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[rhian]

Rhian blinked some before he gave a soft chuckle. "I might find you to be an ass but I never said you weren't something good to look at. Your very sexy." Rhian shrugged his shoulders slightly, letting his eyes trail over Damian's body. He couldn't lie about that, the tiger was drop dead gorgeous and only a blind idiot wouldn't be able to see that. He shook his head, letting his eyes trail back up to meet the tiger's gaze. He shuddered softly, not sure if it was from fear or excitement however when he noticed with how Damian was looking at him. "I'm sure." The words came out as a soft mumble but he was positive the other had better hearing than even him.

Rhian gave a soft smile as he tilted his head. "I'm a simple cat Damian. With simple needs. When you have lived life for as long as I have, how I have. Well lets just say it makes some things less important than others." He gave another small shrug, watching the tiger before nodding his head. "Yes though. Them are my rules to this deal." He played with the edge of his shirt sleeve, a nervous habit of his, as he watched Damian. Would the tiger take him in as a pet? And if so, what had Rhian gotten himself into? To late to back down now though.

He shifted slightly on his feet yet again, ready to make a break for it if Damian made any threatening moves towards him. If the tiger went to hurt him he wouldn't stay. Even a stupid animal wouldn't stay with an abusive owner.

[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 I KNOW I'M sexy.” He said as he shook his ass. Damian removed himself from the grimy wall and turned his shoulder to look at the back of his shirt. From what he could see his white shirt looked alright. “I’m too sexy for my cat. Too sexy for my cat. Poor pussy poor pussy cat.” He sang the lyrics by ‘Right Said Fred – I’m Too Sexy’ all while dancing. Damian turned back in the direction of which way he came. “You’re sure? Alright. Though I’m sure you’ll need to write all the terms down on paper. I can be so forgetful sometimes.” He said as he thought of all the things he would ask for if their roles were switched. He would ask for money, jeweled watches, expensive cologne bottles, a car for every day of the week, designer clothing, jeweled eggs and more. “How old are you? Don’t tell me you’re like a hundred, an old man?” He asked jokingly. “Do you want to get lunch?” he asked as he turned back down the alleyway in which he had once come. His stomach was grumbling and he was sure that the alley cat, Rhian would love something to eat. “I could really kill for some hamburgers and fries. Unless you know a cute little boutique that sells fried rats or honey roasted mice.” Of course Damian hoped Rhian knew that he was joking about the mouse boutique. It felt so thrilling to have a kept lover again. Damian hadn’t had one for at least three months. He had kicked his ex-lover out because he felt that it was time for the two timing bastard to go. He was lousy at sex, excellent at ‘other things’, but also very good at spending Damian’s money. Damian would probably be broke in a few months if he had let his lovers spending continue at a downward rate. There was nothing better than a cheap kept-lover. But he figured soon enough Rhian would be asking for a change in terms.

[rhian]

Rhian couldn't help but to smirk when he noticed Damian cheaking the back of his shirt. Though it must not be too dirty because Rhian had a good idea that Damian would at the very least make a face or brush it off. His eyes grew big for a moment before bubbles of laugher came from him. Watching a man dance and singing that song almost made Rhian keel over with giggles. "Your a cat too you know. So your too sexy for yourself?" Another bubble of laughs over came Rhian. "Sounds like a personal problem then."

Rhian shrugged and gave a small grin. "Fine by me. Maybe I'll slip in some things here and there that you won't notice. Just have you sign the deal in the early morning when your not awake yet." He chuckled softly and shook his head, watching as Damian appered to be in thought, his eyes growing big yet again at the comment. "O-old? I'm not that old! God, if I'm an old man you would be dust." Rhi crossed his arms over his chest, watching the strange man that now was his master. "I'm seventeen though, if you must know. What about you dust bunny?"

"Lunch? Your going to buy me lunch?" Rhian blinked some as he followed after Damian slightly. He knew the man would keep him fed and all, but Rhian looked like an alleycat and was a tad....dirty looking, to be out in a public place like that. Hell for food though Rhian would do just about anything, he was hungry after all. "Well...since you asked." He gave a wicked grin, tilting his head. "If you eat the mice behind the chocolate company they have a nice dark chocolate flavor to them. Dessert for later maybe?" He laughed softly, giving his head a small shake at the thought of it.

