Given a Chance!

[Wikvaya]

Wikvaya slept more soundly than he cared to mention.

Wikvaya was a mover. That is, he moved around in his sleep without knowing or intending to. Throughout the course of the night, he had shifted no more than three times, and when he was in his human form, instinctively (he didn't mean to do this, I swear) draped an arm lazily over Aisling. He had woken up curled up in a fetal position like a cat, arm still around Aisling, before blinking and pulling it away. He eased his way out of the bed so as to not wake the sleeping elf and, cold, quickly put on the rest of his clothes.

This is why he didn't like skin! Without blankets or, in this case, a beautiful elven body to keep you warm, you were colder than an imperial tax collector, especially since he himself lacked a shirt. Nevertheless, he donned his golden feldunost horns and fixed the plethora of jeweled necklaces in his hair so that they draped down glitteringly before belting on his numerous pouches and other shiny things. Once fully dressed, he shifted. What, do you expect him to go around flaunting all the things he's stolen? Well, some of them were gifts, from the Elves. Cursed Elves (not that Aisling was included in his curses.) They always gave away their valuables with little effort, seeing as they didn't really value them beyond craftsman's pride. It wasn't fair!

Grumbling about as much as a cat can grumble, he pawed his way out the door and trotted downstairs, ignoring the hangover heavy Dwarves as he went. Seriously, those Dwarves were out for the count. Hit the keg a little too hard last night, they did.

But there was something, someone, there that didn't quite fit the picture.

A... human? He thought she was a human. Maybe she wasn't a human and simply smelled like humans. Nah, she was probably a human. And... he was getting something. She was here to apprehend him. What fun! His lust for danger overpowering him, he strode up to the grumpy woman and gave a loud, audible purr, streaking against her leg like the adorable kitty he was.

[Aisling]

Aisling awoke, surprised that she was alone in the bed and their was no werecat standing over her waiting for her to wake up. She felt a twang of loneliness and a twang of relief. She was pretty sure through out the night the werecat had grabbed her in his sleep, waking her up everytime. She was hyper alert while she slept, in order to be ready if she was attacked.

But technically, It was nice to have finally had a full night sleep, even if the night's events had been more confusing then she had intended. She threw off the covers and stood on the cool wood floor. She stretched out her back, and bent down grabbing her leggings. She pulled them on before pulling on her boots.

The White Elf grabbed her sword and strapped around her waist. She had not used it in so long it seemed, but it was comfort to her. She made her way over to the wash basin and looked into the mirror. She whispered a few words and her ears and tattoo's melted into an appearance of normalcy. She hated the way she looked without her elven features. They were a part of her.

Aisling made her way down the stair to the tavern, looking as human as she could, changing her usual graceful walk. She saw the cat form of Wikvaya rubbing against another woman. Aisling recognized the appearance of the woman. She was a desert tribes woman, one from the Othes tribe. A very wr-like tribe that she had encountered during her stay amongst the people of the Golden Faced tribe. A serving dwarf came around the corner and Aisling grabbed him.

"Who is that woman sitting by the door?" she asked him in a low whisper.

"Oi! Well that be Commander Artemis of the Varden, she 's fearsome ladeh, I tell you wot. She's on the hunt for that miserable blue-haired thief. I guess she got tired of all us complaining about 'em," he said before walking on to continue his work.

Aisling sighed, of course this would happen if she hung around a thief.
Wikvaya! Stay away from her! she said to him, touching her mind with he's. She really hoped that he would listen.

**********Artemis POV*********

Artemis hated being amonst the dwarves, all their furniture was just so short and small. She was of tall height, just like many of the Othes tribe. It was just so frustrating to her, not being able to fit in a proper chair.

But she thanked the gods that her target had come to her. Bth of them it looked like. She saw a shimmer of white, hiding in the stair case. And the werecat, in all his cocky pride she was sure, was rubbing and purring about her legs. She couldn't help but laugh at how easy this was all coming together.

Artemis grabbed the werecat by the scruff of the neck, and said, "I'll give you an option, I can arrest you in this form, or I can arrest you in more dignified way, if you shift into your human form your choice."

Her other hand pulled out her sword and held the blade to his neck. The commander was so embarrassed at the fact that she was arresting a cat, she really would rather be out in the battle field. Ugh, her life was so boring.

"Get out here Elf," she said acknowledging the white form in the staircase.