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Narragyambie ☆ Familiar (homeless)Poppy
63 year old Pureblood Human ☆ She/Her

This was one of the many locations she had come to call home. Well, sort of home. She didn’t really have a home anymore. Her last owner had decided they no longer wanted to have her around. Then again they had been old and had little use for a four legged creature that could turn into a two legged one that was rather vocal about their wants, needs and desires. Cat felt that since her mere presence boosted their magical abilities that actually it was a fair trade. The thoughts of her previous owner were pushed out of her thoughts as the door opened. Her ears swiveled at the sounds and she sat up slightly.

Her favorite place in this particular location was the best. It did smell of the odd male dog-wizard that called this place called home, along with the several females he brought home and sometimes the different scents could be unsettling it didn’t stop her from making sure her own scent was mingled in with everything. It had taken her a few days of rubbing her scent on things so that the dog-wizard knew she considered it apart of her ever expanding territory.

He didn’t seem to mind for the most part, though, she did wish he would stop washing the sleeping place so much. The sounds of footsteps caused Cat to yawn and slowly move onto her feet, stretching her front legs first before moving onto the back ones. Then with all the grace of her species she jumped off the bed and trotted out to meet the owner of the footsteps.

Perhaps dog-wizard bought some good food for a change, she thought hopefully, as she rounded a corner with a loud meow too let him know she was present and demanded his attention.

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Bourke ☆ Seventh Year ✩ Kaitore
17 year old Halfblood Werewolf ☆ HE/HIM

Typically he didn't return home too often during the middle of the week but this had been a very unique situation in every possible way. There had only been a few more days left until his transformation would occur. He flung his bag into a chair that had been nearby the kitchen table and grunted with annoyance. Each scar that stretched across his body throbbed and ached to massive degrees. Unfortunately, there had been nothing he could do to allow for them to properly heal, time after time being re-opened and forced to heal. At this point in his existence he expected he always got the asshole Auror's that'd place him in such a tight lockdown that he'd have no choice but to attack himself in bestial frustration. The least they could do is give him some Wolfsbane just so that he wouldn't always wake up in even more excruciating pain. And Naked. 

A gentle whiff amongst the air caused his eyebrow to perk out casually, there had been something live in the home and familiar. . . His brain reminding him of the cat that visited every so often and pilfered food. Or, more realistically, that stayed part time like a relative that visited every so often and had been given food. The cat had always been a curious creature to him, he'd expected her natural awareness would end up avoiding him and yet time and again she'd always return. Perhaps the first creature around that 'accepted' him and held some form of idea. 

He often had to wash his sheets and clean his room when bringing over unique company, if only to have something clean to sleep and lay on instead of the after-juices of an excited time. At least it tended to be more of the woman than himself due to his much more given attitude in most activities that he'd given his attention towards. 

The sound of the springs bouncing echoed in his ear and then the ever so loud mewl of the cat and her usual attention seeking tone. Travis gave a wide grin as he walked over towards her, picking her up easily and bringing her close to his chest where he'd smooth the palm of his other hand along the top of her head. "Hey there, gorgeous. I didn't expect you to show up so soon. But I had been prepared just slightly, in case you would come around. How about a bit of fish?" He figured he could prepare some food for her and then start his shower to clean off the stress of the day. 

After putting her down gently he went towards the fridge and opened it up to pull out a freshly wrapped Cod, it hadn't ripened yet being freshly caught Cod from a day back and properly stored. Making his way towards the sink he'd begin to descale it by hand, the sharp edges of his nails making it quite easy, as if he'd been rendering the fishes fleshy belly for himself. He went through the process of separating the head, the spine, leaving only the prime meat and then washed it clean of any potential scales or bones that may have lingered on the usable portions before starting to cook it. 