[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 I DON'T HAVE a problem with being too sexy for myself." Damian said as he stretched his arms about. The back of his shirt where he couldn't see was completely filthy. It would be absolutely ruined. "And I prefer the term ferocious feline to cat, thank you. Thank you very much." He said. He stretched his various muscles. Reminging himself that he hadn't done his daily workout for today. "What are you going to sneak in a parsel of catnip, chocolate covered mice?" Damian had to stop himself from laughing. Though Rhian got one thing proper, he didn't enjoy rising in the morning. In that way he was almost like a vampire. He preferred the night life to the day light. All the best things happened at night while all the worst happened during the day. "How old do I look?" He asked as he learned that Rhian was seventeen. The street cat was total jail bait. Damian was twenty-three years old. So he was six years older then Rhian. It wasn't as if he was thirty-three, that would be different. His father was sixty years old yet looked to be in his upper thirties. One of the many good things about were's were that they aged slowly. "I'll buy you lunch if you never call me dust bunny again. I eat bunnies for breakfast!" Though he made such a face at the thought of eating mice. When in Rome...yet he was not in Rome. He walked back down the alleyway though unsure of where he was going. It was like some sort of maze for the poor. It was a rich man's trap where one would be doomed to loose their fat wallet and maybe their life. "Care to lead the way? Or do you want to be lost in the alleyway with me all day and night while all the best food is out of stock?" Though Damian was only joking. Food surely never went all sold out, and if it did surely they would have more.

[rhian]

Rhian chuckled softly, noticing the dirty spot on Damian's shirt and the way the other was moving. His eyes trailed across the muscles hidden just under the shirt, noticing a certain stiffness to the moves. He hesitated for a moment before he walked up behind Damian. "Stay still a sec." He rested his hand on Damian's shoulder, happy his skin was at least clean, before he used his thumb to rub out what seemed to be a knot in the tiger's muscles. He worked on it for a moment before smiling happily as he felt it relax away. He was told he was good with his hands after all and giving massages was another little side job of his. "There ya go."

He took a step back and gave a small grin. "Good idea. Maybe I'll throw in a ball of yarn while I"m at it." He snickered softly, noticing that Damian didn't say anything about the morning bit, meaning he was probably right. Score one for him. Though Rhian wasn't much of a morning person either, unless he had something to do anyway. "Though catnip sounds wonderful. Ah...catnip." Rhian tilted his head to the side, getting a silly little grin on his face as he thought about the wonderful smelling herb.

"Hm....." Rhian took a step back, letting his eyes wander over the tiger. He had to be older that 21, he looked older than that anyway, but not much older. Rhian fidgated slightly as he thought. He didn't want to offend the guy, though calling the guy 25 couldn't be bad either way. I mean, really 25 is a good age. He sighed at his thoughts and shrugged. "Twenty-five?"

"Aw, what did the poor dust bunnies ever do to you?" Rhian laughed softly and shook his head. "But sure old man. No more dust bunnies for you, and lunch for me!" He gave an amused noise at Damian's comments before he turned to the right. "This way. You go any other and you'll hit a bad pocket." Rhian shook his head and moved along the path. Thank god he could become a cat, it was the only way he knew the 'safe' zones of the alleyways. Or at least where no one was normally laying it wait. He took another turn to the left, glancing back to make sure the tiger was keeping up.

[Damian Grímur]

and soon you'll lose the will to care

“I am not afraid of spiders!” Damian said quickly. He was not afraid of spiders. He was terrified of spiders! He couldn’t help but involuntarily shudder at the thought of a spider bite. He was thinking of people being bitten and turning into were-spiders now. Was that even possible? He was lucky he was already a were-something. Anything was better than the prospect of being a were-spider.

“You may give me a massage later. I’m starving right now. And since I don’t see any dust bunnies…” He trailed off at the wonderful thought of a massage given by Rhian. He briefly wondered what type of ‘massages’ Rhian gave. But they both seemed to know that Damian was spoiled and would get whatever it was that he wanted. It was a good feeling to get whatever one wanted.

“What could you do with two hundred balls of string?” he asked briefly wondering if Rhian was going to take up knitting and turn his modern apartment into something out of an elderly woman’s cat filled home with little knitting’s here and there and everywhere. Though it fit with Rhian being a cat he could only shudder at the horror of liking crochet.

