Dusk leant against the tall trees, their wood making a nice prop for her back. It was hard, firm, and prickly but this did not bother the Angel of Darkness in the slightest. She laughed, a disturbing sound, as Timone toppled over a log in his haste to get over to his mother - Silvera. The snow tiger at her side sat still, poised, ready to attack at any given moment despite her seated position. Dusk knew her tiger well enough to know when Silvera was on edge, and she could tell their was the smell of a dog within the immediate area. Dusk wrinkled her nose in disgust, for she hated dogs. She was more of a big cat person. At last, the tiger cub had reached its destination - her feet. He playfully jumped on them and growled up at her, his wide blue eyes full of childish innocence. Dusk exchanged a look with Silvera, before with a heavy sigh she did as the small cub wished. She pushed him off of her feet, before she got down on her hands and knees and morphed into her animagus form - a snow tiger.

Happy? She thought to the cub, her tail hanging low as she frowned at him and sat much like Silvera. The smell of dog was stronger with her acute tiger senses, and she let out a growl. Her body changed into a pounce position as she flicked her ears around to take in the sounds around her. She could hear footfalls against the leaves, them crunching beneath someones feet, along with the sounds of paws. Bah, she thought to herself. A domestic dog. Those were the worst kinds, for they were ever so annoying. What is wrong? Silvera asked in a formal tongue as she tilted her head at Dusk, who straightened up and leant towards Silvera. A domestic dog, crup if im not mistaken. She responded, and Silvera growled in annoyance. Her paw swiped out and she pulled Timone close to her, much to the cubs protest. I want to play! The cub protested to his mother, but Dusk would miss the rest of the conversation as she shifted back into her human form and leant against the tree once more. She felt a softness on her feet and saw that Timone had made himself comfortable on them, whilst Silvera moved to lay in front of her, looking much like a Queen as she did so.

After Luc's trying day meeting a few of the professors, he needed a refreshing walk. Though...it might have been quite a few days since then. He remembered spending a lot of time just wandering the castle, but he didn't recall how much time it was. With his previous lifestyle, keeping track of how much time has passed never mattered. But it would be more noticeable as the children got older and moved on, and it would be more vital to keep calender of it all. Time was always just a confusing thing...

Luc had his coat and gloves on, but forewent his hat or umbrella this time as it was only a matter of time until nightfall and he was walking through the shaded forests. He would feel a bit irritated, but not much beyond that. He looked down at his little pug-crup puppy, Napoleon. His two little curled tailed wagged excitedly as he panted and snorted, walking and playing around in the leaves. He let Nap get a bit a head of him as he chased an insect but when he smelled others around he barked and turned back around to Luc.

Luc stopped and looked down at Nap, coming out of his drifting thoughts. He leaned down and picked the scared puppy up, looking forward. He sniffed, raising his eyebrows a bit. There was a person. How had he not noticed before? He tucked Nap in his arm and continued to walk forward. He came through some trees and looked to the side, furrowing his eyebrows curiously, seeing a scantily-clad woman with two...tigers? Interesting, he thought.

Dusk's body tensed as the footsteps became louder, closer and she could hear the sounds of a dog... snorting? She wrinkled her nose in disgust as the man came into view and looked at her in interest. She looked down at her see-through, white tank and incredibly short-shorts with knee-high boots, before she looked back up at him with a cruel smirk that turned into a grimace as her eyes landed on the pug-crup puppy in his arms. She was pretty sure it was a crup due to its two tails, and the way Silvera tensed. Timone was the only one who was un-affected by the strangers presence, he actually became even more excited and bounded over to the stranger.

Silvera growled and Dusk huffed, but neither moved to stop Timone - knowing that Timone must learn the hard way not to jump over to strangers with a goofy smile and leap up at the puppy in their arms - which Timone did. Dusk rested a hand restraint on Silver's neck as the tiger stood up and snarled at the stranger in warning, as if telling him that if he lay a single hand on her cub, she would personally ensure he died. "Now now, Silvera, don't be rude to our guests." Dusk said soothingly and Silvera sat back with a frown.

Luc narrowed his eyes at her when she saw him and she smirked at him. What was the reason for it? He held his crup closer to him as he saw her grimace and the larger tiger tense up. The smaller then began to bound towards him and he took several swift steps back. He heard the snarling of the mother tiger and held his crup up more towards his chest as the cub came towards them.

As it lept up, Luc hisses at it, in hopes that he would back off. He thought of striking at the cub or batting it's nose to have it back off but having seen the mother stand up and having heard her snarl, he concluded that it would not be a good idea if he wished to keep his life. He heard the woman say for the tiger to be kind to a guest. A guest? he was just on a walk- In a slight accent he called out to her, "Call your beast off!"

Dusk watched for his response with a curious look on her face, her hand still resting on Silvera's neck in a manner of restraint. She could feel her tiger tensing and a low growl left her throat as the stranger hissed at Timone. Silvera stood up and made to move towards him, but Dusk quickly switched into her tiger form and came to stand in front of Silvera. Don't. I'll deal with this without the use of violence. Dusk wrapped her tail around herself and frowned at Silvera, who growled but submissively laid down and rested her head on her paws with a grumpy look on her face. Dusk then turned back to Timone and chuckled.

That is enough, boy, you are a tiger not a puppy. Back off. She commanded Timone, who very suddenly stopped with a whine and trotted back over to her and his mother, whom he curled up beside and received an affectionate lick from. Dusk turned back into her human form and smiled at the man. "He means no harm, he is but a cub." Dusk said in a stiff tone.

From the corner of his eye he saw as he was backing up, the woman stand and suddenly transform. He could hear a low growl hang in the hair, and with the more animalistic side of him, he felt a low growling in the back of his own throat as he now stood his ground.

