May 27th, 2004

tank girl


PursuitWolf padded silently through the darkened streets, Declán mirroring her movements in another street that ran parallel to her. She paused, sniffing the wall where her quarry had leaned when he stopped for a breather, his sweat a ripe reminder of his passage.

It was no surprise that his trail led to the old church, it was the only sign of life in the suburb. She approached the building and changed, a woman of average height in a leather bodysuit stood where the wolf had been, waiting as her brother circled from the other side.

Declán strolled around the corner to join her. "One scent trail in. A single entrance. He hasn't left."

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15minuteficletsword #56: noisy
Part of the Chase!verse and the Wolf&Declán!verse