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Thread: .::Wanting & Needing::. [Mephilis and Ironic]

It had been nearly a week and nothing of particular interest had occurred, perhaps he should have vacationed to a different planet, well he could just leave. But this one, this large, imposing creature was one of determination, and hard headedness. Walking through the street cluttered with little creatures scurrying around, living their lives. They did seem to make enough room to avoid getting too close to the titanic feline as he traversed through the crowds with his eyes closed of all things. Using the sense of sound, and smell to keep himself on track as he contemplated his next attempt at entertaining himself. His attire almost never changed, he wore all black, from his moderately tight pants, to his long sleeve shirt, to his long flowing coat. Even his boots and gloves where black, very little sense of style one might say. The only source of color on this monster was the short white golden fur that covered his face, save his black eyelids. Long, golden hair, carefully groomed, danced nearly down to his waist as he moved. Large black ears acting like sonar receptors, twitching about at every sound. His large arms, motionlessly crossed over his powerful chest as he advanced. Other than his ears, and legs, the only motion about him was his long, black tail that thrashed about. Occasionally, smacking some unaware passerby and ruining their day with its surprisingly forceful impact. As of yet, none of them had the courage to confront him about it. Well, that is until he felt what he assumed was a breeze tug on his arm. Not long after, he heard the loud ramblings of a barking dog. Stopping in his tracks, the feline began to slowly open his eyes as he turned to face her. His optics would be fully open by the time he would face her. His black eyes, cold, and deep as the void itself would stare down at her indifferently. Your job? He uttered, his voice deep, creating its own little echo within his maw. What? Do you work at the local brothel? I think I've seen you in there, but then again all you mutts look alike to me... Though his face was devoid of emotion, Mephilis was smiling inside. She had the gumption to speak out at him, that was impressive, but all that earned her was harsh words, and possibly, depending on how she reacted, a harsh time knowing him.
Thread: .::Wanting & Needing::. [Mephilis and Ironic]

Her jaw opened widely at his rude remarks. This feline thought he had it all in hm, huh? He was about to learn his lesson, and it was going to come from her herself. Biting the side of her cheek she glared at him with her blue eyes, staring deep into his black and cold expression. In the inside, it have her the chills, but now was not the time to be a coward. Don't you know how to treat a lady? She questioned him as she used her hands to rub off the coffee that was now soaked into her blouse. She groaned, shaking her head in disgust as her ears flared backwards. Pointing a stern finger in his face, she showed her teeth as she growled faintly. Felines like you look better on the side of the road! Her eyes felt they grew with fire, yet she wondered if her words had effect in the muscular feline, who looked at her nonchalantly. Pointing her wrist watch towards her eyes, she gasped and quickly gathered her spilled belongings, tucking them under her armpit. I don't have time for you, I have a job to do to support myself, to hell with men thinking they're hot as shit. Her final words of distaste exited her pink lips before she stomped away, her fluffy tail moving against the same beat to her footsteps. Her mind was still angry, and she dared to not look back, even though she was curious as to what the man was going to do. Shoot, I probably got myself in trouble... Silent whispers in her head ran around, her heart beating fast from the adrenaline rush she just felt. Noticing a nearby trash can she tossed her new trash in there, shaking her head as to what a waste it was. So long to that 6.50 coffee...
Thread: .::Wanting & Needing::. [Mephilis and Ironic]

The expression of Mephilis did not change as she ranted on. He just started at her with complete disinterest, an apathetic frown over his lips to emphasize the indifference. Her 'side of the road' remark did anger him, but he did not let it show. She was a feisty one, this entertained him. Unfortunately, all it would earn her was torment for his pleasure. He did not speak as she stormed away, merely watched her backside move along. it is probably best she did not look back as his form would recede into the shadows, and begin to slither through the shadows after her. When she made the mistake up nearing the trash can, he would manifest his physical being once more, behind her. Yes I know how to treat a lady, and one like you gets. Before he finished that sentence, he gave her a push, directly toward the trash can. Unless she had an incanine flexibility, she would end up in the can. Special treatment. Whether she fall in, or avoided the can, he would not be visible when she recovered, having receded back into the shadows. Intent on following her to this... job.
Thread: .::Wanting & Needing::. [Mephilis and Ironic]