He stopped and watched watched with wide eyes as the cub went back to it's mother and the tiger before him now transformed back into the woman. "Animagus, I see." He said curtly. He looked her up and down with a scowl, feeling thoroughly ruffled, ignoring her smile. "I do not care." he replied, just as stiffly, the crup in his arms started to whine a little. As an animagi and a connection with these animals she should have enough control over them. She had even sent the cub back. She could have done so earlier.

He raised his hand, petting his crup, not taking his eyes from the woman in case she or her tigers decided to impose themselves as more of a threat.

Dusk rolled her eyes at him and raised an eyebrow. An indignant expression settled on her features, and accompanied with a look of 'Are you joking?'. She almost snorted with laughter at him, what did he think her to be? "No shit." She responded in a snappish tone, not caring for his own tone of voice. How dare this man speak down to her like a common peasant, she was to be the next Lord Voldemort, except the female version, and he dared to speak to her like that? She'd let it slide for now however, but knew that if he continued this behaviour she'd be most delighted to remind him of his place. Below her. She was already infuriated beyond belief by his mere presence.

Her lip curled as he said that he did not care, and her hand slid down her side, her fingers twitching. She wanted to reach into her boot, whip out her wand and perform the cruciatus curse on him, before she would test out a few spells she'd been working on that left scars after torture. She looked at the crup in disgust as it began to whine, and the way he held it and petted it only disgusted her further. She kept her snow tigers around as a form of dominance, as guards, a way to show that she was tough. She did not carry around a pug-crup like some pretentious douche bag. "A crup, is it not? How... wonderful." She said in her most sarcastic tone.

This woman certainly had a haughty air about her, what was her issue? His sneered at her, but bit his tongue so he wouldn't say anything. He could see something burning in her eyes, and at the current moment he didn't think that it would be to wise on his part to try anything. Something about her was very...off. As he held his little crup he moved on of his hands more towards the inside of his long coat. Near the pocket for the wand just in case.

He followed his eyes down with her hand and his hand moved a bit closer to the pocket in his coat. He looked back to her face, noticing the look of disgust. He glanced between her hand and her face again wearily and narrowed his eyes slightly.

He simply 'Mm'd ' at her comment, still looking at her disdainfully. He glanced behind her at the tigers. "And....tigers?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. Perhaps a compensation of sorts? He didn't need large, wild animals at his side to relay what strength he had.

Dusk smirked as he questioned her tigers. She bent down to stroke Silvera on the head, a soft smile on her face before she straightened up once more. "Yes, tigers. Far more my kind of pet than a snorting little dog. I don't understand how you people like dogs, let alone pugs, they look like they were thrown head first at a brick wall. And they're fat, not to mention they snort all of the time." Dusk retorted in a vindictive tone. She loved her tigers, they were far more showy, beautiful and intimidating than a bloody pug. She leant against the tree once more and crossed her arms, her eyes fixed on his hand which had moved towards his coat pocket. "Don't even think about it." She said in an 'are you kidding me' tone.

Luc raised an eyebrow at her. "Oh yes, and throwing out petty insults like that is so very mature of you." he almost rolled his eyes but refrained. What a child she was. "An animal doesn't need to be a show. If anything those magnificent creatures highlight weaknesses in you..." He looked over to the tigers. "Over compensating, attention-seeking- " he breathed out. He hardly cared if he sounded cruel, he was frustrated, uncomfortable from the setting sun, and hungry. He was in no mood to deal with some brat.

He stopped his hand when she said for him to not even think about it. He furrowed his eyebrows and sniffed. "Defense. You seem hostile." he said curtly. All he wanted was to return to his walk., but he didn't feel as if he could even turn his face from her.

Dusk's wand was out in a heartbeat and she apparated behind him, her wand pressed against his neck. Her lips hovered by his ear as she pressed her wand even harder against his neck. His insults against her beloved tigers and herself made her lip curl, made her so angry she thought she could kill him right then and there. It was then that his scent hit her nostrils, and after she'd lived as a tiger for nearly a year she'd managed to make out scents even with her pathetic human nose. Werewolf. She smirked and clucked her tongue, causing Silvera to slink forwards after growling at Timone who then hung back. She sat in front of him with a growl, her eyes fixed hungrily on that blasted pug.

"You are speak to me, insult me, insult my choice of a pet. I could kill you, you know. I've had plenty of practice, killed a woman when I was 13. Killed a child when I was 9. You think that I haven't become stronger over the years, even more powerful? One day, you'll all fear to speak my name. You are lucky that I show mercy sometimes, you have been warned." She kept her wand pressed against his throat as she circled to his front and motioned with her other hand for Silvera and Timone. The two came over to her and each placed a paw on her. "Consider yourself lucky." She then pulled away and disapparated with her tigers.

Feeling her wand against his throat he let out a his, his fingers wrapping around a the one in his pocket. He let out a slow breath, not making any sudden moves. She was quick, he certainly gave her that. But thus far she still seemed all talk. As she was behind him, he kept his eyes on her tiger which started to move forward.

He smiled when she had tried to scare him or impress him with feats she had performed. Killed a woman at nine, killed a woman at thirteen? Nothing in comparison.

He didn't know her though, and he didn't think that she hadn't grown, everyone always grows. Merely she may have a lot more growing to do. She acted childish in many way, especially with the whole megalomaniac thing she had going on. he couldn't blame her, he once had similar thoughts himself at the darker points in his life. He knew that murder was no proper gauge of strength now though... Often it was a gauge of fear or weakness.

He scowled at her as she rounded to his front. He still made no move as he understood that with her wand out and the one had had not out, she had the upper hand. He scoffed as she said he should consider himself lucky. And took a step back when her and her tigers disapparated.