While some chose to give cat's raw fish that hadn't been his style, he didn't want to risk any form of deficiency or illness to occur. "You know, you don't always have to just wander about. You can stay if you want. Bah... You probably prefer your freedom anyways, eh? Haha. I get you, wish that Freedom was a pretty easy grasp for me but. . . Oh well." He shrugged as if the weight of being like a caged creature had simply been accepted as a way of his life forever more.  After some time, making sure it had been cooked thoroughly, he'd put the pieces of fish into a bowl and offered a clean set of water for Cat. "Sorry it took so long, but I figured you could use a pretty good meal every so often.

He started to take off his shirt and started to wrap it up into a ball like shape readying it to be tossed into the hamper. The surface of his torso: Tricep, Biceps, Chest, and slight portions of his abdomen had scars, the kind that showed some form of brutal animal attack and yet the angles showed that they'd been much more self inflicted. 

 

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Narragyambie ☆ Familiar (homeless)Poppy
63 year old Pureblood Human ☆ She/Her

Cat really wasn’t sure why people felt the need to pick her up when they first encountered her, but they did and Dog-Wizard was no different. She gave mildly disgruntled noise that soon dissolved into purring when he ran his hands over just the right spot. Dog-Wizard had his many downsides but all off those were clean forgotten when he petted her or offered her some damn good food. She listened too him talk for a moment, giving him a quick sniff and noticing the scent she went out of her way to rub onto him was starting to fade.

This was unacceptable, she put a lot of work into marking things that she considered hers with her own unique scent. Dog-Wizard was hers when it was convenient and therefore he needed to smell like her. There was only one way to rectify this situation, with this single minded purpose she rubbed her cheeks against his hand, making sure to mark him with her scent.

This rubbing continued when he placed her on the ground and spoke of food. Once on all four feet, she followed where he went on his two feet, making sure too get a few rubs in on his legs before she figured out what he was doing and quickly trotted off too where her food bowl lived.

He was a good Dog-Wizard.

Well, she thought he was until once again he deployed fish into her bowl. Fish! Again! Did this Dog-Wizard not understand that variety in a diet was the spice of life? Well, it was time he was told. So, after greedily eating half the fish he’d lain out of her, lapping up some of the water. She then trotted after him, it was during this trot that she switched from her much preferred four legged mode of transport to the two legged version.

“Dog-Wizard,” she said, watching him as he removed the clothes that kept him warm. Completely oblivious to the fact that she was not wearing any clothes herself “I appreciate the fish but sometimes I do like a change in diet. A nice rib eye steak, perhaps. Is that so hard for your to accomplish?”

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Bourke ☆ Seventh Year ✩ Kaitore
17 year old Halfblood Werewolf ☆ HE/HIM

A smile breeched his face as her head pressed against the surface of his hand. The smell she held had been unique, something that often made her easily identifiable to him, both when the smells that would often fade over time along when she'd been physically present in the area. He often wondered if she'd eventually settle down in a home or somewhere rather than coming and going, but maybe that had been for the best? Once a being is at a certain age they'd be settled in their ways and lifestyle and perhaps a cat would be no different in that mindset than any other creature. 

With, what he considered to be, his good caretaker duties handled and his shirt removed and tossed he made his way towards the shower and turned it on. The warmth of the heat pooled up in the washroom with the sliding glass door increasingly turning foggy before he could even decide to gather himself to jump inside of it. But that hadn't been what halted him from taking the measure of removing the rest of his clothing. It'd been the sudden voice which alerted him and caused his brow to furrow in utter confusion. Did she. . . Just clal him Dog-Wizard?

He hadn't even sensed the new individual in the home, had they apparated.  . . ? No, there didn't seem to be any new smell in the air. What had lingered to his nostrils still had been Cat which drew more confusion for him. Travis turned around and his eyes widened, mouth dropped agape stuck between trying to identify the woman versus checking out her entirely nude form. His face leaned forward and gave a long sniff only to find that the woman had reeked of a familiar scent that he'd known too well. It lingered as if she'd been the cat itself that often found refuge in his home. 

