Look at what the cat dragged in (Leon,closed)

[Tressa]

Tressa glanced sideways at Leon, being as incospicuious as possible. She had no intention of letting him meet her gaze. It seemed they had spent the whole night talking away, dawn threatened to break the darkness of the sky any minute. If was funny how fast time could pass when one was engrossed in something and she was beyond exhaustion. Her fair skin no longer had the energetic glow it had held most of the night and her almond shaped eyes seemed listless, no longer seeming to stalk the night. Her movements were slower now and her eylids fought her will to keep them open. Their small group had long since dispersed, the knight off to his duties, whatever they may be and the young girl, who knew where she had wandered to. Only Leon and herself remained. He had asked her to share a room and to her own surprise she had actually accepted. It was unlike her, she had never shared her sleeping area with a man, save for her brother, but he didn't really count. She knew he had no intentions, well she believed he had no intentions anyhow. But, it didn't stop her from feeling the nervousness that filled her tired form. Had she been more alert it would have been noticeable, but her current state revealed no outward clues of her feelings. "It seems the night is nearly over" Her voice barely rising over a whisper and her tone taking a softness it rarely held as she spoke. Around them the tavern was beginning to empty out, those bedding in for the night had made their way to their rooms and those continuing on had slowly made their departure, even the bar keep appeared to have went to napping. The bitter smell of the now dim room was once again coming to her, stale and revolting. With what appeared to take more effort than it should have she shifted her frame slightly in the chair, enabling her to lean and lower her head to rest against the cool wood of the table. It was strangly comforting to her, the scent of the aged wood. It was strange how comfort came from such simple things and stress the same. Gazing up at him she noticed he too look worn out from the day. Wys's attitude had left him offended, no matter how he tried to hide it, she could see it then and still it lingered slightly. No longer caring if he met her gaze, she studied him, whilst thinking about what the new day would hold. Did she really want to stay in Syliras, sure it was safe, but she enjoyed the ocassional dangers of the wilderness. She was naturally suited to the rough terrain and she doubted she'd ever make a good house pet. Houses, no, no they were cages. Invented by humans to lock themselves in, away from nature. Beds were for those too pampered to sleep in the way originally intended. Sure it had been her mother's wish to live behind these walls, and Tressa had lost everything but herself getting here. Though, now she couldn't help but feel like it had all been wasted time, wasted energy and a waste of a life. "You look tired, you need rest." The nurturer inside of her came from no where and she spoke without realizing it, her mouth betraying her mind. What is wrong with me? She had the nurturing instinct, protectivness, compassion, the urge to provide, but it was rarely felt towards anyone. "Come now" She said again, softly, yet the pitch in her tone was more of a demand than a request. She had no desire to sit at the table 'til sunrise. Slowly moving to her feet the extent of her exhaution overwhelmed her momentarily. Her joints stiff from the prolonged sitting ached rebelliously at her will to move, making her wince at the fulfillment of her urge to stretch, arching her back in a feline like manner. Slowly she made her way to the bar counter reguesting a room and notifying the man to give the key and what not to her companion, before dropping enough gold rimmed coins on the counter to cover her half of the bill and turning away towards the steps. Glancing back to see if he had followed or stayed in his seat, Tressa smiled, hiding it quickly as she took on the daunting task of making her way to the top of the stairs and then to the room. Butterflies filled her stomache as she climbed, and only worsened as she made her way to the door the barkeep had mentioned.

[Leon]