A slight gasp made it's way through Ski's mouth as the rim of the trash can hit into her gut, but she stood silent and still to hear what the man had left to say to her, gripping at the rim tightly and making her knuckles stiff. Special treatment? What in the world is this special treatment he's talking about! Her eyes darted at the sky as her lips drew into an uninterested slant, thinking of what to say next to this pest of a kitten. She chuckled to herself, indeed a little kitten he was who wanted to play rough. Look here - her words were cut off as she turned around and noticed that the man was not there anymore. His feline instincts are strong, slithering away unknowingly to leave a head to tilt. She shrugged it of and assumed that was the last that she would see of him, so she continued her stroll to her work place. Not even a block away stood a big sign by the name of The Public House, a place that served a bit of anything and everything to mix well with the different species that arrived to the planet. Walking into the restaurant, she seen her boss shaking his finger at her, tsking her for being late, and immediately his eyes glued down to her blouse that was stained. What happened to you there Ski? He chuckled, still pondering about the wild adventure she must of taken in order to be so late. It's a long story. Just I'm here and I will change into one of the other shirts we have in the back. Replying back, she walked past him, rolling her eyes at his chuckles. Walking into the break room she took her ruined blouse off and was left standing with a purple laced bra, her hands gripping at a new blouse, which was now yellow. Quickly she slid it onto her, snug and tight it fit on her due to a wrong size, but it was the only one in there. After she felt ready enough, she tied on her apron and headed out the break room, waiting for her turn for a table.
Thread: .::Wanting & Needing::. [Mephilis and Ironic]

While Ski was off squeezing into a smaller uniform, Mephilis had stepped out of the shadows, making his way into The Public House. Moving up to the front counter, he lurched over it to look down on the greeter. Narrowing his eyes into an Eat shit and die Expression, he amused himself by gauging the reactions of the younger male. After a few moments of silence, Mephilis spoke. Aren't you going to ask me if I need help? Or should I tell your boss your making me wait? At that point, the large feline's claws came peeking out of the tips of his gloves. Lifting his right arm, Mephilis brought his corresponding hand down on the table with a loud thud that made the boy jump. Oh I'm sorry sir... do you need a table? The small rabbit male asked staring at what had to be the biggest, sharpest claws he had ever seen. At his response, the feline's claws receded back into his gloves before he spoke again. Yes I am looking for a particular person, I assume she is a waitress, can you tell me which tables she is waiting on... I believe her name is Ski. He had heard her boss mention her name. The greeter all too happily pointed the feline behemoth to a table she was assigned to if only to get him to stop glaring at him. There Mephilis sat... waiting.
Thread: .::Wanting & Needing::. [Mephilis and Ironic]

Checking at her claws to pass away time, Ski heard her name being called in he distance. The Rabbit best known at Velk approached her, and he looked as if he seen a ghost. Her eyebrow cocked a bit, waiting for the boy the speak before asking any questions. You've been seated at table 17 by request... His words were slow and stuttered, what in the hell is wrong with this boy? Thanks Velk, but do you mind telling me what's wrong with you? Did something happen to you ether you want to talk about? Ski asked as she took a beverage Napkin from her pocket to get ready to put on the table. Her head cocked in confusion, ready I hear what was wrong. All I'm going to say is good luck! He shook his head before turning around to seat more guests. Her heart pounded in her chest, worried about what he meant for good luck. Walking towards the table, already she could tell that it was the man she met earlier. Haven't she seen enough of this character? Sighing, she inched her way to him, now at his table. What in heavens name are you doing here?! Are you stalking me? I will be more than happy to bring the authorities into this... Crossing her arms, she tapped her foot on he wooden floor, eyeing him down to let him know she wasn't in he mood for his shenanigans.
Thread: .::Wanting & Needing::. [Mephilis and Ironic]

Mephilis was entertaining himself, batting around a salt shaker, well that is until he heard her voice. At that point he set the shaker aside, looking up at her from his seat. What the hell are you doing here? This isn't a brothel... is it? Please tell me your not going to give me a lap dance... I don't need your fleas. Mephilis said shaking his head. The authorities, that's a cute thing to say. On the off chance your not the whore you look to be and your actually an almost respectable waitress, I would like a menu, now. He said with a long stretch, complete with a loud, obnoxious yawn. I don't see a menu, Ski. He said looking at her carefully, to catch the reaction to him using her name which she had not told him. Mephilis was all about cause and effect, he loved to watch people react to different stimuli. Pain, pleasure, confusion, different types of venoms. He liked to try a little bit of everything and analyze what happens.
Thread: .::Wanting & Needing::. [Mephilis and Ironic]

