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by Nezzera on Sun Mar 28, 2010 6:47 am
Shasta
The large Panther opened her lazy yellow-green eyes and grumbled to herself. She had been in the middle of a catnap, the sun shine warming her sleek black fur, minding her own damn business; but, no, some pesky dragon just had to let out a roar loud enough to wake all of China and pull the werecat from her sleep. Slowly shifting back to her human form, Shasta groaned. There was no way in hell that dragon boy was going to get away with interrupting her pleasant dreams. The clothes she had been wearing before were long since torn and discarded, but there were more stashed around her habitat, though some of them were still on corpses; she was no longer interested in eating said corpses, though- they were much too old. She liked fresh meat. Either way, she wasn't going to get dressed until she bathed.
So, scratching the back of her neck and stretching, she wondered off to find a nice waterfall. When she finally found it, she smiled and stepped into the water, wishing the dirt away and enjoying the pressure of the fall. After a few seconds, however, she got a strange feeling; there was someone else there, and she could feel it. Spinning around, Shasta scanned the land and water around her with slitted eyes. They landed on a bloody human. Drache her mind practically spat the name. No doubt, that was the one who had woken her in the first place. She glared out at him, but didn't reveal herself; no way was she going to let him see her in her current state. Or anyone else, for that matter.
Urshin
The Cecaelia sighed; he was bored with this tank. It's not as if there were any more of his kind in the waters, anyway- let alone any more males. For all he knew he was the only one. Pushing the thoughts from his mind, Urshin slid one of his tentacles up and pushed his long hair out of his eyes to look around. There were dolphins and many fish, most of which were practically instinct as far as the rest of the world was concerned. Not in there, though; no, in his tank were many of them. It hadn't started out that way, but you know- breeding and all. Plus, he didn't exactly eat them, so it's not like they were decreasing at a rapid or even moderate pace. Besides, none of them interested him anymore. What he was looking for was Vas -more properly known as Vasikoer- his pet Dobharchu. The creature was basically a mixture of an otter and a dog, but smarter. He wasn't very remarkable, but that's probably why Urshin loved him so much. The little Dobharchu wasn't like most of the other animals in this 'zoo'- he was individually ordinary.
Wonder what he's gotten into... Urshin bit his lip and shook his head. His pet had a habit of getting into all sorts of trouble, most of which Urshin couldn't figure out how he managed. Well, let's just hope it's nothing too bad. he thought; then shook his head and let out a sarcastic laugh at his own self.
Swimming to the surface, tentacles wiggling and pushing behind him, Urshin smiled up at the sun. He couldn't stay above water long; he could leave, of course, but he had to stay wet, and when the sun was up, that didn't always last long. When he broke the surface, the light shone off the water droplets that clung to his skin, making it look almost as if he were sparkling. His dripping wet locks stuck to his chest, shoulders, and back. He flicked his tentacles around in the water, but pulled the upper half of his body up onto a rock on the shore of his exhibit. The door had been unlocked when the police came, and then had been broken when someone was being chased by a vampire a while back, but Urshin had yet to leave. After all; what would he do out there, anyway? It's not like he could spend much time at all out of the water.
His thoughts were soon interrupted by the splash of water as another creature broke the surface. When he looked to his left, startled, what he saw brought a smile to his face in less than a second: Vasikoer. "Hey, Vas! What have you been up to, little buddy..?..." Urshin chuckled a little to himself as he patted the Dobharchu's head.
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