[sblock=Jarkav]Jarkav stood in the tree, whisker twitching in the wind. There was a pest about, one that toyed with the fey that had settled in his corner of the woods. The Lacerta could smell the scent in his tiger form, it neared, and he prepared to pounce.
Jarkav leaped from the tree as the object of his stalk swung through the trees. As his paws shifted to hands, he grabbed the vine, drawing a dagger and cutting it. The two landed, Jarkev with the grace of a cat, and quickly he pounced on his prey, pinning it down with his feet.
"Ouch, that hurt!" cried Araneau. "What's guy got to do to sneak a peak and the nymphs?"[/sblock]
Ok, this might be better, though I could be overusing him.... he's fun