Thread: An Anthro Dream- Moon/Ryax

It was a cool day in the city, not cold but certainly cool enough that you wanted to have some sort of protection on. The sun was out, shining brightly amidst the park greenery and shining a wonderfully warming light across the world. In the city people where rushing through, to and from, here to there, not pausing, only rushing, but there in the park it was calm and soothing, people walking slowly with loved ones and children playing with barking dogs. It was a place of refuge and peace for many of the people of the city, including the homeless. One such homeless was sitting on a bench, an canvas in her hands and a pallet of paint laying on the bench as she worked on some glorious masterpiece. No one else was around , and that was a good thing because for an Anthro, being Homeless was not something you wanted to be. Who knew what kind of bastard would try to claim you as his own!? And being without basic human rights... she wouldn't have a choice but to be claimed. She didn't have the right to refuse an Owner, no matter how abusive. She herself was gorgeous, though a little dirty, her long slick fur gleamed in the light. Very pretty but not very good for keeping warm. Particularly since she was nude, as most Anthro where. She was a Siamese Cat Anthro, fairly rare breed to say the least. She was a 'purebred' too, her mother and father had been Siamese Anthro, her grandparents had been Siamese Cat anthro... people said it was something to brag about, but then, it was the humans doing the bragging. She did have her papers, somewhere, if she was taken in against her will, no human would dare strike such a chance at winning 'show competitions'. Much like Dog Shows, Anthro shows where a bunch of old people parading their 'pets' around. The Anthro who was the prettiest, did the fanciest 'tricks' and the like got ribbons, which made their purebred status even more impressive. She had a few Blue Ribbons herself from her last master... but once she'd started loosing the the cuter, younger show cats, he had started hitting her and beating her. So she'd run away to do what SHE wanted to do, and that was paint. She was pretty, so very pretty and so very thin. As if she hadn't eaten in weeks, but she didn't seam to notice that her once pretty fur was stained with dirt and paint, or that she wasn't supposed to be allowed to have the individuality that would allow her to paint. All that mattered was that she COULD paint, she was homeless, but she was free. her name was Phailin and she smiled a little as she ran her brush across the canvas, glad she had thought to come earlier, it was hard to paint when there where people around. Especially since there was a Police report about the slinky Siamese Cat who had stolen about a thousand dollars worth of art supplies from a store. That was one thing about Cat Anthro, if they wanted something, they usually just went and got it unless they where 'trained' out of it. Disgusting humans anyway, they didn't deserve the brilliant colors of the paints. They just smudged things around anyway, they where like Cavemen. She smiled and dipped her brush into a small cup of water, rinsing it off before drying it meticulously with a clean corner of a yellow strip of cloth and then started a new color on the painting, which was just as beautiful as she was. It was a picture of a Morning Glory, a white one. It was coated in dew, and there was a shining spiderweb beneath it. It was so realistic, almost three dimensional like a picture, you felt as if you could reach in and stroke the petals in an act of detail that was beyond most people. She ran a hand over her forehead and continued, adding simple touches here and there that added to the reality, so focused on her work that she didn't realize when it started getting later, and that the lunch crowd would soon be there to Catch her. She didn't know what she would do if she couldn't sell a painting soon, she had been able to steal the paints, but food was much more protected. She wouldn't' be able to steal a meal so easily, and she wasn't yet desperate enough to start digging through trash. She was so hungry, and so tired... she wished she could be a human too, then she wouldn't have to worry.