Idalani was a nice change of scenery, considering he was always surrounded by thieves or questionable people. But that was the crowd of places like the Slums and the dark corners of small towns, wasn't it? He was only asking for it if he stayed in those places.
Idalani, on the other hand, was a happy, fun-loving place where little lovers could come around and enjoy themselves. No criminals or killers here; he would probably be safe around here, where no one was after his head or trying to hire him to do a killing. Being one of Evelon's most popular killer Lucain, it had brought many petty people to ask him to kill someone. However, his tune had changed since then, and it seemed like, despite him keeping low, people still hadn't caught on that his killings actually had a reason to them.
What depressing talk. Surely he had better things to think about, especially in this wonderland-like setting? And in fact, he did, as soon as his nose caught a whiff of something delicious.
He crouched down as he followed the squirrel slowly and quietly. He hadn't hunted in a very long time, nor had he used this form in many months — perhaps even over a year. It was a little rusty, but things like hunting couldn't be lost, just like riding a bicycle. You just had to get used to it, is all.
As he followed the squirrel, he eventually caught a sniff of some Lucain smells around him. His first thought was that it was just a wild Lucain who'd passed by... and that was all he thought about. Nobody was around, and this squirrel was his. His muscles tensed as he readied himself to jump, and...