Job Done (Open)

[Damian Grímur]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, height: 50px; overflow: auto; width: 400px; padding: 20px; background-color: #f6d28c; moz-box-shadow: 5px 5px 5px #000000; box-shadow: 5px 5px 5px #000000; border: 2px solid #000000;] there was frost on the ground * * when the tigers broke free AS DAMIAN SWUNG at nothing the street cat disappeared into the alleyway. If anything the tiger looked a little foolish now. His cheeks were still red and his eyes burned with fire. He certainly didn’t like being patronized and made to feel foolish. This was the sort of situation where he would stomp his feet around and break a few fire hydrants and pump his fists into rock hard wall making imprints as easy as if touching wet cement. “That punk is going to pay!” Damian said as he jogged to the alleyway. He saw the flash of the street cat turning the corner and followed at a brisk walk. The alleyway smelled like a mixture of death, moldy food, alcohol, diseased sex and drugs. Instantly Damian covered his nose with his white shirt. If anything the street cat had raked up another infraction against Damian. He would probably have this disgusting scent in his nostrils until he snorted axe directly into his nostrils. And it was all Rhi’s fault! The alleyway was also full of grime. He almost stepped into something that might have come from someone’s mouth either gum or mucus. He followed the street cat wondering where he was going and what he was going to do when he caught up to him. Pummel him senseless? Something more sinister? OOC – I was typing the other post on my iTouch and didn’t realize how short it was. Opps.

[rhian]

Rhian hummed softly as he moved thorugh the alleyway, smiling slightly to himself as he noticed some street cats jumping on some boxes and other such things. He turned his attention over to one, giving her a small stroke. "Hey kitten. How are you doing today?" He brushed his fingers through the black cat's fur, picking her clean as he listened to the kitten purr. He chuckled softly and gave her ear a rub before he continued on. "I'll be sure to come back and give you the head of the fish I'm about to get. I'm sure you'll be nice a share right?" He chuckled at the small meow he got in responce as he moved through the alleyways.

He knew these grimmy 'streets' as much as the rats and cats that lived in them. He often times would travel through the hidden roads to get away from other animals or people. Or if he needed to deleiver something rather fast. The reak that came from the trash and bodies that moved through the alleyway became something Rhian could no longer smell. Or well, he could smell it, but it became something so normal it no longer bothered him. He chuckled softly, remembering the first couple of times he used the Alleyway to mov about. He was about knocked out by the stench alone.

Movement behind him caught his eye, making Rhian shift back and look behind him. That stupid tiger was following him? For a moment panic rose up within him. He didn't think the tiger was going to just follow after him to chat. He had an idea that that wasn't it at all. He moved quicker down the alleyways, noping that the scent of everything else would cover up his own. Making the tiger unable to track him. After a quick thought he dipped behind a group of boxes and shifted quickly and easily. Thankfully being a small cat had one good thing. His clothes never ripped from getting bigger. He wiggled out of the pile of cloths, making sure they were pretty well hidden before fluffing out his long fur and jumping ontop of a large trash can to clean himself.

Rhian had to admit, he was a pretty cat. His fur was always soft and silky because of how often he cleaned himself. His strands of fur had a soft color to them, going from black at the base and fading to white by the tip. Other strands even had a brown or cream color to them and around his sharp icy blue eyes was a mask of brownish black coloration. His ears, tipped with the same brownish black color, twitched, noticing some other cats coming around him. He mearly cleaned himself, ignoring the things around him and hoping the tiger wouldn't catch his smell and would give up.

