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[runningred]

{From here}

Jay slips down the hood of his suit, letting the drones do one last sweep to makes sure everything is sealed. He doesn't take the bike this time but goes on foot, heading straight for the smaller nest of demon rabbits in the lower caves.

This version of the suit keeps his thermal signature down to ambulant and filters breath and sweat to keep his scent from being detected.

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[onceaviking]

Eric rips a bunny in two and then he stops - listening.

It doesn't smell like Jay. And it doesn't move like Jay.

Still -

He drops the dripping carves and takes off again, riding into the air with blood dripping hands.

[runningred]

Jay looks up, tracking movements of air-currents using his heads up display. Eric doesn't give off heat but the fresh blood on his hands might. He drops to the ground and stays very, very still.

[onceaviking]

It does.

And while the blood on his hands slowly cools and dries, he comes to a halt, hanging silent and still in the darkness.

[runningred]

Jay stays very, very still. He can see Eric now, a pale shadow of cooling head on his heads up display. There's a few hundred meters between them but too close for Jay to risk moving.

He shifts his chin minutely to activate a toggle inside his helmet. Another scent bomb, this one set as a mine, activates near the caves 2 miles off. There's a sudden rush of movement in that direction.

[onceaviking]

Eric's heads whips in that direction and he growls.
It's an involuntary sound.
An inhuman sound.

[runningred]

Jay's mikes pick it up and he shivers, feeling the sound go straight to his lizard brain. He has to reach down to readjust himself through his armour.

[onceaviking]

There's the rainiest scrape of fabric against fabric.
Almost too faint too detect.

There's a pause.

Then Eric makes a noise again. Deeper. More drawn out.

[runningred]

Jay moans and gives himself a soft squeeze. He really needs to move again Eric's growl has him awkwardly hard.

[onceaviking]

Such a soft, vulnerable sound.

Eric grins and then he drops fang.

[runningred]

Jay forces himself to his feet, cursing the unforgiving cup in his armour and makes for the tree line.

[onceaviking]

Eric lands, a little ways away, and breaks into a trot.

He is pretty certain he is moving in roughly the right direction.

[runningred]

Jay can hear Eric behind him and drops behind a clump of trees, standing very still.'

[onceaviking]

Eric stops.
Breathing.

Tasting the air.

[runningred]

Jay stays very, very still, the air exchange on his mask keeping his scent out of the air but it's warmer than the air around him in the crisps evening chill.

[onceaviking]

He can sense the heat.

Eric growls again. A little softer this time.

[runningred]

Jay stays very still, shutting down the vents in his suit. He can go ten minutes or so on the air in his suit's reserves. Less, if he doesn't slow down his breathing. He tries to meditate, tries to control his body's reactions to Eric's growl.

[onceaviking]

Eric scans his surroundings and then he stills.

Few beings can be as still as a vampire.
As patient.

Waiting.

[runningred]

Unfortunately Jay's air reaches an end and he has to open the vents again, spilling hot air with a soft but unnatural hiss.

[onceaviking]

Eric makes a small, pleased sound, and hurls himself in the general direction of the soft but damning noise.

[runningred]

Jay knows he can't outrun Eric, but that doesn't mean he won't give it a go. He bolts for the cover of the trees, abandoning stealth as well.

[onceaviking]

Eric makes a close to jubilant sound and increases his pace.

[runningred]

Jay can't outrun him for long, zigging and zagging around the trees.

[onceaviking]

But Eric might slow down, just a little bit.
Just for the fun of it.

And then he is suddenly on top of Jay. Fangs down. Snarling.

[runningred]

Jay rolls, trying to fend Eric off. He may be down, but he's not out. He may only be human but he's in peak combat condition. And the suit is puncture proof so Eric's going to need to work to get his snack out of its wrapper.

[onceaviking]

Eric likes a bit of a challenge.

He catches one of Jay's wrists and slams it into the ground, growling again.