"I. . . What. . .?" Had she been an Animagus that walked around as a cat and just watched him? His eyes drifted down towards his bare and scarred chest and he'd suddenly grown conscious of the fact he'd been in the bathroom, with water running and a naked woman. This didn't draw the wrong conclusion if someone were to suddenly burst in. "I mean. . . No? It isn't. Er. . . Were you a person the entire time?" She'd watched him walk around naked, junk out and all many times. That had been on top of the few women he'd bring home once in a blue moon when a strong enough connection had formed between them. "Morgana's orbs. . . You have been walking around watching me this long too?! And why are you naked?! Not that I'm complaining, you've got a really nice body.

Did he just tell a cat that he often fed, picked up and held and allowed to cuddle in his body that they had a nice body? Cat or person? . . .Now he was getting confused at how long things had been going on. "Do. . . You want some clothes or something? Or are you just fine with me staring at you like this?" This had been unprecedented, he'd never known a woman to be so bold. 

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Narragyambie ☆ Familiar (homeless)Poppy
63 year old Pureblood Human ☆ She/Her

A heavy sigh escaped Cat as Dog-Wizard turned around to face her and seemed somewhat bewildered by her suddenly showing up in this two legged form, a form she did not appreciate being in. It didn’t matter that this was form she’d been born into, it was the form that had led her down the path in which she had to beg, steal and lie to get through the world. It was the most troubling of forms, and from the look on Dog-Wizards face he was also having some issues with it.

Then came the rude wave of questions. Asking her all kinds of nonsense about watching him and clothes. She had clothes, just, at another secret location. She also wasn’t intending to stay in this long legged very ungraceful form for very long. Crossing her arms around this form ample bosom she waited for him to gather whatever sense existed in his clearly rather addled brain.

Then, when that didn’t appear to be very forthcoming, she decided to just plow ahead with answering his questions so that they could get down to the very real problem that existed. The problem of a balanced, nutritious diet.

“Yes, I have watched you and your various forms of self abuse all this time.” she said with a wave of a hand too show that she didn’t think much of his naked body or his self abuse “No, I do not need any clothes nor am I concerned with you openly staring at this particularly unpleasant two legged form I had to take.” he could stare at it all he liked, one day she would shed it and stay permanently in her gloriously furred and with four legs.

“Now, Dog-Wizard, if you would kindly focus.” she said, stepping c loser to him “Like I have said before you became addled that as much as fish is wonderful, I do prefer a more varied diet. So perhaps you could throw in a rib eye steak at some point? A piece of chocolate cake wouldn’t go amiss, though,” she said putting her hand on her stomach “That does play havoc with my bowel movements, so, no...no chocolate cake.” another wave of one hand, whilst the other pushed back some of her long dark hair “Now I ask you Dog-Wizard, does this sound like something you would be able to accommodate?”

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Bourke ☆ Seventh Year ✩ Kaitore
17 year old Halfblood Werewolf ☆ HE/HIM

What stood before him, rather, whom had been standing before him left a speechless effect on him for the moment. The 'issue' had been that there wasn't any true issue other than the fact the woman had an extremely attractive body and the amount of shame that you could find in a strip club. When her arms crossed over her bosom, his gaze dropped to stare at them with the expression of disbelief that this had been going on right before his very eyes. Last he checked he hadn't been dreaming and if this had been some sort of dream then it was one that had turned a weird way already. His eyes traced the outline of her form; equally as perverse in attention along with admiration for the human form that stood in a regal yet delicate air. 

"Self abuse?" Did she mean the seldom women that he'd bring home? That could be considered a sense of abuse to the self in the manner of not holding to any form of tangible connection. "Unpleasant?! Are we talking about the same body? I don't think we really are." What had been with this Cat-Lady? Did she truly disapprove of the human image; Was she truly a cat that could revert to a human or had this been some form of curse? "You're the prickly type though, aren't you? You're definitely much more affectionate as a cat." Or maybe that had been when he'd been feeding her? 

