If I Stay [Private]

The limits did not exist. They were endless - an infinite amount of ways which someone could not decipher alone, nor ever. Thousands of bright warriors hung from the massive, dark blue wrath that covered the skies above. Far off into the mountains could she see the rest of the color; slowly and effortlessly cascading down with the sun tucked somewhere within it to rest. Only then once that round ball of fire finally sleep and the hours will temporarily be filled with silence and destruction. And then there was always the moon. It had completed it's shape to a whole, as it had been reshaping all of that month in advance, and played a delicate role of accompanying the star scattered air quite nicely. To her knowledge, the nights of the full noon were known to be the most dangerous to her vulnerable species; but in a way, she no longer learned to care as much as to what happened to her. Death was acceptable as of now. She had completed her tasks of finally joining the department and working along side many others which have filled her with a clean happiness. Although, there was still that loneliness she sensed, and could side it with the idea of the humans needing more in quantity over quality. Perhaps she should help Liara into spreading the world a bit more and a lot more secretly than she had been trying to do as a General; as of now, she would just train and keep to herself until come time where she had the chance ot tell her, or bring the idea up when they were alone. Maybe she could talk to Wesley about things as well in that case. They had a nice bond, she assumed, and maybe he'd give her the chance of passing it on to the rest of the higher rankings. The young Airman eventually shrugged it off and rolled a set of nimble fingers through her long, dark brunette hair that fell in loose, natural southern curls along her backside. She had been growing it this way since she was a little girl in boots, and still has been able to keep up the tradition of wearing the same style no matter how many times it'd change with the rest of the technology-built world today. As for weapons, it was another story.

Bow in hand, she gripped it firmly in place so it wouldn't slip from her grasps as she emerged closer to the pass. She wore a black white-beater that made her body seem a lot more slim and accented to her hour-glass figure and bust. For bottoms, she had slipped into a simple pair of dark camouflaged joggers, a light fabric made easier for running back at the camp's base. It was not apart of their uniform in particularly, but she did enjoy wearing them for training purposes and lounging around the work's center with the rest of the small group of the soldiers. Her feet were paired with a normal running shoe, their colors of a solid black and dark grey. Her hair was loose and pulled into a low bun, keeping some of the strands to easily fall out and normally frame her angular-shaped face and hug her slightly high cheekbones. She of course unfortunately had forgotten her night-vision glasses at base, but she would just have to manage by her sense of hearing and ability to see so far in dark areas, like most humans would without the proper tools. They didn't always have such nice things to help them along the way, surely they used with what they had from the land, if not themselves as their own weapon. Skyler admired those whom worshiped the land so long ago and the weapons they attempted to construct in that time of little technology and machinery. She still is able to find herself amazed by how much has changed in so many years, though some of it is a slight surprise. Humans, or actually, all types of individuals, were meant to evolve and change the world, and it would keep changing forever until the earth would eventually come to a final stand. Maybe it'd end in destruction - and perhaps maybe, it'd come to a peace finally. She dreamed of what it would be like for kids to walk out their houses again and never have to worry about a werewolf, or perhaps a nasty vampire to come around and kill them. Or what it'd be like to fall in love with another race and completely be accepted to society. The human believed everyone deserved a chance to be heard and favoured for who they were, no matter the species or home they came from. Love was to be something that anyone could experience and earn; now that society has accepted gay marriages and things along that line, why was it so hard to understand the mixed species marriages or matings, however it was to them. Didn't everyone deserve that life for themselves?

She crouched low to the ground and hid quietly behind a neighboring boulder that had nearly blocked her path from walking across the elder's pass bridge crossing the little stream far below. Her arrows hung neatly behind her shoulders by a leather strap that crossed over her chest. Stopping just short of being behind it, she leaned on the large rock and looked over and around it to see if anything where in range of spying on her. When seeing the coast was clear, she glanced down at her phone to see if she had any messages, leaving the notice with General Liara to say she would be out for a while and try to get back to camp before midnight. It was 2200 as of now, which meant she had enough time to get some training weaved in those two hours before it was time to head back to base. She had work tomorrow; she would at least need a couple hours to energize up before the usual daily morning routine. She would just have to push through the morning work-out they normally set her at on whatever energy she had vamped up in her sleeping time. When she had sent the message, she put her phone on silent and carried on with her tasks. She made it across the rock-carved pass and dipped low while slowly removing one of her arrows to be positioned into the bow's string and her hand. Holding it pointed to the ground, she bent her knees and stalked closer until looking up at the sudden noise. She looked to her left, wondering if it were just a rabbit, and aiming quickly to get it in time. Even if it weren't a rabbit, she wasn't going to take the chance of allowing the mystery object to hurt her. She fired, hoping it'd either hit whatever moved, or scared it off with the ricocheting sound of it bouncing off the boulder walls. Skyler exhaled gradually after the shot and craned her neck around to see what had happened. Maybe it was all in her head and it wasn't actually something but just the wind that had scared her.

Rubbing a gentle hand over her one blue and hazel speckled eye, Skyler leaned on the backs of her feet as she slowly regained composure. She must've been frightened for no reason, which meant she could continue, however as soon as she began to turn around, the sound of footsteps neared into the slight of hearing distance. Her attention moved towards it over her shoulder, and the color soon drained from her face as she found a pair of fiery stormy blue eyes staring back at her. She appeared effortlessly beautiful in plain sight, and Skyler couldn't help but wonder as to why one would wish to be out here, let alone dressed like that, and be angered so easily. Judging by the arrow in her hand, her suspicions were silently clarified and she concluded that her life was not in jeopardy. She didn't answer to any of the questions she was put up against, for she was too busy being cautious about the vicious noise that echoed out of the foreign woman's windpipe. From long ago in college, she knew and learned plenty on the multiple species running about their world, and even experimented socially amongst them to a degree while she was still young and reckless. Unfortunately, the human had not seen what this stranger had shifted from, and carefully swayed her choices between a werewolf and shifter according to the growl. It sounded more feline than canine, so she worked a slight idea around that rather than anything else that may have given it away.

Without a moment to spare, she gripped her bow tightly and held it carefully at her side before making a break for it. Skyler had never outrun a large feline before, and knew as a human, they had only evolved so much since the 21st century. Their speeds have grown slightly, but so have the animals along with them; the adrenaline would only last so long inside of her until she would give in. She tried climbing to higher ground, but her sneakers disabled that ability, for the soles were not built for steep terrains. Still, she grunted and pushed through the pain like she did every day for training at base. They worked in these obstacles all the time, which was the only experience she was running on at this point, along with instincts. She was thankful for that, but knew the outcome if she couldn't keep pushing herself. Skyler took no chances in looking behind her - it would only slow her down. Once she had gotten up onto a rock, she balanced herself from falling backwards. It was a long way down, she remembered. Bow in hand, her arms trembled from using so much power to get up there, pulling into shooting position just in time to find the female in her sights. The shaking of her hands would affect her shot, she knew. Firing, she ducked low against the rock and jumped off onto flatter around, heading to the edge of the territory where there was more shelter, which consisted of a tree or two. She panted heavily, and made the mistake of looking over her shoulder to see if she had missed or got the possible shifter, only to trip over her own feet and tumble to the ground. Skyler's eyes widened with great fear and doubt and she backed up on her palms and feet, trying to recover herself to get back up and sprint as fast as possible away.