Accord // Canon

[ladiesss]

Krista can't help it. Maybe it's her Unseelie nature, but whenever someone tells her to "stay out of it" or "mind her own business" it just makes her impossibly curious as to why that person would want her to keep away. That's why, after Sandrine's serious warning, she decided to go snooping in her room. Not what a normal person would do, no, but she's long past considering herself bound by the rules of "normality".

She's an expert in the art of stealth (and she's watched a ton of spy movies and murder mysteries), so she's picking through things as carefully as she can. Looking for traps, knocking for secret doors, putting everything back exactly the way she found it, and so on. She was hoping for something that would give her a hint as to what Sandrine really is or what she can do. It'd be awesome if she could figure out whether or not she needs to worry about being hunted down and killed in her sleep. But she's not finding much of anything, and it's discouraging.

That is until she finally notices that something sounds off when she steps on a certain part of the floor.

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[tigerhound]

There's a click of nails on the hallway floor outside as Tigerhound - what Sandrine refers to her animal form, to no one in particular - comes traipsing back home. Her 'date' with Tek had given her much to think about, and she did her best thinking when she was hunting, so she'd just spent a good few hours in the forests.

Now, still doing her best to dodge prying eyes, she was coming back to her room with the intentions of long, deep sleep, but she pauses at the door, sniffing.

She wasn't one for locking doors, when she was out; she knew if anyone wanted to get into her room they probably would one way or another, and so locks served little in her mind than a warning system. That certain part of the floor Krista had stopped on was where she'd pulled a floorboard and packed in her magical instruments; the bracelets and raven's feather she used specifically for pushing magic.

Things she absolutely couldn't use in this form.

She takes a few more steps in, sniffing around and pricking her ears left and right and looking for the intruder.

[ladiesss]

Just when she's about to lean over and get a better look, just when she thinks she might have found something... the clicking becomes audible from somewhere down the hall. It feels like Sandrine approaching. Definitely not what she was hoping for.

Can't dash back out the door, couldn't make it out the window without breaking a leg or something--panic rising when she realizes there aren't any good places to hide, either. She doesn't have the time for something elaborate, and sneaking isn't going to do it.

The only thing she can come up with is magic; barely thinking it out, she skips right to eating up her glamour reserves. She almost doesn't have the mind to make herself into something useful, it's only on a last thought that she doesn't turn herself into a rock or a stray pillow. Instead, she desperately picks the first animal she can think of.

Which is why, when Tigerhound starts sniffing around, she will quickly notice a rather startled-looking black cat skittering towards the far wall.

[tigerhound]

The Basenji pauses for a brief moment when she sees the cat, tail curling tightly over her back and ears pricking alert, pushing forward the distinct wrinkles on her forehead.

Then, she's snapping forward, covering the distance in a few powerful strides, a low rumbling growl escaping her throat. Sure, she figured if she left her door open there might be the possibility of someone coming in, but she hadn't expected to find a cat, and instinct is taking over before she has a chance to really think about it.

[ladiesss]

It's a good thing she isn't given time to over-think anything. All she knows is that instead of Sandrine, there's this dog suddenly all up in her space, sounding really angry. And with how big everything suddenly is now--the strangled, startled cat sound that comes out of her is pretty darn convincing. She's a natural.

She crouches down low, slowly trying to slink... around... the dog... trying her best to take up as little space as possible. Somewhere in there she wonders--wasn't Sandrine supposed to walk through that door? In fact, this dog should be her! Did she change somehow?

...is Sandrine a werewolf? Because she's already had far to much of them to think this situation will end well.

[tigerhound]

Tigerhound skitters to a stop and postures herself, darting to the side to block Krista's escape. She's not fully attacking, yet, instead, standing with all the signs of alpha bitch and making angry, feral, bush-dog noises. This is absolutely a territorial dispute and Tigerhound wanted to make sure this cat new that.

[ladiesss]

Oh, she knows. She gets the idea loud and clear, flattening down everything as submissively as possible. Mewling a little, too, as if she could still properly explain to this thing that she was seriously just on her way out.

She hopes she doesn't get eaten. That would be really unfortunate.

[tigerhound]

Tigerhound backs up, but keeps her focus on Krista. It's still something of an animalistic interrogation.

[ladiesss]

She's not sure what that means as far as animals go, but she does see a chance to try leaving again, so she takes a few small, cautious steps towards the door...

Before she flat-out makes a break for it. At least her cat feet seem to know what to do.

[tigerhound]

She pauses for just a fraction of a moment, but then her hunters instincts kick in and she tears after the cat, quick and agile.

Even if she's not quite sure what she's going to do if she actually gets the cat.

[ladiesss]

Running! Running fast! Skittering around the corner and out the door, definitely going for the stairs down to the lobby. Maybe the big scary dog will give up the chase (or maybe she'll be able to find somewhere in the lobby to hide...).

Maybe she should have turned into a rock.

[tigerhound]

A rock would have been far less an enticing thing to chase, and the more Krista runs the more Tigerhound is enjoying the pursuit; rabbits and squirrels were one thing, but cats could definitely maneuver.

She follows Krista down into the lobby, using her nose whenever the cat evaded her eyes.

[ladiesss]

Krista does spend a few frantic moments hiding, crouched underneath couches (which are now much bigger than she remembers), but sincerely doubts the stability of this plan.

She meows with as much tiny hostility as she can muster whenever Sandrine gets too close. If only she could think well enough to summon up a fireball.