"Ah, so not twenty-five. And you didn't sound too happy about it so you must be younger and not older. If you were older you would have sounded much happier about being called twenty-five."

“Brilliant skills of deduction.” Damian replied as Rhian spoke and took his hand, leading him the way out of the maze of alleyways. “Someone should give you a boy scout’s badge!” Damian muttered as he followed Rhian hand in hand. There were practically scout badges for everything but probably none of them were finding your way out of an alleyway before the big bad guys came to bust you up, cut your fingers off for your rings, your wrist off for your watch and your wallet.

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[rhian]

Rhian snickered softly at the paniced voice of Damian. "Are you afraid of spiders? They aren't so bad you know. And none of the deadly ones are in this area so you only get a little bite if anything." He chuckled, taking a step away from the tiger to look him over once again. "There, that knot looked like it had been hurting. I normally give massages as a side job so I figured it was an easy thing to clear up." He gave a small shrug of his shoulders and gave a small smile. "I can give you a better one later if you like? You still seem kind of stiff..." Rhian shook his head slightly with a small smile. His 'master' would get whatever he wanted in the end so it didn't much bother him to offer it up.

He took another step back and continued walking down the way. "Two huh?" He laughed softly. "I'll just add a zero to that and call it good." He nodded his head with a small chuckle. He knew he wouldn't do that. Hell he would be happy with one ball of yarn to play with when he was shifted. A form he planned on taking when he was bored with nothing to do and no work to be done. Or when he wanted to hid from Damian but that would be something the tiger would figure out later. Hopefully much later if Rhian could get away with it. There was always lots of little places for a small cat to hide after all.

"Ah, so not twenty-five. And you didn't sound too happy about it so you must be younger and not older. If you were older you would have sounded much happier about being called twenty-five." He chuckled softly and shook his head yet again. He was laughing so much with this odd cat! He had never laughed so much, not with a stranger. Though now that Damian pretty much owned him as a house cat he couldn't call the tiger that. He shook his head, brushing it to the side.

"Hey now! I'm getting a meal out of you so no getting lost, no matter how old and senile you are." Rhian grinned and took Damian's hand, tugging at it softly. "This way. I'll walk you there and make sure you don't get lost." Rhian teased slightly as he held to Damian's hand, moving down the alleyways with praticed ease.

[Damian Grímur]

and soon you'll lose the will to care

“I am not afraid of spiders!” Damian said quickly. He was not afraid of spiders. He was terrified of spiders! He couldn’t help but involuntarily shudder at the thought of a spider bite. He was thinking of people being bitten and turning into were-spiders now. Was that even possible? He was lucky he was already a were-something. Anything was better than the prospect of being a were-spider.

“You may give me a massage later. I’m starving right now. And since I don’t see any dust bunnies…” He trailed off at the wonderful thought of a massage given by Rhian. He briefly wondered what type of ‘massages’ Rhian gave. But they both seemed to know that Damian was spoiled and would get whatever it was that he wanted. It was a good feeling to get whatever one wanted.

“What could you do with two hundred balls of string?” he asked briefly wondering if Rhian was going to take up knitting and turn his modern apartment into something out of an elderly woman’s cat filled home with little knitting’s here and there and everywhere. Though it fit with Rhian being a cat he could only shudder at the horror of liking crochet.

"Ah, so not twenty-five. And you didn't sound too happy about it so you must be younger and not older. If you were older you would have sounded much happier about being called twenty-five."

“Brilliant skills of deduction.” Damian replied as Rhian spoke and took his hand, leading him the way out of the maze of alleyways. “Someone should give you a boy scout’s badge!” Damian muttered as he followed Rhian hand in hand. There were practically scout badges for everything but probably none of them were finding your way out of an alleyway before the big bad guys came to bust you up, cut your fingers off for your rings, your wrist off for your watch and your wallet.

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[rhian]

Rhian gave a playful grin as he looked back over at Damian. The man was too quick to react, to freaked out. Maybe he had a phobia? That could very well be and although being afraid of spiders was kind of a funny thing, it wasn't the worst fear someone could have. Wasn't there a phobia for a shopping cart? I mean at least a spider could do some damage and a poisonous one could actually kill you! But a shopping cart? Not so much. He chuckled softly, brushing his fingers through his soft colored hair. He pulled a strand out to look at, noticing that the color seemed to be shifting again. Do to his cat fur his hair seemed to take on a couple colors. Right now it was dyed black but naturally it was a white blonde on the bottom with a soft brown color on the top layers. He could see his natural hair color fighting through and gave his head a small shake, sending the strand out of his grasp before Rhian glanced around the alleyway.