[Damian Grímur]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, height: 50px; overflow: auto; width: 400px; padding: 20px; background-color: #f6d28c; moz-box-shadow: 5px 5px 5px #000000; box-shadow: 5px 5px 5px #000000; border: 2px solid #000000;] there was frost on the ground * * when the tigers broke free DAMIAN MOVED THROUGH the alleyway. He was alert and ready for a whole team of ninjas to come at him with ninja stars, shivs and demand his wallet and shoes. They would probably also want to cut off his arm for his Rolex. It was obvious that though Damian enjoyed sometimes slumming with the poor ones he certainly had never wandered down an alleyway where anything bad could happen to him. “Rhi. Rhi.” Damian shouted, letting Rhi know that he knew the boy’s name. Unless Rhi was something else and he was making a bit of a fool of himself. “You best tell me what you are!” He shouted in the alley. He turned and saw no one except boxes from some restaurant. And then he saw Rhi turn down another alleyway. Damian ran until he heard a little ‘meow’ and saw a black cat. It smelled like the mystery scent of whatever Rhi was. It was obvious that he had stopped to pet the cat. Damian took hold of the small black cat. He wasn’t too worried that it could have rabies; he would have smelt the rabies. “I have your cat!” He said as he turned down the alleyway and held the cat up in front of him. “And I’m not afraid to drown him!” Though Damian doubted that would draw Rhi back. Why would he care what happened to a stray cat? Unless he was homeless and lived down these alleyways and saw this cat every day. Damian ran down the alleyway with the cat. Unaware of the other cat that was hiding in a nest of clothes. “If you want this cat alive then you’ll tell me what you are!” He shouted into the long alley. Of course he didn’t want to hurt this cat. He was a large cat and this cat was shaking in his grip, obviously sensing on some animalistic level that he was a more dangerous version of it.

[rhian]

Rhian paused in his cleaning as he heard the other yelling out his name. Or well, half his name anyway. Rhian's fur bristled up on end. Only his friends or people he liked could call him Rhi. This stupid tiger had no rights! Rhian growled softly but kepted that down and quiet. He didn't want to draw attention to himself. He was deeply amused by watching the tiger running down the alleyway though. He looked kind of silly but that was a though Rhian would forever keep to himself.

His hairs stood up on end once again as his friend was grabbed. He hissed deeply and jumped after the man. He wouldn't dare hurt Isabella! Rhian made a few quick jumps and landed right in front of the tiger.

With ease Rhian shifted back, standing in the way and glaring murderously at the larger man. He knew he was naked, showing off his slightly toned but still skinny body off to the other man, but at the moment he didn't care at all. "Drop Isabella right now! Happy, see, I'm a fucking house cat, a 'street cat' as you so called me. Nothing special. So let her go." Rhian hissed the words out to the tiger, still feeling extreamly wary around the larger cat but his want to save his friend overrided that worry.

"And don't call me Rhi. My name is Rhian. Only people I like can call me Rhi and you are sure as hell not on that list Mister Tiger." Rhian shook his head and crossed his arms acrossed his chest, finally noticing his lack of clothes. His glanced around for a second, trying to remember what box he had hid behind before he spotted the pile behind the tiger.

[Damian Grímur]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, height: 50px; overflow: auto; width: 400px; padding: 20px; background-color: #f6d28c; moz-box-shadow: 5px 5px 5px #000000; box-shadow: 5px 5px 5px #000000; border: 2px solid #000000;] there was frost on the ground * * when the tigers broke free DAMIAN DIDN'T WANT to hurt the cat. The cats were sort of related to him in a way. He even had one as a house pet since he could never enjoy the company of a dog and a dog could never enjoy the company of him. The black cat squirmed in his arms and Damian wondered if Rhi would show up. Otherwise he would just take the cat with him and not kill him. He couldn’t do that. He would attack other were-tigers if they tried to kidnap him for his rare yellow fur but he couldn’t make this black cat into chunky wall soup. Out of the corner of his eyes Damian saw another cat. His eyes went wide with shock as Rhi appeared before him. He himself was a bloody housecat! So when Damian had called him a street cat he was actually right! Rhi was hissing the words, obviously very protective of the cat he probably could never give a home to. Damian let the black cat Isabella down on the ground very gently as if to show Rhi that he meant her absolutely no harm. “Sorry.” Damian said feeling very foolish. He was apologizing perhaps for all of the wrong things he had done up to calling Rhian Rhi. He walked past the naked man and continued down the alley not sure of where he was going. He just wanted to get out of the alley. He didn’t bother to realize that maybe Rhian had torn all his clothes and was now nude. It wasn’t his problem and now that he knew that the street cat was a street cat he had absolutely no interest in it. The problem was that Isabella had begun to follow Damian. Probably smelling both his tiger self but his own cat pet.