A moment, a whispering word that flows like a river. The softness of the mud, the cooling breeze, always changing The world so alive with color shows its beauty ever morning and night The shifting of the tides, the movement of the waves The sand being tossed around by the wind. Little moments, little events, that to us seem so small Impact our life to an extent we shall never fully understand Nothing ever happens without some sort of a purpose. Some master plan guided by nature’s uncontrollable gifts. We are all part of this, regardless of our wishes or dreams. We can try to fight it, we can believe it to be untrue. But in the end, when that moment find us. And we become what we were always meant to be. We will look back with questioning eyes, wondering If we were ever truly fighting to begin with. It was beyond him how he was even awake. In fact if it had not been for this wonderful Tressa before him he was sure that he would have been amongst the dreamers. The night had been so eventful, so much commotion, so much adventure. Being lost in conversation was something he never thought he could ever do. Leon wasn’t the kind of person who normally found himself talking to strangers or sharing his stories and adventures. It was nice to have a break from the woods every now and then. It was nice to just be able to relax and not have to worry about the day to day. He really wasn’t completely sure why he could confide in this girl. He trusted her, respected her, and enjoyed talking to her. Something about the way those eyes looked at him, the way they searched him, probably still trying to figure him out. It was a feeling like he was important, like someone actually took notice of him. And with it Leon found himself speaking to her like she was one of his best friends. Friends were easy to come by, true friends were another thing. He couldn’t recall the last time he got to sit down and talk to someone. He was the very happy about the way the night had turned out; he had met a strange array of new people. But as he looked around he noticed that it was only him and Tressa left. The night was being lost, every moment they spent chatting away was a moment that he could be in a nice relaxing bed. But Tressa was a new friend and like friends they just got caught up in idle chat, letting the time slip away from them. Leon was exhausted beyond measure. He fought back the feeling of just closing his eyes and letting his head crash against the hard wooden table countless times. He didn’t understand how she had the energy to continue when he was right at the breaking point. The inn began to get quieter, and as he took notice to the counter he saw that the inn keeper was nodding off. That’s when he knew it was time to sleep for sure. Leon couldn’t help to glance at her, they had been going back and forth all night exchanging looks, exchanging words. Now that he looked harder he could see the tiredness in her. She was fighting it just as much as him. Leon gave a half cocked smile, before giving a small yawn. “It seems the night is almost over” That couldn’t be right; he thought to himself, it had just become dark out not but a few hours ago. He took a glance to the window and to his despair; light was starting to flood the darkness filling it with the colors of morning. It was a slow process, but he was sure that within the next couple of minutes the sun would show its head just over the darkness that it was consuming. Leon let himself fall to the table, letting the wood become one with his face, she had followed suit but she seemed to enjoy the experience far more than him. He was done. Tressa got the strength to get up and walk to the counter. Leon had let himself drift to sleep on the table until her words lifted him from his slumber. “ You look tired” “Come now” Boy wasn’t that what every man in this inn wanted to hear, but it meant little more to him than the promise of a nice place to lay down. He gave a nod and proceeded to work his tired tail bone out of the chair and follow her. Words could not be found. He looked up at her, just in time to catch a smile pass her lips. It was so amazing how she made him feel. She could have said no she could have thought him some kind of fool, for asking to share a room. And still it was laying on his mind why she had agreed to share to begin with. Maybe she trusted him to not be like all the others, or maybe she had other plans herself. He would have to see when he woke up, if all his gold was gone, or if he even woke up at all. Leon made an exhausted attempt to the counter where the Keeper was counting her newly acquired gold. Leon slid the rest of the payment to her, he ended up having to pay for the guards meal as well, and the little girl didn’t take in account the rest of her tab. But now wasn’t the time to be bitter, and he surrendered his fee and began on his way to the stairs…stairs his rival. Climbing the stairs was the hardest thing he had done in a while. The night of lazy sitting had taken a toll on his body. He was completely sore, his legs didn’t wish to move, and worse yet he was only on the third step. With weary eyes he watched her standing at the doorway to what looked to be the room where they were to be sleeping. For some reason she just stood there? He wished he knew what she was thinking. “Maybe she’s just waiting for me. Yeah that’s it. It has to be.” He stood beside her, putting on the best face he could and let his voice rise barely above a whisper. “ Thanks.”

[Tressa]

It seemed Leon was having as much trouble with his body functions due to fatigue as she was. Watching him climb the steps was comical. He did it as though it was a challenging feat. She may not have thought this if she'd only seen herself completing the same task. She waited patiently for him to catch up, using the closed door as a resting place, letting the weight of her body fall into it. If it were to swing open, she'd with out a doubt be picking herself up off of the floor. The hallway had many doors, most of them with occupants behind them. The smell up here was different, it was strong, but instead of food and filth, it smelled like clean linen, sweat and the unmistakable smell of unmentionable acts she didn't care to think about. Finally Leon stood beside her, looking as if he could collapse any moment onto the floor. "If you are going to pass out, make sure you do it inside the door" She said this in a playful way as she reached out to turn the door knob, grasping it in her slender hand. The metal was cool against her hand and she relished in the sensation for only a second before pushing the door open with ease. It creaked as it swung, sounding much louder than it should have in the quiet hall. Stepping forward Tressa entered the room, never thinking to light the lamp. She could see just fine and in her exhausted state the fact that Leon couldn't slipped her mind. The room looked clean, smelled clean, Tressa was satisfied with it. A single bed sat against the wall made up perfectly and across from it a small stand with two drawers was set neatly against the opposite wall. "Homey isn't it?" She mumbled sarcastically. Looking back to Leon, curious to see if he was still in the land of the conscious. It struck her then that he may be having trouble seeing in the current lighting, or lack there of. Instead of moving to the lamp she moved to the window. Drawing back the thick cotton drape to welcome the dawn. It was still dark out, but the glimpse of the sun there was, was enough to light the room enough to see. Solving the first issue on led her to think about the next one. Who got the bed? She could easily morph and sleep comfortably on the bare floor. But that would involve undressing and it seemed there was no closet or attached room. She wasn't shy, far from it, but something about revealing her naked form to this man just left her looking for other options. There were none. Either she stayed in this form, and slept on the floor, slept in the bed and made him take the floor, or she morphed and he saw. It wasn't right to make him take the floor, not with her having means to make it work for her anyhow. Grinding her teeth momentarily in frustration, she decided. She would morph and they would both sleep well. Also, the look on his face would be priceless. Turning her back to him once more she avoided looking at him, she didn't want to know if he was watching or not. Leaning down she quickly unlaced the shoes that adorned her feet. They were horrible uncomfortable things, but they protected her. Stepping out of them she reached to the hem of her dress and in one swift motion slipped it up over her slim frame. Doing her best to move quickly and not reveal too much of herself. As soon as her clothing had been shed and the cool night breeze could graze her skin she shifted forms. Her body quickly taking the shape of a young tigress. Leaving her clothing lay and making her way to the side of the bed she sniffed the floor pickily. Seeming to find a spot she liked, Tressa climbed halfway onto the bed, swiping one of her paws across it to snatch the closest pillow. Hooking it with her claws she pulled it to the floor, positioning it in a perfectionist sort of way. Slowly she circled the spot, pausing momentarily to knead her claws into the pillow and floor before circling again, finally satisfied with her bed she collapsed onto it, curling into a ball with her tail neatly wrapped around her, flicking it every so often as she readied herself for sleep. She stared up at him with glowing yellow eyes, watching his every move.`