Lucky this mut was in her job, or else she would of ripped him a new one. She understood the fact that she over acted on the situation earlier but any guy knows that girls are that way, why did he have to be such an ass back? And how did he know her name?! Her eyes grew big in shock, leaving her stand there awkwardly for a moment before processing that he requested a menu. She groaned to herself and bit her tongue from saying anything else for the moment, walking the other way to grab a menu since the host didn't do so. Quickly grabbing the menu in an annoyed manner, she looked at the man she still didn't knows name was, and changed her fuck off expression into a Look at me, I hate you but I'm going to kill you with kindness overly exaggerated grin. Walking back to his table, she sat the menu down in front of him. Hm, let's see. For felines like you we have a variety of tasty sea food, oh and don't forget that milk. She giggled to herself at her own words. Thinking back to how he knows her name, she decided to ask. How do you know my name, by the way? And I'm not wearing my name tag. Questioning him, she thought to herself on how he would of known. Was he stalking her prior to today? Was he going to set her up, or even kill her? Her palms began to sweat and fear took over in her eyes, and she hoped this man didn't take into notice of her ravaging fear.
Thread: .::Wanting & Needing::. [Mephilis and Ironic]

Mephilis waited a few moments as she stared at him in disbelief. Entertaining self by patting his hands on his table gently to create a rhythm. Pressing his tongue against the roof of his mouth, and pulling it away to make another clicking sound to go with his little tune. Until finally she moved to get a menu, and at long last he had it. Looking up at her as he took it into his hands, he noticed her really overdone smile. He chuckled a bit at her little joke as he looked back down at his menu, shaking his head a bit as to say, Should not have made that joke. As he opened the menu and began to thumb around, He heard her question and grin in a sly manner. Just a trick I picked up, while on the side of the road, where we cats apparently belong. I will take some Milk, creamy sweet, and the biggest steak you can possibly construct, medium rare.... Oh yes, suddenly he felt it, her fear, and how he gave him pleasure. What better way to add to her fear that with humiliation. Now he would get her back for her little sea food remark, Closing his menu and setting it down, mephilis glanced up at her with a devilish grin. You know Skileen, you seem really happy all of the sudden, did you by chance run off and cram a dildo in your pants? His voice was not too loud, but was not exactly a private utter either.
Thread: .::Wanting & Needing::. [Mephilis and Ironic]

She shook her head, not getting the answer she wanted from how he knew her name, but she couldn't help but laugh aloud at his rude comment, patting his shoulder. Oh you're a funny one, but at least a dildo would please me more than a man. She winked at him sarcastically before going off into the computer screen and ringing in his order, putting in the requests he asked for before going back into the server hall to crab his beverage. I knew that kitten wanted milk, should I put it in a bowl for him to lick up? She chuckled at her own thoughts, but decided not to be too much of a bitch. Walking over to his table, she sat down the glass of milk on the beverage nap, but quickly turned away to go back into the server hall to get his nice big and fat medium rare steak, the sides dripping with juices. Not surprisingly, he had a big appetite, and for as much as he ate he seemed to take good care of his body. Ski couldn't help but glance occasional at his muscular arms. Grabbing the hot plate, she walked back over to his table and sat it down firmly in front of him, the scent of it traveling up her own nostrils, making her nose wiggle around. Here are are, the plate it hot so watch out. Warning him, she stood perfectly postured, fixing her hands in front of her apron. Is there anything else I can get for you kitty, unless you want to give me your name so I don't have to be making pet ones for you, since you look like you belong to humans. Chuckling to herself, she didn't get old of her remarks.
Thread: .::Wanting & Needing::. [Mephilis and Ironic]

Mephilis let out a light chuckle at her comment. Watching her hips again as she made her exit, licking his lips a bit before returning to his little musical. Seemingly unaware of the glares we was receiving from offended women and canines, but he was actually reveling in their discomfort. The for no real reason he started to sing no so to himself. I'm a loner, I'm a loser, I'm a winner... in my mind! Following up with a quick Drumroll with his hands, he continued. I'm a bad one, I'm a good one' I'm a sick one... with a smile! Slowing down his drumming, he kept going. I. Can't. Take. This. Born. To. Break. This. By this time she made her return, setting down his milk before walking off. This was surprisingly fitting as he continued to sing. She's going away, she's going away, what's wrong with my life today? As he sang this a canine male approached him, no doubt annoyed with his antics and singing. Sir do you think you could stop? Your making it hard for me to enjoy my dinner. Mephilis responded by waving his hand in the face of the wolfen male, well four of his fingers were lowered, leaving one raised to give the dog his response without braking his tune. As the canine returned to his seat unhappy, but not wanting to provoke the larger feline, Mephilis only got louder. Then as she made her way back toward him again with his steak he started singing once more. Stupid girl... stupid girl... stupid girl. He did stop singing once she set down his plate. Quickly sliding off his long, black coat, giving Ski and everyone else a much better view of his masculine form as his shirt was somewhat tight on his fur. Hearing, but dismissing her warning, Mephilis slid his gloves off and ran a couple of his fingers over the rim of the plate. It was indeed hot to the touch, but Mephilis was used to far worse, and able to take the pain without really expressing discomfort. He did sigh a bit when she called him kitty, he was no one's kitty. That slight intake of air was the only evidence that she had annoyed him. No mindslave, I have all I require for n- well... now that you mention it, I could use some bigger napkins, unless you would like to lick the sauce off my lap for me if any falls? He asked, giving her his own little wink. He had not forgotten her comment from before about men vs dildos, and would address her lack of pleasure from men, but for now, he would eat. Taking up his fork and knife he began to feast.
Thread: .::Wanting & Needing::. [Mephilis and Ironic]