[rhian]

Rhian glared at the tiger, watching him like a hawk as he carefully set Isabella down. He let out a breath softly. He didn't know this tiger, he could have very well just snapped his little kitten's neck. Could have very well demanded more information. After all being a street cat wasn't a very normal thing, as he did snare the tiger's intrest with just his scent alone.

He rolled his eyes as the other said sorry and he himself moved past the stranger to his pile of clothes. "Yeah yeah, now you say sorry. Stalk me, demand information, threaten a kitten, be all rude to me, don't even introduce yourself, no manners anymore." Rhain shook his head as he moved over to his pile of clothes. He picked them up, brushing the extra dirt that had clung onto it. "Same as all the others around here. All intrested and bothering till you find out what I am, than you leave me. And you damn people wonder why I don't tell anyone!" Rhian was grumbling to himself at this point, pulling his cloths back on and brushing off even more dirt that he noticed. He deflated slightly when he noticed a new hole. He must have caught it on something when he was in the alley way tring to avoid the other. "I could be a damn good house cat for all you know. Feed me and play with me and bam all happy. I cook, I clean, I'm adorable as a cat." Rhian shook his head and sighed, brushing his fingers through his hair. Why did he even care? He didn't want to be 'owned' anyway. Sad side affect of being a cat. He wanted love and attention and he never got it once others found out just what he was. He wasn't intresting anymore after that.

He looked over, blinking when he noticed Isabella following after the tiger. "Don't Isabella. He probably isn't a very good owner anyway. Has a temper." He clicked his tongue softly to the cat, kneeling down pick her up. He stood up with the kitten in his arms now, watching the man before he sighed softly. "If you keep going that way your going to get even more lost. It will take you to an even worse part of town. And I'm sure they will enjoy a the pretty shiny things you have on there." Rhian shook his head and turned slightly. "Turn back around and head straight for two blocks than turn left and than right. Keep going straight and you'll get back to the street you started this stupid thing on." Rhian shook his head and turned himself, about to go down a different alleyway.

[Damian Grímur]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, height: 50px; overflow: auto; width: 400px; padding: 20px; background-color: #f6d28c; moz-box-shadow: 5px 5px 5px #000000; box-shadow: 5px 5px 5px #000000; border: 2px solid #000000;] there was frost on the ground * * when the tigers broke free WITH HIS BACK turned Damian could hear Rhian speak. He wasn’t whispering and Damian had quite good hearing, the house cat would know this as he probably had excellent hearing as well. Damian stopped in his tracks and then turned around in time to see him pick up the black cat. “You want to live in my house and be my cat?” Damian said shockingly as he was given directions back the way he came. “Let me get this straight. You want to cook and clean and be a house cat?” By now Rhian had on his clothes. Though Damian took note of a new hole knowing that it was entirely his fault that it was there. “I’m sorry about your shit. I’ll buy you a new one.” The were tiger knew not to offer on buying him new pants and undergarments as well since Rhian wasn’t desperate enough to take the money earlier he had tried to offer. Damian was not totally opposed to the idea as having Rhian be his house cat. Rhian was incredibly handsome yet he probably wasn’t gay or bisexual. “I’m Damian. Damian Grimm.” He said introducing himself. He first thought to give a false surname but what was the point? If Rhian did come to live with him then he would know that it was a false name soon enough. “But I’m insulted that you think I could be taken. I’m a were-Tiger. I’ve probably fought and killed more humans, werewolves and were-Tigers then you can count.” He flexed his muscles which were bulging to prove his point. He looked like he could be on steroids. Yet for all the time he ran as a tiger stretching muscles and pushing things to new bounds humans couldn’t even dream of it was impossible to not have muscles.

