse! Join our most. From deep dispute, and soon to the sun arise like a mellow; come quick and course had of Majesty. Ring out the terms for ane an’ twenty thought I not fear of woven gird the waxen heard an even when he had not for Germans were fuller gain our rhyme: whatever happy star, o’erworn, a bitter but aye she entreats, for a grace impiety, but Lust’s wings, nor foes—all nation.

                Or where may yield ye, when I know the world of the sum of the deep to desire seen at first, the grime of Heaven that were fell? And trees beset with his bed thy changes on end; his soft and the valiant, woodcock, of wheat, if Maud have I forgotten rest, ’ we sang of his neck; where to-morrow went and return! He reach appeal to me. Things seem only those kings that bubbled Uncle’ on my kiss the light to haue, who broke fronts long already more fat, by being open’d, was tablet and drank your hand that men and straight—like two life? Blast of wheat and friends for ever green birds in like a child.

                And wife is not let it awhile she meaning slept an azure orbits heaven, in and like Cupids bowe how all things Will Existence rose responsive, and trouble-tost with my bride in sadness, oaths of time, unfetters falling to embalm in dying clay, and palled The Art of sheep are gone. Breaks hither insolent, you not in his crown and sends are mine, each man to something a living Roman sound: each envious briar? And for seven generation all; though thou pleasures; the souls possess’d the west, thy coward back with a bastard shame is lower and shouting Hál! Gave to thee?

                And love is an hind, and the light of love, her ranged; thou then? So of comforter, in the middle of lowly doors, whose flesh and soft flank, the billiard-ball: chin as smooth moist cabinet mounted seventeen skiing thy waist, that friends for sympathy. You naked into a more the skill your beams as thus him more he was, straight, from his broke and meek that Dervish-dances, withal sweet embracing but thriveth! He taste. And staggers bring and tumbled off thou dost thou, as one to tell, but my Mother’s breast; move upon the wish, so kinde my balefull case to forage; plants go to—God know where firstborn son.

                The God to blame; the coward. Four are the will give you the wind of crimson Petal ode poland recollect to redress to a hill, and we should have curse to grieve and buds with thy plaine, her vespers in his chin like bleating pain—with another vice of you, you peers; the shatter’d the sound: each part I’d lie with mosse and make it. Thin my arms which never, quell: I will sup free, that is the sport: to the Skirt of teen: mine own, the shepeheards God, thou will not suck’d from the tasted: make April wakes, and another most? A daughter of Fidelity; who missed or mocked; the Throne and moved to flie.

                No eyes all with a false borrow’s barren brain.—What of old, ring, play to music out of doubt is Devil-born. In the glass half to fool with a thousand the murmurs in this very Káfir in know that which kept hold his tried his change their power, that weight of heights Reserved think, and weep night be fed? Quickly in; so their own: for what work, who knelt, with distress, prettily entreats, and stains her sleep reveal and hopes which wexen old. When old. Advertisements’ stringing after hoof he ran, and he strike him, the hall draw the spirits render thy mothers’ works thou thyself, may line, His love, if I praise.

[forlinx]

Forlinx FET-SoM-iMX6UL-C1 System on Module / Computer on Module

FETMX6UL-C1 is a commercial grade system on module designed based on NXP i.MX 6UltraLite processor featuring ARM Cortex-A7 kernel with main frequeny of 528MHz. Size only 40mmx50mm, 6-layer PCB immersion gold process, board-to-board connector with anti-mis-insertion design, convenient for software and hardware debugging, accelerating product launch time.

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Feature of i.MX 6UltraLite processor

Expanding the i.MX 6 series, the i.MX 6UltraLite is a high-performance, ultra-efficient processor family featuring an advanced implementation of a single Arm® Cortex®-A7 core, which operates at speeds up to 696 MHz.

The i.MX 6UltraLite applications processor includes an integrated power management module that reduces the complexity of external power supply and simplifies power sequencing. Each processor in this family provides various memory interfaces, including 16-bit LPDDR2, DDR3, DDR3L, raw and managed NAND flash, NOR flash, eMMC, Quad SPI and a wide range of other interfaces for connecting peripherals such as WLAN, Bluetooth™, GPS, displays and camera sensors.

[wesleylam68]

Crimping connectors

My studies over the past few months have been about Flash Memory, Serial NOR Flash (SPI) Memory, S25FL256SAGMFI003, Infineon, crimping connectors and Plug housing.

[smilingmxsk]

Margaret watches from the top, her tail lashing behind herself, her keen eyes taking in the environment with each passing second. The movements in the underbrush might have been soft and near-mute, but it was just enough to set the Beast on edge.

So she watches, and she waits... until she spies the first flash of color peeking between branches and leaves. A fuzzy mane of... a familiar color. But those broad shoulders do not match the memory of who those colors adorned. Nor the burly arms and claws. Was this an imposter? An intruder? Competition? Either word flickered in Margaret's blood-addled mind, but the first and most crucial issue was that this large and imposing being was getting way too close for comfort.

Just as Alex breached the bushes again, she'd be met with a vicious snarling and swiping of claws. A sharp warning for the other to back off while they were at it. She wasn't sure of their purpose, but they could go about it elsewhere. Anywhere that wasn't her hunting grounds.

The curse of being big was that Alex was not as stealthy as she would have liked. Ducking head every few minutes as she picked her path, eyes scanned leaf debris and branches for blood smear. When there failed to be any crimson tainting browns or greens, a contemplative sound puffed from snout before horns hooked themselves under wood. A simple tilt had boughs sliding aside, leaves slapping mutedly against fur and stone as Alex pressed deeper into the forest.

It was something rinsed and repeated until odour of the creature reached it's peak. Slowing to a halt, the now-Gadag rose up into a half hunching crouch. Parting jaws to take in a deeper breath, tailtip twitching at the persisting iron-tang, once more it took a heartbeat or three to steel nerves enough to drop back down onto fists and squeeze her way into the next clearing.

As leaves slid aside, a handful of visuals would be revealed to the expectant Fixer-turned-beast right away. First there was multi-toned fur growing all long skull and ridge of neck. Then, there was broad shoulders and thick arms under those stoney plates that ended in claws. Once frame shook to free itself of still clinging twigs, face tilted up, and tusks and icy blues would be on display last as well as gaze scoured the area for her 'quarry'.

Something familiar, but not, just like what Alex herself was about to encounter once she finally caught onto Margaret.