Regan has taken to wandering -- at length -- the West side of Sacrosanct. She is not Pack, but somewhere in the back of her mind, she believes she was offered an invitation to join. By that very idea she is also under the belief that until she decides one way or another, she is allowed to wander these lands at her leisure. Should that not be the case? Well, she always had loved stirring up trouble and there wasn't a rule Regan didn't love to break.

It was on such a night that the intensity of the magic surrounding her shifted. It gave the midnight hued tiger pause. She had never felt a magic like this...this was not a Were...it was something...different. A silent snarl curls her lips in distaste and with a flick of her long tail she vanishes into the shadows. Time to find out exactly what or who that aura belonged to.

It doesn't take long for the tiger to find the source of the difference. There stands a crimson haired woman and at her side is a Jaguar unlike anything Regan had ever come across. It was intelligent but not a human consciousness. BY what manner of creature was it then? All Regan knew was that it reeked of abomination. Her violet gaze shifts past the pair to land on the she-wolf Raven and the human version of the tawny leopard...Tobi? Yes Tobi. Content to simply observe from the darkness for now, Regan simply waits. Watching.

It is when Raven grows in size and Tobi swiftly changes into his leopard form that Regan realizes something is different. Some unspoken decision has been reached and the time for waiting has ended. The obsidian feline prowls from the shadows, a silent predator of the night. She moves with a seamless grace -- each step fluid and relaxed. The shift and pull of sinew and muscle belying the barely restrained power coiling inside her. It was time to join her 'might be pack' in the hunt.

Regan is careful to catch Tobi's eye and she slunk up behind the crimson haired woman and her abomination for a Jaguar. A flick of her tail signals the direction she is going to move in, in order to ascertain that their prey cannot escape. Though letting them run and ultimately realizing there was no escape possible was a wondrous feeling... But this hardly seemed the time. This 'hunt' was something altogether different. Regan closes her eyes, centers her aura and solidifies her control. The moment her violet eyes open and lift to her prey, they are glowing eerily in the darkness.

Let the games begin.