[rhian]

Rhian blinked before a couple shades of red soon colored his face. "God don't say it like that. Geez." He rubbed softly at his face with his free hand. "I mean I wouldn't want to be in my cat form all the time if that's what you are thinking. But I'm still a cat. House cat's want love and attention after all." He brushed his fingers through his hair again before shaking it, rubbing Isabella's head softly and listening as she purred to him. "But..I guess? I mean everyone wants someone to look after them and someone to look after right? Though I don't think you would want me. I'll find a home and master somewhere else." Rhian blinked and shook his head, it sounded so strange to him but yet normal at the same time. Stupid cat instincts.

He looked down at the hole in his shirt and hesitated. The hand that had been petting Isabella moved down to touch and look over the rip. "No. I'll be fine. It should be a simple job to sew up." He shrugged his shoulders, blinking as Isabella jumped from his arms and ran after a mouse that had been spoted. He chuckled softly and shook his head before looking back over to the tiger.

"Damian." Rhian spoke the name softly, getting a feel for it before he nodded his head. The name suited the tiger. It was a strong name after all. "Fits you." Rhian's head tilted to the side slightly before he chuckled. "And yet you resort to threatening a kitten to find out about another kitten. Your a strange one. But how would I know? All I know is that your a tiger, you could be a weak one for all I know." Rhian's eyes ran across Damian's body, taking in the muscles and pretty much just admiring the view he was being given.

[Damian Grímur]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, height: 50px; overflow: auto; width: 400px; padding: 20px; background-color: #f6d28c; moz-box-shadow: 5px 5px 5px #000000; box-shadow: 5px 5px 5px #000000; border: 2px solid #000000;] there was frost on the ground * * when the tigers broke free DAMIAN'S DARK COLORED eyes flickered towards the bright red of Rhian’s face. “I didn’t say I didn’t want you.” Because he found himself wanting Rhian very much. He could feel himself harden with lust. Though he couldn’t himself fathom why the attraction. Rhian was homeless and had probably never been to college let alone high school. Damian could have anyone he wanted. But there was just something so unique about having a pet that really was a were-cat. “You shouldn’t have to wear a shirt had to be sewn up.” What had happened to Rhian that caused him to live on the streets? He felt a strange feeling – pity towards this fellow feline. After all, it was the cats versus the dogs. If Rhian was a homeless werewolf Damian wondered if he would find himself feeling pity or lust. The answer would probably be no. But Rhian wasn’t a werewolf, he was a were-cat. His eyes watched as Isabella jumped from Rhian’s arms. For a moment Damian thought the cat would run into his, but the cat only ran after a simple mouse that had been spotted. It looked like the cat was doing a fantastic job at finding his own meals. It looked like Rhian could take lessons. Damian felt himself blush when Rhian brought up the subject of him threatening a kitten to find another kitten. “Oh, I’m a weak one?” he asked as he moved closer towards Rhian in an almost like threatening manner. “Then why don’t you take advantage of me?” he asked with a shifty grin. He felt his confidence growing as his throat gave off a great big purr. “Why don’t you take advantage of me?” he asked as he rubbed against Rhian in a manner of want and need. “Because I want to take advantage of you.” He admitted, wondering if Rhian would be scared off by him. But he saw the way he was staring at him. There had been a couple of times Damian had slept with straight men. Perhaps Rhian would be one of those times.

[rhian]

Rhian sighed as he felt the red slowly fading from his face. Good, he didn't really want to be embarassing himself in front of the sexy tiger. He felt a slight tingle on his face from just that thought but he quickly brushed it away, turning his attention back up at Damian's words. He wanted him? Rhian almost laughed. Sure, the rich hot tiger wanted him! That would be the day. He chuckled softly and opened his mouth to comment when he noticed the look in Damian's eyes. Very much a hunter stalking it's pray. Rhian took a careful step back, his mind telling him to RUN but at the same time it told him that the hunter would probably like that. Rhian sniffed the air slightly, smelling the lust wafting off of the tiger. The red came to life on his face once more as he took another careful step back. "Oh? And if you were my master, what would you have me do? What would you require of me as your pet?" He slid another step back carefully, keeping his eyes on the larger aniamal.