"Travis, you can call me Travis. Or Trav. 'Dog-Wizard' kind of is something that I don't want people to actually hear? They tend to want to tar and shag people like me in the bad way." As she stepped closer his attention snapped back to the well ample bosom. Damn him and the situation of not only being a young man but one whose hormones and focus could be so easily disturbed. "Obviously chocolate cake wouldn't do you any good, heck, that messes up most peoples bowels." He gave a playful chuckle as he tried to avert his mind from the nude beauty before him; Eyes lifted to stare at her high-cheeked face. "Maybe, I mean, it isn't like I'm flowing with cash here. I grab what I can with sales and such but I think I maybe able to switch it up." A hand rose up with a single finger extended towards the sky. "On the condition that you appear human every so often." For Science. 

Travis' arms crossed against his chest; Becoming more aware that he'd been bare of any form of clothing along it. "The art of being able to speak and converse with someone is the kind of gift you shouldn't give up and all. At the very least it'd make me feel comfortable for reasons." None of it having being the fact she was a beautiful woman whom didn't mind being naked in his presence. It had more to do with the fact that if she'd always been a cat then the inner creature would feel more antsy; As a Human it helped him to balance out between the two urges. "That and depending on some other things I may ask a very. . . Personal favor of you."

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Narragyambie ☆ Familiar (homeless)Poppy
63 year old Pureblood Human ☆ She/Her

Cat suspected this conversation was not going to be as brief as she had initially hoped. Dog-Wizard seemed to be having some kind of reaction too her human form. This, she had learnt over her lifetime was not that unusual with human males. They saw a naked human female and became unable to do anything constructive. Half dog Wizards sadly seemed to follow the same pattern. This lowered him slightly in her estimation; after all, she’d been hoping someone who also knew the joy and freedom of four legs would be less hung up on the ugliness of the two legged forms.

“Yes, I believe we are. I do not posses another one of things forms. So we must be discussing the same one.” this was defiantly away from the concern at hand, but, if there was one thing she knew was that with human males one had to follow their train of thought and allow them to believe they were the ones making the conclusions and decisions, or that they were at least interesting “Naturally I am more affectionate as a cat, it is much easier to get the things one requires in that form.” plus because he’d not been paying attention she’d had to take this form to communicate with him.

“Dog-Wizard is a more acceptable name nor do I wish to be bothered with what other wizards what to do too you.” she’d already seen enough to know that a lack of interest in those activities was the way to stay somewhat sane.

Then he said the one thing she knew he would say and that was he would demand something in return for his getting her a more varied diet. Though, the thing he wanted was her to be human more “I suppose I can do that, though, I can communicate my needs better as a cat. People listen to cats better than other people.” then he wanted something else, how many things would this Dog-Wizard ask for before she could get a good steak “And, pray tell, what would this small personal favor be?”

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Bourke ☆ Seventh Year ✩ Kaitore
17 year old Halfblood Werewolf ☆ HE/HIM

Travis wasn't sure if the woman understood what had been going on, things happening in the magic world were common place. But even amongst the tales and stories that he's not only heard but encountered in his life rarely started with, 'And a naked woman appeared. . .!' until now. He also couldn't see this maintained idea that the human form had been 'ugly', especially a woman's form. It wasn't just alien to him in light of his personal philosophy that all ladies are goddesses in their own right! It almost seemed as if she held a deep hatred for it or maybe just for it fitting to her, did she only see herself as a 'Beautiful Black yet bossy' cat? His head tilted to the side with his eyes pinned on the woman trying to genuinely decipher what had been her motivations. But she'd been so foreign to him as an individual that he couldn't perceive with clarity. 

