Thread: An Anthro Dream- Moon/Ryax

Phailan was completely unaware of the cop that was watching her as she focused on the task at hand, stroking her tiny brush over the green stem to make more tiny water droplets with a small smile on her lips, her tail curling this way and that as she worked. it was all too easy to ignore her growling stomach when she was painting. the clawing beast of hunger was never silent, but at least it didn't feel so painful when she was painting. she turned her attention away from the painting and washed off that brush before roaming her hand over the selection of brushes, looking for just the right one... she picked one out of the collection of a dozen brushes and carefully dipped it into a new color and returned to the task of making her flower more and more realistic. she was muttering to herself as she worked, but the words couldn't be understood no matter how close Rayden got to her. she shredded when he spoke, and whipped around, a violent hiss falling from her mouth as she arched her back, all of her fur puffing out... much like a 'normal' cat would do. though the swipe of HER paw at his face would have done a LOT more damage than a normal house cats... luckily, she caught herself before her hand even came close to him, and she scrambled backwards, flinging her arms up to protect herself. it was behavior that Rayden had no doubt, seen many, many times. abused Anthro often did such things, a desperate attempt to protect themselves from humans that where beating them. she trembled as she lowered her arms and stared at him before looking down at her painting, which had fallen to the ground. thankfully, the painting hadn't been damaged by the wetness, as it had landed canvas up, leaving the painting unharmed. she snatched it up and clutched it to herself possessively even as her other hand snatched up the little purse that had held all of her things. M...Master is... s...Shopping! Phailan lied... and it was clear she had lied. she was far too thin, and far too filthy to have a master. at the mention of lunch though, she froze and her stomach growled loudly, making her wince as the tiger in her belly clawed in an attempt to cut it's way free of her innards. she swallowed thickly as she watched him take a bite of the sandwich and before she could stop herself, she'd dropped her painting, snatched his lung right out of his hands... and fled. leaving only a solitary paintbrush, and a painting of a brilliantly purple Morning Glory behind. she was gone before he could even process the fact that his hand, and his lunch case, where now completely empty. still, it was a testament to how much she really must have been starving. if he turned to look, he would see her racing down a side alley, stuffing her face as she ran. it was very rare for an Anthro to be that bold. even the untrained ones. they where usually rather meek in nature, unless you got an exotic or one from the wild. but the Siamese was neither. still, he had a hint as to where her 'nest' was now. all Cat anthro's built little dens once they where homeless. the thought of not having a set place to live was very disturbing to them, so they always found a single location, and defended it against intruders. and if he looked, she would be astonishingly easy to find... not because she was out in the open, but because her painting supplies had spilled, and there was a large paint trail leading right to her. in fact, if he followed her right then and there, he'd find her gasping for air as she tried to scrub the trail clean with a filthy rag and her fur. trembling from the exertion of running she looked like she was ready to pass out, and she looked up at him with tear filled, sapphire blue eyes. i just wanted to paint... i'm sorry... that's all i wanted... i just wanted to paint... too tired to even defend herself now, she just closed her eyes, and waited for the punishment.