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[BARTHOLOMEW LEX RIVEN]

Things had been a little quiet. Too quiet for Mew to be really comfortable with it. Which was why he had to make his own fun. That came in the way of finding and stalking a hunter. One of the newer ones from what Mew could gather, but it really didn't matter to him. Just as well to take one out before they got good at what they did, right? Of course Mew had been at these games for over a thousand years now. Well over that, but numbers... who wanted to really count and deal with all that crap? Mew had enough holes in his memory to be bothered with dates and years or whatever else. To him, it was all 'a few hundred years back or so, such and such happened; who cares, yada yada'. That kind of thing meant more to the living, those who hadn't been around for so long. After awhile that kind of thing no longer mattered so much. At least in Mew's opinion, it didn't.

With the hunter's stench in his nose, Mew moved silently, stealthily through the forest while calculating the right time to make his move. This one was new enough to play with more then usual, and so the cat and mouse game began. It probably lasted well over two hours, as Mew liked to work up an appetite and get the prey's adrenaline going. Fear was a great taste in the blood. So was anger; and there had been plenty of both from this hunter's blood. Letting the body drop -- and certain it wouldn't rise again -- Mew licked the ribbon of blood from his palm and started to turn away when something else caught his attention. Another scent that caused him to tense and narrow his eyes; debating.

Mew had been being evasive while in Manuka, while waiting to clean up another mess he'd created. But he hadn't wished to deal with it right now, though it was far too late to push back instinct while standing over a fresh kill with another vampire close by. Too close. Mew didn't like it, not at all. Forgetting the corpse now, he moved quickly in the direction the scent came from. A snarl ripped from his throat before he could even assess the situation; the scene before him. He circled; it was him, the vampire he'd been hunting after. And it's hours later that he flops down in the moss to rest, closing his eyes with an annoyed sigh. It was done, the other one eradicated, though some hits had been gotten in by the vampire. At least he couldn't go after the domesticated one. Though, considering Landon had cried over a rabbit left Mew quite miffed. and disappointed.

[JURATE]

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