"That's. . . Not entirely true, you know. You can just pop up and talk? You know, words and all. 'Hey, by the way! I'm the Cat, nice to meet you! I need some stuff!" His eyes lifted away from her, finally, where he proceeded to grasp one of his shirts and pulled it over his body. Feeling a bit more exposed than he normally would in this kind of situation and it had been because her nakedness reminded him on how much of a big deal all of it had been. Not to mention that even though she knew of his predicament with Lycanthropy it didn't mean he wanted to show her his scars if it hadn't been dark or in the heat of a very good moment. "You know, kind of like how you just did? See? It worked pretty well. And hey, not too bad of a conversation either!" A tone of partial sarcasm as he held the idea it hadn't been the first choice or option for the older woman. 

"You may not care? But I definitely care. I would rather not be counted amongst the dead or de-limbed because of a bunch of people that hate me just for being me." A hand weaved through the strands of hair on his head out of mild frustration, it'd been tough enough to try and keep himself on the right track mentally with his survival. 

He snorted at her and shook his head. "This is less about you talking about your needs and rather about you just talking. You know? Conversation?" His hands rested on his waist as he gave a softened sigh. "If I cared to only attend to your needs then I wouldn't have made the request. At least this way I get to know the little noisy kitty in my life who likes to bust in and knows more about me than I like." And that some of the people he's seen everyday don't even truly know. "That's just the cost of learning my secret, the cost of getting you a better diet? Well, I was going to have you stay caged with me on certain nights but..." He wasn't aware in himself that the beast would see her as -just- a cat and not as a Human. It simply was too risky for that. "Mmmm.. That you stay here more often I guess. Something that benefits you more, an actual home."

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Narragyambie ☆ Familiar (homeless)Poppy
63 year old Pureblood Human ☆ She/Her

“If it worked well you’d be asking fewer questions and doing more of the things I require from you.” Cat pointed out, was Dog-Wizard truly going to need everything explained to him in great detail. This was why life as a cat was better, you didn’t need to have this ridiculous back and forth conversations with other beings whose sole purpose should simply be to see too ones every need. Though she if she thought about it perhaps there was some benefit to being able to accurately say what she wanted instead of waiting for people to make the correct guess, which was usually what she did.

Then, of course, he derailed onto something to do with him being whatever it was that he actually was. The truth was that Cat really didn’t know what he was, nor did she much care either. After all, too her he could have the same sort of intelligence as a mountain troll and she wouldn’t worry about it as long as he fed her and on moments permitting, scratched her in that spot behind her left ear.

“Why would anyone do such a thing to you?” she asked with a tilt of her head “Do you not do things they ask as well?” because if so, she could see why they would the things he’d just described.

Then he went on to explain his favor, making her sigh heavily and barely noticing that he’d decided to cover his bare skin. Once she had listened to his explanation, she took a moment to consider exactly what he had said and when she had run it through her brain and decided that for her own benefit there was no way around it, she sighed and relented.

“Okay. Dog-Wizard. I shall do as you have asked. Though I don’t know what you would possibly think we could converse about.” then, with that thought in mind she turned around in the room to find somewhere too sit. Her only option seemed to be the bed, a place she had seen him do various things with women and himself. Walking over, she sat down, crossing one leg over the other before indicating towards him with her hand “You may start.”

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Bourke ☆ Seventh Year ✩ Kaitore
17 year old Halfblood Werewolf ☆ HE/HIM

"Hmm.... I see your point and I raise you my point, Random cat I've been feeding suddenly turns into a person right in my home." A hand rose up and the index finger extended to the air in his usual sass of a manner. "That alone has a whirlwind of questions, you know." There was also the landmine that no shred of clothing donned the woman's curvy form. If his mother hadn't been on some longstanding campaign that kept her out of the home; It'd be a very bad situation to try and navigate through. It wasn't as if he had much of a 'good' reputation in other places but that didn't mean he had to live in that kind of bubble in his own home. "And you -still- get what you 'require'. Your assorted kitty nibbles and bites.