[Leon]

Dream the dream of a dreamer Cast your emotions to the back of your mind Let the world fade with the closing of your eyes. As light and darkness blend as one Feel no pain or sorrow, let nothing hold you back Close your eyes this day, just forget it all and relax Cast off the troubled past, let the future brightly shine For this day is almost over, and a new one is sure to come Dream the dream of a dreamer Dream my faithful friend. And you shall be awaken, by the rising sun again. When she opened the door he almost cried out in excitement. The first thing he saw was a bed, in fact it was pretty much the only thing he cared about at that moment in time.The lack of sleep had left him a looking like something of the living dead, and instead of the flesh of mortals to consume he had the sheets and a bed frame. It really hadn’t set in until now he might have to sleep on the floor. Though the thought behind the rooming arrangements had been in good intention, Leon was now wondering if it was worth the fight that would go down if he tried to take the bed for himself. Leon stared at her half expecting her to go lunging for the bed. But instead she stood there and looked at the bed as well, maybe she was thinking about same thing he was.“Of course she is thinking about it. She will look back at me and ask that question that needs not be asked. Who is going to sleep on bed tonight?” Leon gave a rather small sigh. If he looked at the situation he knew what he must to. He was so hopeful for the soft sheets against him, the way that they would feel as he wrapped himself in them. But a few moments earlier he had been totally content with sleeping on the table. So he knew for sure that he could deal with one night on a floor. Besides it wasn’t like the ground outside the gates held much better for him. It was becoming more of a struggle to keep his eyes open and with in a few moments they closed all together. His body made a forward motion as he caught himself before he fell completely. She was so right, if he didn’t enter the room soon he was going to pass out in the door way and hit the floor with that unmistakable “thud.” followed by the giggles and I told you so’s Leon took a few moments and gathered himself as he took a step into the room. She had turned from him, opeing the window to allow some sort of light for him to see, which was fine but most of the time he felt around with his gift to get a good view of the place he was in. His eyes began to grow heavy again closing once more, he was about to pass out for sure. Sleep was winning the battle, he needed to lay down before he got hurt and looked like a fool. Giving himself a healthy shake was just the right thing he needed to wake himself up just enough to get to the spot he was going to bed down. He took a glance over in her general direction and was about to let he know that she could take the bed. But she looked busy lost in thought so he waited to say anything to her. He watched for a few moments longer watching her take off the shoes that were bound to her feet. He didn’t think much about it. “Oh she’s getting ready for bed, cool. I should do the same.” But when she reached for her dress Leon froze, “she isn’t about to?” And then she did. Leon watched in slow motion as the clothing fell free from her heavenly body. What she was wearing fell to the floor and there she stood bare before him looking back as if she had done noting. Her perfect form took him for a ride, his head was spinning with the thoughts of the unthinkable, he didn’t plan on anything going down, he was far to tired to even hope to satisfy her if she was to call for him this night. But the view was more than he could handle. Though it was only her backside it gave a great indication to what lay waiting on the other side. She was way to beautiful for him, this had to be a dream he kept telling himself. And as the seconds passed time seemed to speed back up to its normal routine. Leon quickly turned around cursing to himself for staring. “I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to look? Um! I don’t know what to say…” He was cut off by the sound of claws upon the wood floor. It was strange? Leon looked back despite the red flag in his head that told him that she was there naked. When he turned he saw not her where she once was stood so flawlessly, but instead he saw a fearsome white tiger. Words could not be mustered from his lips, He muster up the strength to speak at all. He was far beyond a state of shock. In fact one could say that he began rubbing his eyes profusely as if he couldn’t believe what he was seeing. “Tressa?!” his voice barely above a whisper as if not to scare the creature before him. Leon looked into the large cat’s eyes, as it gazed back at him. It was unmistakable, those eyes were the same. The yellow eyes burned into his soul and despite his fear of the creature the eyes once again made him feel safe. It was apparent that she somehow had managed to turn into a tiger. Leon head was spinning round and round, things were starting to make sense. The growl, the fangs, she had to be some sort of shape shifter. He had heard about them but never in his life had he ever remotely believed it was possible. But here it was right before him. Here she was, sniffing the ground looking for a place to bed down. “This is… unexpected.” Leon was more awake now. He watched Tressa in her new form take the pillow off the bed. Was she offering it to him? It was kind of her regardless of what ever form she was in, but somehow he didn’t feel right taking it. Leon turned and closed the door as if not to alert any person passing by the door. He was still unsure about her in this new form, but regardless he took a few paces towards her making sure to tread lightly as if not to scare her or show that he was reacting to her change in any negative way. He wasn’t sure if she took on the nature of the animal or if she was same as she was in her human form. He was completely unsure what to expect from her in this form. Leon stuck out his hand out to her and placed it softly on her head. He fur felt so soft against his hand. It felt so much like his cloth on his cloak. He was smiling that he hadn’t gotten bitten or killed yet. Leon found the strength to sit beside her letting his hand run through her fur, going down her back. He loved the way it felt in between his fingers. She was so soft, her fur felt like the finest silk, she was the most amazing creature he had ever had the honor to know. He was so drawn by this new part about her that he just kept rubbing her until he felt the flick of a tail against his arm. His attention turned to the disturbance and he gave a weak smile. He was so happy that they had just gotten done eating, because he didn’t have to worry about becoming food himself. “ Nooo she wouldn’t eat me… would she?.” But he showed no fear, what ever was going on was part of her and he found that he could trust her in her human form so this shouldn’t be any different. Besides he got to see her naked at least partially. That in its self was worth what ever death had to offer. It was a once in a lifetime gift that he didn’t take to lightly. Be now he realized why she had done it. Cloths might have gotten ruined in the transformation stage. He found it just amazing how regardless of what form she was in that she still managed to take his breath away. One way or another he mused to himself. Leon found himself fighting back the urge to fall asleep. The way her body rose and fell against him with each breath was starting to coax him to sleep. The motions alone were enough for him. The shock had passed very quickly. Had he been more awake he was sure he would have reacted completely differently to the situation. He still thought that he was dreaming, so he let it go down like any dream would, do the obviously stupid thing and wake up in the morning with a smile saying yeah that will never happen. When she began to purr, that’s when Leon lost it. The feeling was spelling binding, It was like she was doing it on purpose luring him to close his eyes he couldn’t resist but to put his head upon her chest. And within moments he found himself drifting off into the land of the dreams, beside the most amazing creature in the world.

