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She recognised the pattern the droplets had left as being from a particularly strong bladed slash, Cut-cheek, she thought. As she stared at the sand around the blood, taking in each indentations size, shape and location, the picture of what had happened began to form interracial in her mind's eye. She identified and followed the actions of a set of boot prints, walk, walk, pause, kneel, twist, shell casings, jump back, drop weapon, Isiri footprints, blood. The marine had knelt likely the instant the order to charge had been given and had discharged a burst of fire. Counting the shell casings Lysera could see how little she had managed to get off before she had been rushed by cut-cheek. A few details of the fight had been obscured by the obvious drag marks of a male humans corpse, but one set of tracks were clear enough, leading away from the stricken cut-cheek and further off into the rocks. Lysera followed with a slow deliberate pace, ensuring she never lost the set of footprints as they began to separate from the chaos of the fight, becoming more distinct and less cluttered. Lysera was impressed with how the human had stuck to natural cover, slipping away from the fight unhindered and unnoticed by Isiri. As she took each step with care, feeling the coarse sand as it pressed between her clawed toes, she turned her mind to that of her prey, trying to see thing from her point of view, but the more she tried to make sense of it the less it did. If the stories she had heard of these unique marines were to be believed they were fierce warriors, fanatic to the human cause and fearless. Yet this one had fled. If a coward then a strong, intelligent one, but that notion didn’t feel right. It felt like she was missing something critical, some information that would make everything just fall into place. As time passed and the distance grew the non-ambient scents in the air from the battleground and the camp grew thinner and thinner leaving only one. The smell of human sweat and metal, no matter how faint, was like a beacon to Lysera’s senses and it allowed her to pick up her pace, gaining confidence until she was as a steady run, her feet pounding the sand as she no longer had to follow the prints in the sand, having only to stop on occasion to re-scent her prey. The human had travelled fast but had so far made easy game in the hunt, her tracks easy to follow and Lysera, though moving fast herself, relying on the fire burning within to provide her with strength and stamina she didn’t yet push herself to her limits. She was unsure at which point she would catch up with the human and it wouldn’t do to arrive out of breath and off guard. As the shadows of the planets long twilight began to set in, casting the world in an eerie red light haze the planets duel moons began to rise and Lysera found herself slowing. Over the last couple of kilometres the ground to either side of her had begun to rise and close in, what had been a low valley when she had entered was fast becoming an increasingly narrow gulch, the cliff walls stretching out above her in what for her would be a challenging climb and for a human an impossibility. Lysera came to a stop at a point where the gulch narrowed further, her breathing controlled despite the lengths big cock at which she had been running, her instincts giving her pause. The human’s scent was thick here, recent and alluring in its baseness, no perfumes or masks, just her prey, tired from a long run, seeking shelter from the sands as night approached. Taking a step forward Lysera put a hand on the Lancer strapped to her back and she remembered her Seconds words, to be wary of the sands. She had no doubt her Second had been cautioning her not to forget about the planets unpredictable sandstorms, but even though none were in the air that she could sense, she hesitated, feeling uncharacteristically uncertain. The smell and sense of her prey so close fed the fire in her and it commanded she finish the chase, take the human while she was tired and unprepared, find a quiet spot sheltered away from the world and claim her prize. The fire drove her forward another few steps but again something in her mind held her back. Frustrated and eager to claim her spoils it took a conscious effort Pussy Fucking of willpower to force the fire to subside, something many others, even of her rank would struggle to do when the climax of the hunt felt so close at hand. As the fire subsided Lysera felt a little weariness settle into her limbs. It had been a long run and a long day even before that. She turned her mind from thoughts of taking what was hers and instead tried to figure out what had put her senses on edge. With a hand still on her Lancer she looked from the rock faces guiding her along to the cliff tops above, then down to the winding passage vanishing off before her and lastly to the sands at her feet where her eyes focused and a frown formed on her plush cherry lips. The human's tracks were deep and uniform, as easy to follow as the scent in her wake, so obvious in fact that even a Fifth could’ve followed with ease. Lysera blinked, her breath catching in her throat as all the pieces seemed to at once fall neatly into place, the entire day's events culminating into a single all-encompassing realisation that burned through her mind and body, giving her life. Lysera grinned and let her fingers release the Lancer. She knew where the human was and she Hardcore Sex would have to be quick and quiet. The climb wasn’t as difficult as she had first assumed, though it was a good test of her control, relying on her fires incredible strength and endurance to heave her own massive bulk up while keeping her cool and calm, placing each hand and foot with caution, knowing that any loud noise could prove to be her downfall Big Tits in the critical moments that followed. He nudged me and, having my attention, nodded his head in the direction of the bar. Zach asked, and Pussy Fucking Molly nodded. This only helped to fuel my mind, and soon I found myself with a painful sensation of stiffness that I could not immediately relieve. The three of us. He said no that is ok I have lived a long time and you have done more for me in two months and he did my whole life. May pushed me away in disgust. The repository tank's head was huge – almost square, four inches at diameter and very coarse . 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