It was a quiet day the wind blowing through the trees, sun peeking out from behind the clouds temperature not to hot & not too cold. It was certainly a good day for the island's 'creatures' as many students were walking on their own to enjoy the day some who knew the dangers other fresh meat arriving from a recent plane to their hell hole.

Quaetea was enjoying the day though not in a form she often had reason to enjoy; she was crouched in a tree, red plates shimmering in the sun when it would pass; leathery looking gray skin hidden in the shadow as she moved further into the canopy though she didn't see what the world had to hold; she saw in a different manner in this form not a problem as she jumped to the edge of the forest smelling and hearing the students at play a sound no different from the gentle breeze was her sonar in this form... and then finally she decided upon a target keen senses deciphering her name as Tian. and she was heading into the forest alone it seemed.

oh how wonderful... this will be a good game.

a game, the immortal saw what the humans called rape as nothing more than a pas stime for herself but, then again what did human men who raped their own species see it as if not a cruel game.

I was jogging quietly, my mp3 headphones embedded deep into my ears. My eyes were almost closed and I was humming the sound's beat. Before I knew it I was already heading into the forest. But the day was so beautiful, no monster would dare ruin it. Oh, how naive I could be sometimes. But I continued to jog.