[Tressa]

Tressa knew he had stared at her undressed form. After all he was male, it was like they had a sixth sense that told them when a girl was naked. She didn't mind as much as she should have, or thought she would have. He seemed obviously surprised by her change of form, had he never known a kelvic? His words met her ears, but she offered no reply. Only the soft stare of her gaze. To see softness in a predator's eyes was a true rarity only a few ever witnessed. She flinched ever so slightly at the sound of the door shutting. She understood why he had done it, but it stabbed at a deep wound in her soul. Adverting her eyes from him only momentarily, she tucked her head, placing a paw ontop of it to cover he face. Leon apprached her, and she pinned her ears back quickly in reflex. She wasn't sure what his reaction might be and she wasn't used to the kindest greetings in this form. He moved slowly, not like an aggressor and this reassured her. Unpinning her ears she was still unprepaired for the placement of his hand on her head. He is going to pet me? The petting of her head advanced into him settling next to her and running his hands down her back. Pride welled in her quickly. She was no house cat, or dog, or horse or any domesticated beast which was intended to be petted, she'd never been petted. A short growl emerged from her throat. Not long after voicing her opinion of it she realized that being petted was relaxing and she felt pampered by it. The growl had quickly become a soft purring sound and she raised her head slightly to nuzzle against him softly. He was quickly drifting off to the land of the sleeping. She had given him the bed, but he'd chosen the floor next to her, why? It was strange to her, she'd always seen humans as selfish, undeserving creatures. But this one, he was different, she'd noticed this from the beginning, but he continued to further prove it. The petting had come to a stop and now Leon settled his head on her chest, his head cushioned by the thickness of her fur. His breathing had become quiet and slow paced. His heart beat slowly, rythmatically, allowing his body the rest it needed. This was all new to her and her body was slightly tensed. She'd never been petted or slept against and she lay awake, waiting for sleep to find her. It was dawn now, the morning's first rays of sun filtered through the window to make shadows dance around the floor. People had begun to stir in the hall, obviously getting back to their travels early. Tressa growled softly and without thinking laid her paw across the sleeping man protectivly. Only letting her body relax when it was quiet once more. She was getting used to this and finally a hazey sleep found her. Like most felines she could sleep and listen to the world around her, making her nearly impossible to sneak up on, unless she happened to be in a deep slumber. Hours passed by until the sun was high in the sky and it's rays poured into the room, leaving nothing untouched by it's light. Tressa stirred gently, her ears twitching and her tail sliding across the floor before she slowly opened her eyes. Leon still lay against her, lost in his dreams and she didn't want to disturb him, but the desire to stretch filled her. His body weight had forced her to hold her postion all night. Nudging him from her and onto the pillow Tressa stood, yawning and arching her back. She watched him as he slept soundly. Settling onto her haunches she sat only feet from him. The few hours of rest had been more than enough for her. She guessed it was near midday and the smell of cooking food wafted from the dining area below. Impatiently she looked around, kneading her claws absent mindedly. The sound of footsteps in the hall drew her attention followed by a short rapping of knuckles on the door. "Ye only payed for the night" Came an unknown voice. It was probably the barkeep, but Tressa made no move towards the door. Let him knock she thought, for if he entered he'd have quite a surpise. Her judgement told her it'd be best to wake him, after all he had mentioned needing to do things today. Still he looked peaceful and she was reluctant to do so. But, she did, lifting her large front paw she nudged him with it, doing her best not to jar him too badly. Wake up she thought circling around him, lowering her head to his she nudged him again. Staring into his face, with her nose nearly grazing his.