"Sure, no dust bunnies." He chuckled again softly, finding the whole thing to be rather amusing to say the least. But he could probably admit that the thought of Damian eating a bunny was rather scary at the same time. He was the size of a bunny after all! Damian was eating little mammals his size. Rhian shook the thought from his head with a small frown. He was sure that Damian wasn't going to go through all this trouble just to eat him, though he did say he was starving....Rhian gave a soft snort at the idea. The tiger probably didn't even know what it was like to be starving. The pain that starts in the stomach, the light headedness that came after only a couple of hours...No, the tiger was probably spared from that. He wrapped his arms around himself, rubbing his hands along his upper arms to warm himself up from the shadows and his thoughts. It didn't matter anymore. He wasn't going to feel that anymore.

"T-two hundred?" Rhian's eyes grew as he looked to Damian. "I said add one zero not two. I don't even know what I would do with two hundred balls of yarn. I could play with twenty though. And make a little nest out of four or five of them in a little hidden corner somewhere." He shrugged his shoulders, laughing softly at the thought. "Two hundred, god I could make the whole floor a nice warm cozy bedding." Rhian closed his eyes in thought, a soft purr coming from his throat at the mear mental image that he had. "That would be fun. Sprinkle in some catnip and call it heaven."

"I know, I'm pretty awesome that way." Rhian grinned, giving a small but elegant bow to Damian before he continued on his way, happily tugging along the giant tiger. He made a couple other turns and soon they were back out on the main streets and in the hussle of life once more. Rhian's eyes darted around before looking back over to Damian, letting go of the man's hand as soon as they were in the clear. He didn't think the other would want to be touching something dirty like him anyway. "There is a cafe two blocks down if you want to go there?" His eyes scanned the streets in thought. "Or maybe the steak house? There's one only three blocks the other directions. Or a nice seafood place is over there too."

[Damian Grímur]

and soon you'll lose the will to care

Damian realized that he had made a mistake. One zero wouldn’t be two hundred but twenty. It was sort of horrible how he hadn’t thought of twenty as if that number were so low he couldn’t even consider it. “You can make yourself a floor of string. But don’t make a mess of the rest of the apartment.” His apartment wasn’t a regular apartment in which one rented. He owned the apartment in full. It was full of luxurious things for a luxurious owner.

“Oh, and do you scratch the furniture?” Damian asked with a grin on his face a mile wide. “Because I’d prefer a cat that doesn’t.” He briefly wondered how Rhian would like Paris Hilton. Or more so if Paris Hilton would like Rhian. No, Paris Hilton wasn’t thee Paris Hilton but his pampered black cat with white paws and a black tail with a white tip. He knew that he ought to name the cat something else but Paris Hilton just fit somehow.

After enough twists and turns to make someone think they were in a dangerous labyrinth they finally found themselves safely back on the street. “Let’s see a café, a steak house or seafood place. Since I’m a nice master I’ll let you choose.” Damian himself would choose the steak house for a nice juicy steak or two whole rack of ribs despite most people only being able to eat one. Yet he knew that Rhian would choose the seafood place. It was only common sense.

Damian started walking in the direction of the seafood place. He knew all of the restaurants that Rhian was talking about – and more. The smaller ones with people drinking wine and laughing near the streets were more expensive than a café and seafood place combined. Damian was up for snow crab legs and new England lobster rolls. He also needed to remember to bring something back for Paris Hilton or she would be entirely furious with him.

OOC – I forgot if I said Damian had a boy cat or a girl cat. So I’ve decided it shall be a girl cat and her name shall be Paris Hilton.

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[rhian]

Rhian grinned, tilting his head as he looked up at the taller man. "I don't know. I guess I could be a good kitten and not scratch up the furniture. Though something tells me you have really nice stuff that would just be begging for my claws." At the mention of his nails he glanced down at them, looking them over for a moment. His nails always grew back rather quickly, not that it was a bad thing, but just a small irritation that came up now and again at different jobs. They were a little on the sharp and long side now but he would bite them down later tonight.