Ski heard the male signing, and admittedly, she did not know that it was an actual song, but thought he was singing about her. She had to admit though, he was a very good singer and made her think of the nights that she sang at the local brothel just for a hobby on Saturday nights, but regardless, it angered her of what he was singing that fitted the situation perfectly. With a face feeling warm with anger, she brushed it away and didn't want it to get the best of her. She laughed aloud at the man who now stood out well with his muscular size, but that didn't phase her. Looking around her to make sure no one was close by, she leaned into the mans ear a whispered carefully through gritted teeth, already feeling aggravated. Look here, I am done talking in this matter to you... Better straighten up, or I'll have you licking the sauce off the floor. Adjusting her position, she straightened up and fluffed her hair to her back, something a preppy girl would do after she proved a point. Hmphing off, she swayed her hips away to retrieve the extra napkins he requested. Animal. Muttering to herself, snatching the napkins and bringing it back to him. Are these plenty for you? I don't want to waste my time and I don't want to waste yours, since we are already on bad tastes.
Thread: .::Wanting & Needing::. [Mephilis and Ironic]

Mephilis had just gotten the first bite out of the meat before the waitress rudely interrupted his meal. Dropping his knife, the feline leaned back, wrapping his arm around her head and pulling her closer to him. At this point she could feel his soft, well maintained fur as he whispered back. I don't think you have what it takes sweetling. Letting her go, the feline continued to eat. Upon her return, Mephilis smiled a bit as she gave him the napkins. Yes, these will do little thing. Moving the hand that held his fork, the feline seemed as if he were about to speak before opening his hand. The fork fell to the floor, it was quite obvious that he had done it on purpose. Oh dearr... I seem to have dropped my fork... silly me... could you be a dear and go get me another one? He asked before drinking some of his milk.
Thread: .::Wanting & Needing::. [Mephilis and Ironic]

Doesn't have what it takes? Pft! She'll show him. Not now in front of the customers, but once she could she would wrap her hands around this prick and make him sorry. Growling to herself, she kept her muzzle closed, and good think she had at least a bit more manners than him, or she would flip shit. Seeing his dropped fork, she shook her head and sighed heavily. Why am I still serving you? I don't need this. I'm going to give you to someone else because quite frankly dear, I'm not liking your attitude and I'm not liking the way I've been treated today. her hands were in fists by her sides, her blood pressure boiling to the point where she wanted to cry because she was so mad. Her body shook, and she did the best she could to contain herself. If he says one more thing I am done. She thought to herself.
Thread: .::Wanting & Needing::. [Mephilis and Ironic]

Mephilis enjoyed this far more than he should have, seeing her frustration, he knew he had reached her boiling point. Moving his hands near his eyes he began to make rubbing motions over them as if he were wiping away tears. Aww is the little doggie going to cwy? Don't cwy in front of all these people. Sitting back, the feline smirked at her, watching her response. I'll tell you why your still serving me, your a dog, submission and the need to please is in your genetics. That's probably why you haven't found a man that can out preform a little piece of vibrating plastic, your probably laying with the weak showboats that make up your kind's male gender. Giving her one more sly wink, the feline snapped his finger, creating a fork in his hand. Offering a final grin he spoke to her. I am finished with you for now anyway, you may go. He said before turning to his plate and eating more.
Thread: .::Wanting & Needing::. [Mephilis and Ironic]

This. Was. The. Last. Straw. Not wanting to make a scene she quickly took her right hand and grabbed at the mans hand that held his fork and openened it up, which alone was an effort but she managed it. Taking the fork she tossed it to the ground, then gripped at his now freed hand and used everything she had to yank him out of his seat, and again, this took her all the effort she had, but thankfully she was used to lifting up very heavy boxes. Getting him out of his seat, she pulled him to her side and stormed out of the restaurant, bringing him with her. Once she took him out the door, quickly her hand in gripped his and she pushed him on the brick wall, her lips parted to show her growl, a loud growl from her throat vibrated her body. I don't know why you're such a sick and mean person, but people like you don't get very far in life! She spat out before uncurling her balled-up left fist and slapping him across the face, her hand already beginning to hurt from his hard cheek. Her breathing was hard and fast, and never in her life was she ever so angry. Already she regretted her actions, but it was too late to turn back.