[Leon]

Yellow eyes sparkle in a furry that can never be replaced The touch and the look, a textured embrace So much wonder to behold, hidden behind her form. Knowing little about her, he steps forward. His heart reaching out, with a placement of his hand He falls to her side, unable to resist She has him captivated, as he lays down his head The devils temptress, now covered with white. Is his keeper now in this morning night. For his trust and his heart are slowly becoming hers As he begins to realize, the softness of a touch. Dreams, they play the biggest part of ones slumber. They can be anything that the dreamer thinks about. In rare moments, dreams can tell the outcome of the future. They can show what is to be, or what was. Those dreams are mostly forgotten, but leave the dreamer with bits and pieces. His mind fluttered with the thoughts of sand. Leon found himself in the middle of the desert. His eyes searching across the never ending sea of brown. The desert played tricks on his mind, showing illusions most mortals would follow, but Leon just scanned over them searching for something in the distance. In his mind it felt like something was stirring, he could feel his heart racing. The longer he stared the more faded the images became. In his body he could feel the pressure, emotions of his past starting to converge on him. The visions of the rain, the ravens, and all those events that took place that day he ran away. He was being attacked by the visions of his childhood, of the moments he would never be able to change. The desert began to call out to him. His name being written in the sand, it was as if he was being drawn back to it…it was only a dream. The pressure began to pour ouot of him in the form of wind. He seemed to be the center of a sand storm, the starting point of its anger and aggression. Leon spun around looking wildly at the wall of fine particles that swirled around him. Leon closed his eyes his mind flashing to a girl. He could feel the movement of her against him. The look of her eyes holding him tight. It was like damn breaking when he opened his eyes. Sand was blown in every direction, it seemed to leave from him. He was no longer incased in the blasting winds, and nothing seemed to harm him. He held on to the image in his mind, his own little escape from the pain. He was as strong as the red stone he use to live upon. The feeling of being alone had been something he had been use to. But something in his mind had changed, something was bound in his heart… her. Leon looked up through dusty air to see a white figure, with piercing yellows eyes falling from the heavens above. He couldn’t think of what it was or who. But as the form got closer it drove away the winds, and the air seemed to clear where she touched it. The figure landed on him with a thud, making him collapse to the sands below. He stared as hard as he could into those yellow eyes, those soft yellow eyes. It was a strange feeling, and he had felt this look somewhere before, but where. The creature lifted its paw and push upon Leon giving him a little shock. It sent shutters through his body. Thud…. Thud…. Thud….. The dream faded and light began to fill Leon’s eyelids. He was unsure of the time of day but knew that the room was well lite. He slowly brought himself to stir, and upon opening his eyes completely, he gave a sudden jolt back. Maybe it was the fact that Tressa was only inches away from him, or maybe it had been just the shock of a tiger like form inches away from him. He leaned towards the lather. The flinch had been unavoidable, he had let out a tiny noise in shock, undistinguishable and was probably unable to be replicated in any way shape or form. It wasn’t what he wanted to see when he first woke up, a pair of cat like eyes inches away from his. It tended to put even the most strong natured men on the ground begging to not become a meal. Regardless of the fact that he had just awoken to her, he took notice that he was on the ground. “ Does that mean I fell asleep there?” He was surprised that he just passed out so quickly, but exhaustion does allow rest to come without much warning. The memories of the night before began to flood back to him. He was wondering why the tiger was there before him, and briefly forgot that it had been Tressa who had somehow changed into this wonderful, yet terrific Tigress. His mind was lost in thought when all of a sudden the door began to jar with the pounding of someone who seemed was getting rather impatient with the couple in the room. “That means its time to go! I will be back in five minutes you better be on your way out or ye will be payin for another night. Ye hear me?!” His eyes focused on the door, not wanting to think about the other issue at hand. His voice was tired and had little tone to it as he spoke to the ill given notice. His words held little meaning as he issued his response. “Yes we hear you! Now leave us alone?”Leon listened to the footsteps as they stepped away from his door. They were safe from intrusion for now. He found himself at a loss of words as he turned back to Tressa. He was unsure what was going on with this girl. The last thing he had remembered…Nope it hadn’t been a dream, she really had gotten naked and she really had transformed into a fearsome tiger. “ So, Tressa?” His eyes searching hers, this was all new to him, never before had he seen these events unfold. What was she? Who was she, why was she a tiger! Lots of questions flooded his mind. He was so confused but she hadn’t killed him while he fell asleep so at least he could feel a little safe around her in this way. “Tressa? I’m not sure how we are going to be able to leave with you like that.” The truth was he was sure they had seen stranger things in this inn, but he just wanted to make sure no one else got the feeling they were going to be eaten as well. Speaking of food, the smell of it was starting to drive his head mad. Though he already had a good meal last night, his body was craving something once again. The smell that was rising from the floor below was taking his senses for a ride. But leon kept it in check keeping his eyes on the one before him... Tressa