"You know, I forgot to ask. I could smell a cat on you earlier. Not you cat but another cat. Do you own a house cat currently?" Rhian tilted his head in wonder as he turned his attention once more to Damian. It would be interesting to say the least if the other man had a cat. A creature that is probably spoiled rotten if he was guessing his new master right. Though he could be wrong. "I wonder if she will like me..." Rhian figured it was a fifty fifty shot and hopefully it would be a 'she likes me' fifty more than the other. He didn't want to get kicked out just because the other cat didn't like him.

Rhian stretched up his arms as they paused to discuss food. His shirt lifted a tad at the movement but his stomach was quickly covered with the shirt as he let his limbs fall to his side once again. However his attention had been elsewhere and thus had to blink in confusion. "I-I get to pick?" Rhian blinked again, taking a few minutes to process the thought before he grinned, following after Damian who was already walking towards the fish place. He couldn't tell if Damian was picking anyway, or if he figured that the cat in him would want some fish. Rhi wasn't going to complain either way. Food was food and fish was heaven.

He hummed softly to a song he could hear a couple blocks down. It was an upbeat jazzy tune that Rhian always enjoyed. Many times he would sneak into bars or at least near them in his cat form just to hear some good music. Rhian twisted his body slightly, avoiding touching the people that littered the sidewalks. From rich to poor and everything in between they were cast away in the shade, avoiding the heat of the day as the sun was just past full. It was fun to see how alike people could be, despite the money in their pockets. Humans are just humans after all.

Rhian shook his head and turned his gaze back to the tiger in front of him. He was very much like the other rich humans. Wanting something new and rare, something to show off. But Rhian was getting food and a good home out of the deal, what stray little cat wouldn't pick up that offer when it was tossed right at them? "Ah, Damian?" Rhian took a couple larger steps, walking next to the man now. "Are you okay with me calling you that or do you want me to call you something else?" There was no way he was going to offend the male because of a simple mistake like that. So if Damian was expecting him to be called Master he should speak up now.

OC: I actually don't remember. lol. So that works.

[Damian Grímur]

and soon you'll lose the will to care

At the mention of Rhian clawing up Damian’s good furniture Damian replied with, “Don’t make me hit you with a rolled up newspaper.” His voice was low so only the two of them could hear him. Otherwise people would be giving Damian odd looks and calling 911. He stuck his tongue out at Rhian to let him know that he was joking and wouldn’t beat him with a newspaper.

“I was going to tell you over lunch that you’ve got a roommate.” Damian said. “I’m sure she’ll like you.” He added then thought. His Paris Hilton was female. Rhian was a male. “She’ll probably like you too much. And I don’t want any Paris Hilton babies, understand?” Damian had never had sex with a real tiger before. He wondered if it was possible that if Rhian passed on his DNA to a real house cat, if their children would be just that, children. Human.

He slid his hands in his pockets and continued walking towards the seafood place. If Rhian had sex with Paris Hilton then it would be like Damian had sex with her also. “Yes, you get to pick.” He smirked to himself. He was such a good guy, letting Rhian pick where they would eat. In fact, he had probably done his good deed for the year. He resisted the great temptation to dab at himself with his own handkerchief. Soon they would be in a lovely air conditioned room drinking lovely cool beverages.

"Ah, Damian? Are you okay with me calling you that or do you want me to call you something else?"

“Hmm. Let me think!” The jazz music was heavily in the air. There were also various scents. Damian could pick out the smell of the seafood place amidst the crusty humans and were-things and scents of other foods and strong wines. “I kind of like the ring of Benevolent Ruler,” Damian got a strange look from someone passing by, “Okay, maybe just Damian.”

Damian wondered if he could call Rhian by Rhi. Though the last time he had the ex-street cat had been more than a little pissed off at him. It seemed sort of odd Rhian’s demands and the fact that he was startled by Damian letting him choose which restaurant they went to. The hostess smiled at both of them, but had to do a double check. “A booth for two.” Damian replied in a grin.

“What will you have to drink? Can I get you any appetizers?” the waiter said

“I’ll have the beer on tap” Damian said and then asked Rhian which appetizers he wanted. Everything looked so mouth watering good.

