Pouncing Away [Duma]

Jo was licking her paws when a burst of wind wiped by her. She stopped licking, tong still out, eyes wide trying to figure out what the heck that was. She put her paw down and saw the blur of gold and black running in circles. She rolled her eyes, figuring it was a innocent, for a hunter would have already attacked. She watched the movement before she wanted to do something about it. So with a sly smile on her face, phased into human jo and stuck her foot out, crossing paths with the animal running. She sat back on the rock, crossing her legs into a pretzel shape, her light brown hair blowing in the breeze. She wanted to meet this character, she was now very curious and up for a little bit of fun. She smiled and tilted her head to the side, an animal characteristic, and waited for the stranger to talk to her.

Jocelyn let out a laugh when he tripped and fell, then laughed harder when he asked what he did. She already liked this character. She calmed down from her laughing fit and looked at the cheetah.
Well I wanted to meet you. I cant have a nice conversation when they are running in circles around me now can I?
The wind picked up for a second, blowing her shoulder length light auburn hair around her delicate face. She breathed in the fresh air, which was filled with the scent of the lush grass and the wild flowers. She looked at the cheetah, her green eyes sparkling in the sun and gave him a sweet smile.
So, I'm Jocelyn, you can call me Jo. And you would be...?
She stood up from the rock she was sitting on and reached out her hand for a handshake, a gesture that hinted at the fact she wanted him to phase to a human, for she already met the cheetah part of him. She couldnt help but wonder what he looked like, was he cute? Tall or short? Then she realized that she needed a life, for her mind was racing of how their relationship would go...just friends? Or potentially more then friends? She shook her head to rid the thoughts, was she really that lonely that a complete stranger could get her to think of maybe a relationship further down the road? Wow...poor Jo.

Jo straightened her back and presented her small but firm hand to greet him.
Hello Duma. Cheetah huh? Always loved cheetahs, such amazing creatures. Im just a plain ol' kitty cat.
She said laughing, returning her hands to her well shaped hips. She had always liked keeping in shape. She had a flat belly with the smallest hint of abs and her legs were toned from running, yet she was not a stick and had some meat on her bones. All in all, a well shaped, fit young woman. She eyed Duma, looking him over and smiling to herself in her head, thinking that this Duma was attractive.
So, you come here often?
Not until the words were out of her mouth, did she realized that she used a pick up line on the man. Oh Crap. She thought to herself, her cheeks turning a bright pink from embarrassment.
I mean, do you like it here?
She stammered out trying to cover her tracks. She was so embarrassed she instinctively tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and scratched her forehead. She kept her eyes away from his, which somehow seemed to reach deep into her soul, which also made her feel uncomfortable. She felt like he could read her thoughts, then again, the way she was acting made it sure he knew that she thought he was appealing, and that she made a fool of herself.

(ooc - haha once, but it was in a joking way, the guy and i were going back and forth with cheesy lines. fun times lol)

She shot him a glance when he made fun of her line, and although she didnt mean to say it, she now felt like she had to defend it to the death.
It does work! And you know why? Because it is so bad and cheesy. It always gets a laugh, or chuckle, which means the person found it slightly funny. Funny is good. Got you talking to me didnt it?
She added with a smirk, suddenly feeling more at ease with Duma and more open to joking around and showing him her true opinionated self. After her little rampant she realized that she had a bad case of butterflies. She hasnt felt those since she was in like 6th grade. Darn, him why did he have to be sooo cute? She asked herself. She smiled at him with her cheeks still a bit red. She flicked her head to the side, gesturing for him to walk with her. And with that she started walking through the meadow, heading towards a small pond that she knew was there, hidden in the trees.

Jo liked walking beside someone, it has been hard trying to find some friends here, always concerned with the movement of the Hunters, she hasnt had time to go out and just have fun and to meet new people.
So...Duma. What do you do for fun?
She asked, she knew it was a silly question, but she was just trying to keep the conversation going. She stole a sideways glance at the man, wheels turning in her head. She wondered if he knew what the Hunters were, and what they did. Maybe, just maybe he would want to help her track them down...and dispose of them. She may not look like it, but she has taken a few of their lives. No in combat of course, but in a sneaky way, like an assassin. She didnt like taking their lives, but all she thought about was what they would do, and how many people they have hurt or taken captives. She lost a friend that way a few years back. She decided to just jump right out and ask him.
Do you know who the Hunters are?
She asked him, stopping her pace and turning to face him. Her face was serious for the first time since she met Duma. Her eyes seemed to grow a dark forest green, giving away some of the things she has seen and done in the past.

[ooc - it could be like later afternoon....slowly starting to get dark]

Jo could feel him looking into her through his eyes, but she held the stare, she felt so comfortable with him, so at ease and able to be herself. She let out a big smile when he said run, so fitting for him and his talisman. When he spoke of the Hunters she was surprised to hear that he normally left them alone, did he know what they really did? She would have taken him for a guy who does something about it. Even though he came off dark and mysterious, there was also a hint of his side wanting to maybe do something to help other people.
You do know what they do to people don't you? I know. And I do something about it. I've been tracking them my entire life, and, well, getting rid as many of them as I can. I could use help, but no one has enough balls to stand up to them. They would rather sit back and watch their friends and family get taken away and made into god knows what. I know I will die by their hands, but im ok with that, because I know I did some good.
She threw in a little hint of him just ignoring the problem....hoping that hinting at him having no balls would spark an urge to help her. But she left it at the strong comment and turned her head away to watch the sun begin its descent, darkening the meadow. The suddenly she had an impulse.
She jumped around and gave Duma and big shove, tossing him backward. She took off running and laughing, glad that she caught him off guard.