[Tressa]

(Ooc: I like that poem, it's pretty) He awoke with a startling jolt, jumping back away from her. Surprised by his action Tressa quickly responded retreating backwards, the noise ending with her ears pinned back in reflex. "Does that mean I fell asleep here?" It was a foolish question and Tressa glared at him, cocking her head to one side in a sarcastic manner as if she'd read his thoughts and to say, No, I obviously drug you off the bed for a midnight snack and then decided you'd make a sour meal and let you use me for a pillow instead and by the way you drool. He appeared confused to her and she wondered if all of the human species appeared this ignorant when they awoke. “That means its time to go! I will be back in five minutes you better be on your way out or ye will be payin for another night. Ye hear me?!” Tressa hissed in the direction of the door, crouching down and parting her lips to bare her teeth, before she could further her annoyance at the man behind the door Leon spoke. “Yes we hear you! Now leave us alone?” She relaxed at the sound of retreating footsteps looking to Leon she met his gaze, making no advance towards her previous spot beside him. "So, Tressa?" She lowered her head slightly in response, still holding his eyes with her own. She could see he was thinking, but had no idea of what. “Tressa? I’m not sure how we are going to be able to leave with you like that.” It was funny how a kelvic of house pet appearance could stroll the streets, unhindered by people, but one of a more proud species was shunned. The truth was she didn't truely care how many people ran at the sight of her, she found it funny, that the mere sight of a predator could send human's flocking. But, she liked this human, and she'd do as he wished. He didn't need to ask she knew what his statement meant. Standing she flicked her tail through the air steadily making her way to the crumpled pile of clothing she'd left on the floor the night before. The look in his eyes told her he'd already seen and she wasn't in the mood for playing modest. Not even bothering to face away from him she stretched, it was always so much better doing it in this form. Relaxing her body she willed herself to change. In a flash of light the four legged beast became once again the pale skinned, yellow eyed woman. She smiled, as she bent to grab her clothing. Thinking of all the things she'd wanted to say while she couldn't and now having the ability to she wouldn't. "So, I scared you when you awoke, yet you had no problem using me for a body pillow all night. Good thing I'm not as easily offended as some." She said this with laughter in her voice but the minute sarcasm of it was evident, the truth was she hadn't minded, no matter how she played it off. Slipping the dress back over her head she looked down to her room mate, he still sat where he'd woke. Looking to the mirror that hung on the wall she pulled her fingers through her hair, quickly doing away with the tangles morphing left in it. After she was satisfied with her appearance she set herself to the task of putting her shoes on and then made her way to his side. "Are you coming?" She questioned, not wanting to deal with the pushy inn keep again. Besides that she wanted lunch and she knew he did too, men were never full. She figured breakfast was out of the question, roughly judging the time of day. Either way a meal was needed and it wouldn't be human, no matter what the stereotype for tigers was. Finishing her walk to the door she turned the knob, thinking of the night before and how she'd probably never forget this particular night or the look on his face when he'd woke up. Pushing the door open she stepped into the hall, waiting for him, unlike she had the previous night. After all they had shared a room and no matter what did or didn't happen she knew people talked and she could do without certain assumptions, as could he she figured.

