Thread: An Anthro Dream- Moon/Ryax

Phailan was rather amazed that she wasn't immidiatly struck for daring to raise her hand to a human. some where like that though, nice that was. not many, but some. this one seamed to be too curious for his own good though, and she had a feeling she wouldn't be able to shake him as easily as she wanted to. why couldn't humans just leave her alone? she was horrified with herself for stealing his food, but she'd been so hungry, and it was his own fault for taunting her with it! honestly, he'd moaned like that... it was like he was just ASKING for his meal to be stolen away! she was even more horrified to realize that her paints had spilled. her precious, precious paints. it had taken her so long to gather them, stealing as few as she could get away with at a time... now she would have to risk discovery by stealing more... it ever occurred to her that she'd already been discovered. she knew the man was following her, how could he not be? she couldn't let him find her nest! she had to keep her nest safe! so she'd grabbed the nearest thing and tried to scrub the path clean... but all she did was smear the paint all over, she was so frustrated she wanted to cry. she cowered before him, waiting for the beating she was sure she was going to get for taking without permission. she decided a beating was worth it, no matter that the scant mouthful of sandwich had barely even touched the hunger clawing in her belly. it would keep her alive for a few more days at least. her Nest was rather impressive, she knew. there was a large pile of blankets and pillows that had clearly been plucked from trash cans and the streets. those had not been stolen, simply 'recycled'. it actually looked very, very comfortable, if it weren't for how filthy it all was. piled into a corner of the Alleyway with a cardboard box tied in place as a roof to protect her from the rain and soon, the snow. it was well put together for a little Cat was living on the streets. most Anthro didn't think to make a roof, they just huddled in their stolen fabrics and waited out the weather. ... she stared at him as he held out the paintbrush and trembled as she reached out and took the paintbrush with a shaking hand, clearly expecting to be slapped for daring to reach for what was hers. she curled her hand around the paintbrush and clutched it tightly to her chest, looking rather bewildered now, instead of utterly and horrifically terrified. F..for Sale? she asked, looking shocked. someone wanted to buy her painting! with a few dollars, she could buy some food, and claim that it was for her sickly master! the 'my master is sick' ploy always worked when people noticed how filthy and thin she was. many Anthro where neglected when their masters fell sick or where taken to the hospital, because no one wanted to take care of someone else's anthro, and there where too many 'laws' in place that prevented an Anthro from seeking help or income. which meant it was technically, illegal for this man to buy her painting. she wouldn't be the one too tattle on him. y..yes, it's for Sale.. she muttered, looking eager. uh,... uhm...t..ten dollars? she asked, her stomach growling loudly. being an Anthro, she only knew that ten dollars could get her a nice pike of sandwich meat and some bread. it would afford her meals for a few days at least. she had no idea that the paint itself would have cost a person fifty dollars, the canvas another thirty. what would she know about it? most Anthro couldn't even read. she could, but her previous master hadn't known that.