The old growth forests surrounding the school campus produced a mixute of sun and shade making it both a beautiful place to walk and the perfect place to hunt for the island's only prey, young students. Overlooking one of the nicer hiking trails is a large pile of rocks perhaps 16 feet high with the uppermost stone being wide and flat perfect for many uses. Including the one that it was being used for today, observational platform and sunning rock, by the Raksasha Rajon.

The feline monster was half dozing in the warm island sun and only half paying attenion to the path below him. In fact several girls had passed in front of his hiding spot unmolested, not relizing that if it were not such a nice day they would be spending the rest of thier day not walking but being raped. It is quite possible that the monster would of slept the whole day through if not for a tingle that shot through his awareness. Something that he had not felt in a century or two, the presence of a nature mage of the old blood. She was near by most likely walking on the trail that passed in front of him.

Completely oblivious to the malicious cat demon spying on her from above, Fiona skipped merrily along the narrow, winding strip of flattened grass and crushed leaves and twigs that marked one of the forest's many well-known (and many more unknown) hiking trails.

Fiona's choice in attire for this day is fairly well-suited for the occasion. It consists of a brown vest and the Macbeth Clan's tartan ((a picture of the pattern can be found in one of the links below my sig pic--today it's the 'ancient' pattern shown on the right)) worn over a white long-sleeved blouse with brown cuffs and a red ribbon tied at the collar. The blouse is tucked into a short, kilted miniskirt matching the pattern on Fi's tartan.

The shoes are a pair of soft black Mary Janes with adjustable straps and shock-absorbing polyurethane soles worn over long white socks that kept the seasoned outdoors-woman's legs protected from poison ivy and any other hidden surprises she might encounter while traveling through the woods.

The trail that Fi was currently traveling on didn't lead anywhere in particular as far as the Scotswoman knew, but that was perfectly okay since she had no specific destination in mind in any case. The care-free lass simply went wherever the wind took her, as the saying goes.

If Fiona only knew what was waiting for her along that trail, the young mage would have had a slightly different attitude about it all...

It was the buzz of the student's magical aura that woke the deamon well before Fi came into sight. By the time she did the monster was awake, aware and eager to see his new target. Not only was she gorgous but her dress and look confirmed that she was of the old blood. It had been centuries since he had been in conflict with anyone from the Isles. She had power she sang with it, from what he could tell she was not strong yet but with her pedigree she could still be a challenge. Rajon grins as he thinks 'Even if she is not a challenge it will be a treat fucking her. Lets see what clan is she from Macbeth, hmm intresting I wonder how much of her heritage she is aware of? Oh this will be sooo much fun!' As she gets closer to his hiding spot he gets ready to pounce. There should be no way of her knowing he was up there unless....