[Leon]

Nothing can change what has already been done Nothing can erase the images that now flood the mind They seep in through the pores on the skin. And are absorbed by the eyes once again As she stands there so proud, only half aware of the crime she’s committed That she has stolen something that does not belong to her. A single heart, but just not any heart A heart that is bound by purpose To love without question, without fear. And as time progresses, only then will she see What is bewitching the mortal, who is sadly…me He watched her with interest as she paced over in the direction of the long ago discarded clothing. The thought of what was about to happen never clicked in his mind. His eyes were filled with a bright flash of light. It was a very unwelcome feeling as it drove him to cover his eyes and give a moan of protest. “What was that f--” Nothing could have prepared him for what he saw when he opened his eyes. Nothing could hope to best the vision of beauty that was in his eyes this moment. His mind could not react fast enough to the naked form before him. Mouth hung open, and a face that showed an expression of just complete disbelief. The body could not respond nothing he tried to move would move. The tongue would not bring words to his lips, but rather yet finished the one that was started prior to. “ooor” Leon’s eyes could not be averted from her form. Her voice broke him away from empty minded stance but he still couldn’t look away. She was right he has been scared when he first awoke. He found it hard to speak while she was naked before him, but he managed to give out a stuttered response… “Well I, I Um….” And there he was all expressionless again. “ Your Beautiful…” Leon shook his head free of that, unsure why his mouth had even mentioned those words. His face reddened by the silly comment, but it had been the straw he needed to finally break away from the staring circle that he was caught up in. He heard the last shoe hit the floor, assuming now that she was fully dressed he turned back to her. He felt foolish for staring, and wondered how many people had thought of her in that way. She had started walking towards him, it was strange to see her in such a way and it seemed not to bother her. “Are You Coming?” Leon jumped up; he didn’t need any more incentive to break away from the awkward situation. It was the past, he had gotten to see her, something he was sure most men would have dreamed about for years. He stood up beside her and followed her to the door way and then followed her out. People’s eyes fixated upon the pair. They gave side glances and started talking amongst themselves. It was all to apparent what they were thinking happened last night between the pair. He didn’t care what people thought. He knew the truth and that was all that mattered. He had never done those unmentionable acts before, and to be honest was not sure he was even remotely capable of taking advantage of a sleeping person. Not to mention it was a lot different with her transforming into a tiger. Leon’s eyes searched for a table in which to set up for a meal. In his mind it was breakfast, he never even thought about the time that they had actually gone to bed. He pull out a chair for the Tressa and let her sit before he moved to sitting beside her. He had so many questions for her, so many questions. But a meal was in order and he had much to do today. The inn keeper didn’t look to thrilled with him as he came over with a pair of plates filled with food. “But I didn’t order anything?” The inn keeper’s eyes turned to the pair and set the plates down before them. “I figured since you were taking your time that you would come down and order something… stop me If I am wrong, and ill take the plates back.” Leon paused a moment, the food was hot and he was hungry. He was a merchant for sure, and this time it was worth falling into. “We will take it.” Leon said looking down at the plate. It looked to be promising meal that was for sure. His eyes landed back upon Tressa, he would undoubtedly pay for her meal. He still had some coins left over from the night before, and wasn’t in a tight pinch so he wouldn’t mind founding the meal costs. Before the inn keeper left he handed him two gold coins. The greedy keeper took them off and returned back to his post, leaving with nothing but a smile. “Tressa, thank you for everything, last night. Im sorry that I slept on you. Im glad you didn't take much offense of it as well.” and with no more words to think of he slowly began to eat his meal. Taking it one bite at a time, unlike his hungry assault on the food just the night before. He wasn't sure what the day had planned for him but this moment now was all he needed to get by the weeks of solitude that were sure to befall him.

[Tressa]

Tressa led the way, she'd offered no clue that she payed his shock and awe at her any attention, but she'd seen his face and his stupor, and the fact that he'd stared. She thought it best to leave it alone, after all her commenting would only add humiliation to the situation. She didn't want to humiliate him, had it been another she'd of mercilessly stripped them of their pride by now. Making her way down the stairs she found it much more easy going than the night before. The only hinderance it left her with was the challenge of down. She disliked down. Up the tree, up the stairs, it was childs play for her. Down on the other hand left her nervous and unsure, gravity was unforgiving. One hand clinging to the railing and the held cautiously out in a means of balance, she slowly descended the steps her eyes set on the next one each time. Fully aware of Leon bounding down them behind her unbothered by the task of down. Thankful to have reached the bottom without the rather painful assistance of gravity she paused to regain her nerves. Leon took the lead and quickly found a suitable table. "Well you're wide awake now aren't you?" She questioned his energy remembering well the zombie he'd been only hours ago. Trailing behind him she accepted his offer of the pulled out chair and seated herself in it. Goosebumps trailed up her spine instantly as he seated himself beside her. His close proximity left her thinking of the last close encounter and why reactions varied in such complexity. Her thoughts were swifty readressed at the sight of the smutt mouthed inn keep. Her eyes narrowed on him and her emotions towards him seethed inside them. His rudeness had put him on her bad side. He was carrying food and Leon spoke up first. Tressa was glad, her response would have been much different. A short conversation led to the plate of food being sat before her and she glanced down at it almost appearing disgusted by it. She had no taste for human food, it sickened her. Sucking up her feelings towards the contents of the plate she disdainfully picked up her fork. “Tressa, thank you for everything, last night. Im sorry that I slept on you. Im glad you didn't take much offense of it as well.” She raised her eyes to him, her look of disgustion becoming more subtle, turning happy. "You're welcome, I thought about leaving you to your slumber at the table, but, well I'm not that cruel. It's fine, I never knew I could make a good pillow and atleast you didn't snore" Her tone came humorously and she let her sentence trail off as she lowered her eyes back to the plate and disdainfully took a bite of her food. Willing herself not to taste it. After only a few forced bites she pushed her plate away her hunger retreated by the choice of food. Looking up to Leon she waited patiently for the meal to end. When he was finished she sat still, unsure of what came next, did they say their good byes or did she follow him out the door? This was all new to her. Nothing held her in Syliras, she'd willingly go if asked. She decided she'd stay seated when he stood to leave and only follow after him if requested to.

