Thread: Among the Felidae (Yurina and Alan23)

Yurina said It was raining heavily that night. It always had been for the past few nights actually. The air was wet and Eve was carefully darting from one dry spot to another to less not get wet. She had to get back to her container of her home in the back part of the colony. She came from the centre to retrieve her daily meal but she only managed to get a couple of bread and soup. Fish was not offered to mangy, isolated and the less contributed to the colony. Eve was at least thankful at the soup since it was still hot and that she knew it would be a cold night tonight. Not only that, she had managed to escape from the eyes of the alpha female thus not getting any beating tonight. Finally managing to slip through the last warehouse where the home was nearby, Eve suddenly tensed up when she heard something hard falling down at the steep staircases that she knew it would be dangerous to go down there. She at first wanted to dismiss it to being a rat or something but then the tangy smell of blood reached her nose and it was just any rat's blood. It smelled like a human's. Silently she crept towards where the sound was and her eyes grew wide at the sight of a human male that had fell flat to the ground and what was worst his arm was bleeding! Her ears lowered as she looked down to the her food and without another word, she placed her food down and quickly went down, having no problem with slippery places like this thankful for her feet. With some difficulties, she managed to bring him up the stairs and through the rain, she braced with him to bring him to the container, thankful that it was close. Throughout the night, after she had brought her meal back home and returning to the center for some quick request for some bandages and ointment, thankful that they took her excuse that she herself was in pain. Taking care of the human's wound was alright as she was glad that the wound wasn't so deep that he needed some stictching or something so she washed him up and gave him to wear her biggest shirt which thankfully just fit him in a snug. With bandages around his left arm that had stopped bleeding and now slowly healing with the help of the ointment, Eve even put a damp small hand towel over the human's forehead after she found out that he had indeed gotten a fever. The black-haired neko looked down to the human's face and wondered how he ended up here. She just hoped that he isn't a bad person once he would wake up. --- When the man did wake up, Eve's ears twitched as she had returned from the center with the same amount of food as the previous night two nights he had been here. Once he did wake up full though, he could see that he was in a large cargo container unit with a single light buld as the only light source in the dark besides the large doors being replaced with a thin cloth with some holes in it. Makeshift shelves with clothes and other things around one side of the container while a poorly done sink at one other corner, You're.. awake..? came her rather raspy voice before she cleared her throat, realizing that she hadn't spoke in human tongue in a while so she needed to get used to it again, Are you.. feeling alright? she asked, a frown etched on her slightly dirt covered face as she placed the food down and reached her hand to his forehead to check his temperature. Click to expand... He had had better awakenings in his life. The best way to wake up was in a soft bed, with gentle music playing, and whoever he had slept with the night before bringing him coffee. This was an awakening that was well down the scale of desirability. He was burning all over, drenched in sweat, his arm tied with what he saw, once his eyes focused properly, was a bandage. All over his body various aches and pains fought for prominence, like a group of excited school children wishing the teacher would call upon them to answer the question. He was lying on a hard floor, in an enclosed area with fittings far from the luxurious furnishing he was used to. Clothing piled on the floor, a battered, cracked sink, a faint musty smell. The last combined with the appetizing odor of some kind of stew or soup. He suddenly remembered he was hungry. Are you... feeling alright? A soft voice, slightly rasping, as if spoken by vocal chords that preferred another language altogether. A softer hand, touching his forehead. Had he had some nightmare, and woken to some girlfriend or other gently ministering to him. But he had no girls who would live in such a place. He turned his head, various organs head, shoulder, neck screaming in pain to protest against his action. His eyebrows shot up. His first thought was that she was pretty. Too pretty to be in such surroundings, like a precious jewel presented in a completely unworthy setting. Large blue eyes, a shock of dark hair, a frail body, and a slightly hesitant manner, as if terrified violence might be done to her. A lovely woman, indeed, though he felt too bashed around to really respond to the fact. And then - he saw the tail - and whatever smart flirtatious remark he had been about to make died in his throat! You're a... a... Hari had heard, of course, various legends of things that scurried and fought and bred down in the lowest reaches of the old city. Of rats with human intelligence, their leaders groups of animals locked together at the tail. Of insects the size of mice, mutant worms with vestigial hands, blind men and woman, the descendants of unwanted children thrown down sewers at birth who had survived to live and breed, their descendants gradually losing the sue of their eyes. He had never placed much stock in such legends. No-one who spoke of them ever claimed to have actually seen them. It was always third hand, they had it from a friend of a friend. And humans with the tails of cats... they'd been among the legends. What were they called? Whatever the Japanese word was for cat? Yes... Neko ! Well, he could hardly say he didn't believe in them now, could he? Unless, of course, she were some kind of hallucination brought upon by the fever he knew he was suffering. But what hallucination could actually touch ? And she looked real enough... which meant that, helpless as he was, right now, he was at her mercy, and pointing out that she was a figure from mythology was hardly diplomatic or sensible. ...you're beautiful, he finished, which was also true enough, though he hadn't meant to say it.