Hunter and Hunted [Open]

Kaida could hear the sounds of the Nightmares running wild in the time of day that suited their interests best, nighttime, of course. Their Digimon seemed to be having a blast as well, if the childish or guttural voices that sometimes broke the monotone was any indication. If she narrowed her eyes, she could see shapes darting through the backs of buildings or alleyways, or an unfortunate soul who had lost the battle and received a beating as reward. She reasoned this was probably a little demonstration on those that stayed close to the Nightmare territory. Reasonable, but she digressed.

She didn't participate, she had joined this little gang out of self-preservation, not to help in a silly mugging! A scream ripped through the air, carrying easily to the catwalk she perched on, and she stiffened for a few seconds before blowing out a puff of breath. No, she was fine up here.

Suddenly, movement rippled through her jacket, as it something was trapped beneath her skin. The shape thrust upward and managed to breach under her bandana. A rare smile crossed her lips, the Serpentemon returning the favor before wrapping himself completely around her neck, head swaying from side to side as he gazed into the alleyways. "Something here." He suddenly mumbled, crimson eyes glaring straight down. Samantha jerked in response to Jorgie's words, important as they were, and leaned over the catwalk with an iron grip on the railings. Her head pricked up slightly, movement there was!

A wall of hesitation struck her, should she strike? It was far from the Nightmare's true territory, no real reason except to ask to get hurt...unless they had a Digimon...

Kaida glanced out of the corner of her eyes at Jorgie, coiled so loyally around her, "Need the data?" She whispered, and a predatory smirk exposed the Serpentemon's fangs, "Yes." That was it then. Kaida launched into motion, actually heading up the catwalk for a brief moment as Jorgie kept his eyes on the movement below, and grasped a pipe on the opposing end and slid down. Her hands hurt like hell, but it was worth it to be ahead of her prey, and she stalked to where they likely stood, her face set in grim determination should alert whoever her victim or victims were that she meant cruel business. If they don't have a Digimon, I'll just leave them alone, right? Right. Jorgie needs to get stronger, by any means necessary. Even if I don't kill it, I need that respect. I need it. Her mind continued to race as she got closer, but she kept her face in a scowl and growled when they came into view.

She was quite a sight, adorned with a skull on the front of her jacket, serpent around her neck.

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