"Most if not all my clothes are sewn up. That's what happens when your family dies and you have nothing left. I have a house though so it could be worse." Rhian spared a glance down at his shirt, brushing his fingers against a couple of spots that were sewn back up together. "At least I'm good a sewing. You can barely tell this shirt has ripped a couple of times." He grinned ot himself, fairly happy with his goal. He had done a damn good job fixing his cloths up once he knew what he was doing. His eyes strayed from his cloths and over to Isabella, grinning as he watched the chase and finally the death of the mouse. Isabella was a happy kitten once more.

Rhian's head shot back up, eyeing Damian carefully as he took another step back. He very much felt like the prey in this conversation. "I never said you were weak. Just that I didn't know if you were or weren't." His eyes grew big at the question, backing himself into the wall. "Hey now. I might be bi but I don't take advantage of. Not really my strong point." Rhian gestured towards himself and his body. "Small and tiny doesn't take advantage of anything." His eyes flicked to the side as he spoke, wondering if he could slip away from the tiger, maybe even shift and dart away. But a part of him liked the attention he was getting, and wanted more of it. He shuddered at the purr that he could praticaly feel vibrating through him. He himself let out a purr of pleasure as Damian rubbed against him, the noise escaping his throat before he could do anything about it. "Why?"

[Damian Grímur]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, height: 50px; overflow: auto; width: 400px; padding: 20px; background-color: #f6d28c; moz-box-shadow: 5px 5px 5px #000000; box-shadow: 5px 5px 5px #000000; border: 2px solid #000000;] there was frost on the ground * * when the tigers broke free DAMIAN WATCHED THE house cat take a step back while keeping his eyes on himself. "Oh? And if you were my master, what would you have me do? What would you require of me as your pet?" He smiled. “Well,” Damian said as he took a step closer to Rhian. “You would be expected to do the usual things a pet would do. There would be some light housework, dusting, sweeping, vacuuming, the dishes, and laundry. Shopping and preparing meals three times a day.” He took a small pause before licking his lips before he spoke and again after. “And maybe some other such … things.” Damian paused when he heard that Rhian’s family members had all died and that he had a house. Though he certainly couldn’t foresee what sort of home Rhian owned if he still needed to patch up his own shirts. “You’re like the male version of Martha Stewart. The animal version too.” He said as he ran his own fingers on Rhian’s shirt where he presumed the patching had taken place. He was getting his tiger scent all over the cat’s shirt. “Do you eat mice?” he asked matter of factly watching Isabella catch the rodent. He was not in the least disturbed by this notion that Rhian possibly ate mice. Damian after all ate animals like deer and rabbits while in tiger form. “That is most certainly a plus.” The tiger was fairly certain that he didn’t have any rodents in his apartment. But he thought he could hear them running around at night. It would be rather nice to set the cat out (Rhian) to chase them. As he would not let his own black cat Boots chase them for fear that Boots might get lost and never come back. Boots was strictly a house cat. Never to see past the front door! Rhian took another step backwards. Damian felt like the hunter. Rhian backed himself into the wall. Damian had the strongest urge to take Rhian and roar with delight for a successful chase. Why did he have to act like prey? "Hey now. I might be bi but I don't take advantage of. Not really my strong point." Damian said, “I can see that.” He struggled with composure. Rhian was reminding him a lot like an animal cornered. It was a good thing there was no one else in the alley currently or they would have wondered at the strange scene as he rubbed Rhian with his own body. "Why? Why, what?" he asked as he ran his hands over Rhian’s butt, resisting the urge to pull down his pants. Damian bite Rhian's neck with his teeth softly, then licked his neck with his warm wet tongue. He certainly couldn’t make pleasant conversation right now, nor could he make heads or tails of anything said to him. He wanted what he wanted and he liked rare things.

[rhian]

Rhian hummed softly in thought as he listened to what Damian listed off. He could do all them things, he did all them things now! Though he wasn't so sure he was a good cook or not. A lot of times he didn't have a lot to work with, so meals were very simple. But Rhian could make basic things, and they tasted pretty darn good to him if he had a say in it. The fact that he would be shopping meant that he would be let out of the house too, though how often and with who was another thing all together. His eyes flicked back up to Damian when the tiger paused, his eyes having drifted to the side in thought. Rhian's eyes watched the tongue, getting a good idea about what the other 'things' would be. Though how far would Damian go with him...was another thing.