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[rhian]

Rhian huffed at the comment. "I am not a dog." The words were quiet, almost a hiss at the mear though of being punished liked a dirty dog would be. His irritation melted at the site of Damian sticking his tongue out though. How odd for such an older guy to be acting so childish. A soft blush colored Rhian's cheeks however as a mental image of licking that tongue and what that tongue could do to him came over his mind. Rhian turned his head to the side, as if looking at one of the people when he was just making sure Damian couldn't see his embarrassed face.

"A female roommate by the name of Paris Hilton huh?" Rhian chuckled softly, laughing even more at the idea of him doing anything with the cat. "I'm still human I'll have you know. I enjoy that act with men more than women anyway and i don't think I would be able to be aroused by a cat..." Rhian's eyes flicked over to Damian before he shook his head. "An actually cat cat anyway." He waved his hand slightly, trying to brush that fact away and into the wind as they continued on.

Rhian rolled his eyes and couldn't help but to bite back a small groan. He shouldn't have asked the silly tiger. Benevolent Ruler indeed. "I think if you made me call you that, I would call you BR for short." He snickered softly, shaking his head at the mear idea. What a mouthful anyway! It would make talking so very hard. He couldn't bite back the snicker that came up when he noticed a guy giving Damian a strange look at the comment.

"Damian it is. And I guess you can call me Rhi if you like. Rhian or Rhi it doesn't much matter to me." He gave a half hearted shrug but that was whisked away as the smell of food and fish greeted his nose. Rhian almost purred in utter delight as they finally made their way into the place, taking a seat and asking softly for a water, his gaze flicking over once or twice to Damian and the rest of the place.

"Appetizer?" Rhian picked up the menu and glanced over what was being offered up. "How about some Calamari? Do you like squid?" Rhi remembered having it once before, when he didn't have enough money for a full item and it had been pretty yummy.

[Damian Grímur]

and soon you'll lose the will to care

“I’ll call you Rhi from now on, Rhi.” Damian was secretly pleased as he turned to the menu and his eyes scanned for the appetizers section. “Sure, calamari sounds great!” And then Damian heard the words ‘squid’. As a large cat he preferred deer, rabbits and the occasional wolf or bear when he could get them. Seafood was foreign to him. It wasn’t as if he stood in a stream with Tiger paws tossing fish out of the river during the full moon! He glanced to the words ‘calamari’ on the appetizers section and looked at the squid picture. It looked like onion rings. He could totally eat onion rings.

The waiter went to take in their drink orders and put in their appetizer order. “So, how did you become a were-cat?” he asked speaking freely. They were in a public place but they had plenty of room between tables. The atmosphere was one of happiness and words from other tables filled Damian’s ears. They couldn’t really be overheard. “I guess I’ll go first,” Damian of course did not mind talking about himself. In fact, one really had a hard time to get him to stop. Though usually the people Damian spoke to about his vast wealth and family were thoroughly interested and seeing flashing dollar signs.

“I was born a were-Tiger. It’s how 99% of were-Tigers are made. Unlike the children of werewolves who are born human without the ‘disease’.” He paraphrased the word ‘disease’ because to humans that was what they were, diseased. Were’s couldn’t do anything except die in their opinion. And even then the money went to their murderers instead of the family members that they left behind. “My mom was a pretty village girl, human. My father was a wealthy business owner, tiger. It was a match made in history. And here I am!”

The waiter came over and brought the two men their drinks. “Your appetizer will be right out. Can I take your orders or do you need a few more minutes looking at the menu?”

“A few more minutes.” Damian said as he took a sip of his beer and the waiter disappeared to do other things. He glanced over the menu, he was tempted to order a steak and keep things safe but he could try seafood. The Ultimate Feast seemed to give him some of everything, split Maine lobster tail, garlic shrimp scampi, and some more shrimp but a different flavor and seasoning. It also came with fries seasoned with sea salt and a Caesar salad.

Damian glanced around the room with his ears and then his eyes. He was always wondering when and where he would run into the only other Were-Tiger, Victoria. As far as he knew she was the only one. And he wasn’t going to leave New Orleans. She would have to leave if she wanted to be the only Were-Tiger here. But he thought that she had been lying, she presumably had parents here which he hadn’t mentioned to him. Spotting out no other large cats he relaxed and enjoyed his beer.

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