Cristabel Jenkins ran a brush through her long moussy brown hair. The young woman than proceeded to braid her long hair down her back, securing it with a clip.

The female wereleopard grabbed and sheathed a knife. She also grabbed and sheathed a revolver. Once she was armed and ready to go, Cristabel proceeded to step out the door of her apartment into the dark night.

It was a shame that she had to do it, but unfortunately, one could not be too careful these nights, as a real and true war was being fought on a nightly basis over the future of mankind, and the fate of the otherkin.

Cristabel walked out onto the dimly lit streets, prowling like a hunting cat, her sense awake and alive and alert to any posssible dangers that might come her way.

Cristabel hated to feel this way but this was a war after all, and just like a soldier would not step unarmed unto a battlefield, it would be utterly ridiculous for Cristabel not to go into the dark night armed and ready for whatever came her way.

The wereleopard however, was not the only one out that night prowling the streets in the middle of a hunt. A mortal hunter of otherkin, a woman who had trained in the destruction of such creatures her entire life, was walking through the dimly lit streets, armed with a crossbow and an agenda.

It was the hunters intention to destroy the creature whom she had seen transform into a wereleopard while under attack from a wendigo the night before.

Her heart was racing, as she worked to follow the woman without being noticed until she was ready to strike. She knew that the werecat had supernatural senses and that as soon as she was onto her presense there, that she was likely to attack, and that she would not have very much time once the wereleopard did.

The mortal wiped a bead of sweat off of her forehead as she stood behind a brick wall near the alleyway where the wereleopard was walking. It was now or never. The hunter was about to strike.