[Leon]

A single breath, mine to give Is yours to keep forever true Never will it stray to another's lips Nor will it ever fade The smile that you give me Can only blossom, only grow For the moments we spend Bring the only true happiness I know I love you, and love being loved And that’s all that matters anyway. Obstacles may obstruct. Paths might be hard to see But we can overcome anything... This I believe! The eyes that were fixated upon him made him feel just a little out of place. Though he had only eaten a few bites of the meal, his stomach was turning. He decided that it would be best if he did not consume anymore of the abomination that the inn keeper dare call food. He noticed that upon speaking to Tressa, that she changed her face to a smile. She was way too nice and for the life of him he could not figure out why. "You're welcome, I thought about leaving you to your slumber at the table, but, well I'm not that cruel. It’s fine, I never knew I could make a good pillow and at least you didn't snore" He looked at her happily; any distraction from the horrible meal was most welcome. He was happy to know that he didn’t snore. But he felt a little bad about the whole situation. Never before had he invaded someone’s personal space. He blamed it on the lack of sleep that enviably drove him to do the naive and rather idiotic task. But if he could had gone back in time and done it over, he was sure he still would have chosen her to rest his head upon. “The table would have been more than fair for the way that I stared at you last night.” Pausing only slightly he thought about this morning. “And this morning. But at least I wouldn’t have had to deal with the inn keeper’s anymore.” He was of course hinting to the moment the Inn keeper would have entered the room after no response had been given at his barrage on the door. In his mind the damn prick would have gotten what he had coming for being sour to his guests. He glanced over in his general direction letting the hatred of his mood be cast onto another. The keeper some how sensing that eyes were being drawn upon him turned to see the couple beaming down upon him. Turning ever so slightly the Keeper gave a rather tainted smile. It was probably in regards to the over all quality of the meal. He was sure he had his hand in the making of that meal, and the reason that his stomach hurt was because of something he had done to the food itself. That or it was just really just that horrific. He watched Tressa resume eating for only a moment, and with a great effort force the bit sized pieces down her throat. She was apparently enjoying the meal just as much as he was. She enjoyed it so well that she pushed it free from her grasp and he could tell by the “No way in hell I’m eating another bite of this BS” kind of look on her face that she was more than done. It was so amazing to see that he gave a small chuckle before following suite and pushing his away. She had been staring at him, seemingly waiting for him to finish the alleged meal. He met her eyes not wanting this moment to end. He wanted to spend as much time with her as possible. The fact that she was still there beside him left him to question what other plans she had. Most people would have left saying well I had a nice time and went on with there way with some I’ll natured goodbye. Maybe she was waiting for him to say it. Or maybe she had planned on joining him, and was just waiting to be invited. She had roomed with him, and she didn’t leave him while he was sleeping. Maybe this girl genuinely interested in spending a little time getting to know him. Or maybe she just had nothing better to do and was interested in seeing where the road would take her next. But no matter the reason Leon could rest his head easy knowing that if she was still here that she would at least be with him for a little while longer. That was unless she herself had other plans and he was of course letting his head get the better of him. Because Despite the fact that they had only really met the night before, due to some strange turn of fate. He had rather grown found of her being around. He eyes rested upon her, scared of the question that was soon to come, biting his lips was not helping the moment come any faster. It was so awkward asking for her to come with him. The simple words could not be said, and it was so strange why. Was it because he had seen her naked? Was it because she was someone he found attractive? Or was it just the plain fact that she was a woman. He was unsure why he couldn’t just break down and ask her, it was probably just the fear of her rejecting the idea, of her just getting up and saying no. Leaving him to wonder what could have been or what to do next. “Sooo” Leon gestured bringing out the o in a desperate attempt to stall for time. “I have a lot of things to do to get ready for my travels later? And I was sort of wondering... if you weren’t to busy and all… if you wouldn’t mind to accompany me.? I mean because I don’t know this city very well and what not.” Leon held his breath, keeping his eyes locked with hers. “Please say yes! please, please, please!!!” His mouth felt dry, and his stomach fluttered with the hopes of her answer. Or maybe it was just the foul food he had eaten. He couldn’t believe that his hopes rested on a simple freaking word from this girl