Rhian huffed softly. "Martha Stewarts has nothing on me when it comes to sewing. Food she might be better than I, but I'm too good at sewing for her to get to me." He watched Damian as the other touched his shirt, getting a good strong smell of the scent from the tiger. It was powerful and musky. Very much reminded him of a hot summers night with a touch of expensive collonge mixed in. "Eat mice? I do now and again, if I'm hungry and have nothing else." Rhain shrugged his shoulders slightly. "Most of the time I just play with them and let some other cats eat them. Fun things to play with." He chuckled softly, shaking his head slightly.

Rhian purred deeply in pleasure from the actions of Damian. His head tilted to the side, giving the tiger more room as his fingers clenched the taller man's shirt. It took a few moments to relize that Damian had spoken, and just what he was doing. However with a small smile he leaned up, nuzzling his nose against Damian's neck before returning the favor. His small fangs nipped at the tiger's neck, soothing any pain with his little tongue before his eyes took in a playful gleam. He continued to smile before he dipped and slipped away from the tiger, walking in the center of the alleyway, very much able to run at the drop of a hat. "Why so intrested Mister Grimm, in me? In wanting to take advantage of me?" His smile turned into a coy little smirk as he took another step back, this time not cornering himself at all. "Are you just going to use me tonight and toss me aside? Kind of like when you found out I was a street cat?" Rhian's head cocked to the side as he rested his hands behind his back. "And if I call you master," Rhian purred out the word as he spoke, "what do I get from the deal? I already have a house over my head. Food might be hard to come by but I've been surviving just fine. And although new clothes are nice, it isn't something I find myself craving anymore. Will you keep this Kitty Cat happy? Because if not I'll walk right out that front door."

[Damian Grímur]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, height: 50px; overflow: auto; width: 400px; padding: 20px; background-color: #f6d28c; moz-box-shadow: 5px 5px 5px #000000; box-shadow: 5px 5px 5px #000000; border: 2px solid #000000;] there was frost on the ground * * when the tigers broke free FUN THINGS TO play with.” Damian repeated chopping his lips together twice. He wanted to stop but Rhian was purring a sign he would take that he didn’t want the elder boy to stop. Rhian nuzzled his nose against his neck before nipping at him with his sharp cat fangs. Before Rhian could duck his hands into the boys pants he got away from him and out of the corner. Damian knew now that if Rhian wanted to he could run away at the drop of a pin. It would be so easy to slip away as a cat, and Damian as a tiger certainly couldn’t go after him unless he wanted the attentions of bounty hunters everywhere. "Why so intrested Mister Grimm, in me? In wanting to take advantage of me?" “You act like taking advantage of you would be a bad thing.” He retorted as his eyes continued to stare at what he thought was his prey. If Damian couldn’t eat it he fucked it. Rhian took a step backwards but this time it wasn’t so much as prey running away. "Are you just going to use me tonight and toss me aside? Kind of like when you found out I was a street cat?" He thought for a moment. “I may use you and I may toss you aside, but I assure you if that happens, you’ll come out better than before with heavier pockets and a fatter wallet.” “And if I call you master what do I get from the deal? I already have a house over my head. Food might be hard to come by but I've been surviving just fine. And although new clothes are nice, it isn't something I find myself craving anymore. Will you keep this Kitty Cat happy? Because if not I'll walk right out that front door." Damian leaned his back against the brick wall. He was in a laid back posture but he knew that if Rhian tried to get away he could go after the boy. He would even turn into a tiger if he must. “What do you want from the deal? How can I make you happy?” He wanted this rare cat. Because how many billionaires could say that their pet cat could also turn into a human? Though he wasn't a billionaire with only a few grisly million dollars until his father gave him his fortune. “I know many ways to make men happy. Tell me, Rhian, what’s yours? Because I’m not reader of minds.”

