Thread: big game hunting. ((attn ben and st's 3/19/10))

Benjamin arrives at Kendov's meeting place, wearing his all-black combat gear. "Thank you for inviting me, Kendov. It has been too long since I have hunted for any Sabbat in the area. Are you able to fly?"

" i am and lucky too, im not so sure this poor thing can go much further " he knocks on the hood of the car lightly. " well the battle that was set up didnt quite slake my thirst and with the information that theyve cleared out in such a wide zone i think it would be best to check as well. mister cocteau took roadways we will have an easier time on wing "

"Let us fly to Pitsburg and look for Sabbat activity. We can check the graveyards first."

kendov moves to the back of the car filling the holsters on the strap/ a line of throwing axes down the back and two wide flat bladed short swords overlap each other in the front. its obvious they have not been used in a very long time. with that he nods to ben slipping inside the building and shifting into his Raven form. with a few hops and a skip he takes off out into the night sky cool on the jet black wings .

OOC: STs, the plan is for Kendov and Benjamin to fly over Pitsburg to check it out. They're going to hit the graveyards first to check on any Sabbat-like activity.

IC:
Benjamin changes into a raven and follows Kendov into the night sky.

kendov kept a straight flight twords pittsburg every so often flying higher or lower to circle or loop around the feeling of flight had never gotten old for him. it was freedom, no prince held the sky and no one could tell him where he was allowed to go it was simply peace as hed never had anywhere else even laying upon the earth. deep somewhere he waited for his ascension to asgard to see the valkryie in all thier glory over the battlefeild. and he would be with them. even aftergangers where still allowed to asgard right ? he pushed the thought out of his mind and focused on flying quietly staying around ben should something happen to either of them.

The night air is warm and clear, the breeze blowing past both of you as you soar above the lands, sharp eyes looking for signs of unusual activity, anything to indicate where your prey might be hiding. You fly for what seems to be hours, but to no avail, there is no outward sign of any Sabbat presence.

As the night progresses the two of you look at each other in a mutual moment of deciding the effort is fruitless when below you, walking through a graveyard, your attention is drawn as an arrow to a stag's heart.

Walking through the graveyard, wearing a white dress, is a woman. Easily the most beautiful women either of you have ever seen. In silent communication, you both circle around the graveyard, finding a place in a nearby woods to land and shift forms. As you both enter the graveyard you can see her better still and the effect is stunning. Almost it is as if you feel the phantom beating of your long dead hearts skipping a non-existent beat just to behold such beauty.

She is tall, dressed in a white evening gown, one side slit to reveal a perfect milky white thigh as she walks, one hand trailing lightly over the headstones she passes by, ample breasts push out in front of her, straining the fabric of the dress itself. Piercing green eyes look around the area easily, red hair framing her completely flawless face. Every aspect of her is perfection, beauty that would make Michaelangelo weep with joy at having seen it.

As the two of you step out of the woods, she looks at you both immediately. You feel the slightest of brushes against your mind, a light touch, completely non-invasive and gone in an instant. She smiles at the two of you, leaning against a mausoleum, one leg kicking back to rest against the stone and better show the thigh through the dresses slit.

"So at long last, the indomitable Colonel Walker and the one known as Kendov," she says with a musical voice says entrancement inherent in such a voice.

Benjamin watches the woman carefully, obviously more concerned with the mental touch rather than her physical form. He stashes that irritation away for another time, though. "It appears you have us at a disadvantage, Miss. Might we have your name, so we can all speak as equals?"