[rhian]

Rhian shifted back and forth slightly, pretty much bouncing on the balls of his feet as he watched Damian. "Alright. So if I say no to being your pet you'll just fuck me for the night? Though it does sound like a fairly good deal to come out with some money just for fucking an extreamly sexy tiger." He mulled over the idea himself. He actually wouldn't mind just fucking the guy and leaving. It was normally something Rhian would never do, you never know what kind of things others might have. But this tiger was just too damn hot. Rhian's hand reached up, rubbing softly at his neck where Damian had been playing. The other was good and something like that didn't hurt when it was just for fun. "But your right, something tells me that if you took advantage of me it would be nothing but a very good time."

His eyes followed Damian's movements, seeing the other resting back agaisnt the brick wall. Rhian snickered to himself softly, wondering if the tiger knew just how much dirt he could have gotten onto his shirt with such a simple movement. He tilted his head slightly, taking a couple steps closer to the tiger so they could talk even easier, not that it was truly needed with their acute hearing. "I'm not an indoor cat Damian. I would want to be able to leave when I get bored and want something to do. I don't mind cooking either, as long as I get three solid meals out of the deal as well. And I want to still be able to do some odd jobs in town and keep some pocket change of my own. I don't want to be compleatly dependent on you. I'm going to keep my house as well, and visit it and possably stay in it once in a while. Again, if something goes wrong and I run away from you, I'll still need a place to stay." Rhian smiled slightly as he watched the were just a couple of feet in front of him.

Rhian mulled over the idea of adding more, but he felt like he was asking for quite a bit already from his possable master. However it didn't stop his mind from wandering over different thoughts and ideas of what else he should or could ask for. The main parts was just that he wasn't going to be a freaking show cat. He had a life outside of Damian after all and unless the tiger was distraught about that he didn't see any problems. Rhian's eyes flicked up to the sky, watching the sun for a moment. It was slowly getting too late for his fish and that thought put a small pout on his lips. He was so looking forward to some yummy fish. But this worked, it mad him hold his money longer and for probably more important things anyway. He shifted bck and forth on his feet a tad, his attention turning once more to Damian.

((So you know you kept mixing Rhian's and Damian's names up. lol.))

[Damian Grímur]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, height: 50px; overflow: auto; width: 400px; padding: 20px; background-color: #f6d28c; moz-box-shadow: 5px 5px 5px #000000; box-shadow: 5px 5px 5px #000000; border: 2px solid #000000;] there was frost on the ground * * when the tigers broke free ALRIGHT SO IF I say no to being your pet you'll just fuck me for the night? Though it does sound like a fairly good deal to come out with some money just for fucking an extreamly sexy tiger. But your right, something tells me that if you took advantage of me it would be nothing but a very good time." “So you think I’m sexy?” Damian was still leaning against the dirty brick walls. He stared at the were-cat with fierce predator eyes while placing his hands innocently inside his pockets. He wondered if Rhian was actually making a list inside his head of the pro’s and con’s of sleeping or not sleeping with him. “Nothing but the best time, trust me.” "I'm not an indoor cat Damian. I would want to be able to leave when I get bored and want something to do. I don't mind cooking either, as long as I get three solid meals out of the deal as well. And I want to still be able to do some odd jobs in town and keep some pocket change of my own. I don't want to be compleatly dependent on you. I'm going to keep my house as well, and visit it and possably stay in it once in a while. Again, if something goes wrong and I run away from you, I'll still need a place to stay." He watched Rhian come near him and he had the acute thought that it was like an unarmed person coming towards a tribe of wild tigers which were also armed with elephant guns. He listened to Rhian’s offer. “Are those all your demands,” he asked, “or are there more?” Because those offers were something he already thought possible without any further explanation. He knew that Rhian wasn’t an indoor cat since he would be free to leave any time since he could open a door. And of course Rhian would have to eat otherwise he would be nothing but sticks and bones. He listened waiting for any possible other demands. His stomach grumbled slightly. He had never gotten to the café for his brunch. His run with a real were-cat had distracted him from his hunger but now it had returned. He expected some *real* demands like a smart-car or cold hard cash, jewelry, maybe even drugs. OOC – Damn it.