An eyebrow raised up at the woman quizzically. What? How much of the world did Cat-Woman here not know about the world at large? "Well, you know, there are these people out in the world that aren't really -good- people? The kind that would crucify a Werewolf just from the knowledge?" The woman seemed to be very about herself, typical of a cat, wasn't it? A hand ran along his arm and pushed up the sleeve of his shirt which revealed the various self-inflicted deep scars on just that single limb. "What, did you just think these scars were from some crazed teenage shenanigans?

She had to know, right? She did keep slapping 'Dog-Wizard' as some kind of descriptive title and name onto him. And then she plopped herself on his bed! Naked! This had been unprecedented! Never had a woman been in that position and NOT have had her legs up in the head with him in the mix somehow. There had been some form of shock in his mind which he had personally labeled as a minor sense of 'culture shock' as this had been two very different believes, ideologies, and views on massive proportions. 'We could go with the question of  'Why are you such a bitch. . .' But that tends to usually be pretty women. Pretty DAMAGED women.' His personal thoughts giving himself a brief chuckle. 

"We could go with why are you walking around as a cat? Or, I mean, even your name on top of that. Unless you want me to just call you, 'Cat'." Travis had decided to keep standing and made his way towards a nearby wall to lean his back against it, arms crossed over one another and bound against his chest. "Would ask why you're so self-absorbed but I just chucked it to the fact you're some kind of sneaky Cat witch or something."

 

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Narragyambie ☆ Familiar (homeless)Poppy
63 year old Pureblood Human ☆ She/Her

“I see your point as well,” though she didn’t bother to raise another point too counter that. After all, just her mere presence should be a benefit to him. Had he not realised how her mere presence improved his magic? Did he not feel an extra bump, well, besides the one in his trousers? If everything he was saying could be taken at face value then the answer to these queries was no. This gave her pause. This was perhaps not the best place to consider a home, if the dog-wizard before her would not benefit from her presence in some way. His argument concluded with him pretty much stating he would feed her and that really was all that mattered.

Then he dropped his own secret, which also explained why she could smell canine on him. Her interest was piqued though and she shuffled along the bed closer to him, leaning forwards to examine the scars he’d pointed out. This was the first time in this entire encounter that she actually looked at the young man, took in the features of not only his body but his face.

“Honestly, I didn’t much think about them. You having a mutilated form were not a concern of mine.” she shrugged, leaning back on the bed slightly. It was much more comfy when she was in her other form. She was silent for a few moments, an idea going around in her head as she dredged up thoughts and memories about werewolves “I shall try to not call you dog-wizard, I can see how that would compromise your safety and my food supply.”

Then another idea appeared in her mind, one she was deeply suspicious off as it had nothing to do with her or her well being. But, he had shared something with her, something that was dangerous for him too share.

“If I am remembering correctly, werewolves cannot be around humans when they are on four legs but are not danger too other animals, I will stay with you on full moons.” she could have said this in a gentler way perhaps, but, Cat was not very good at this interacting with voices anymore.

Then the conversation moved on to the questions he had, something that caused her to huff slightly before answering.

“Because I am a familiar.” she said, though digging around in her memories for a moment “I was cursed, now I am a creature whose mere presence boosts the power of whomever is nearby.” there was more too it then that, but the memories were foggy, guarded. So she moved on “I don’t have a name, it changes with each owner. I have no owner so I have no name.”

Then waved off his intended insult, she knew she was selfish when in this form and had no desires to change that. It was survival. This dog-wizard would eventually get bored and kicked her out as well.

“Is there anything else?”

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Bourke ☆ Seventh Year ✩ Kaitore
17 year old Halfblood Werewolf ☆ HE/HIM

With everything that had been going on with the intensive preparation for the Seventh year and Sixth years exams he hadn't the time to actually examine the differences in the well of power between when the well endowed familiar had been around or not. Maybe there had been a larger reason a magical animal had been camping about his home for sometime? But that hadn't mattered or occurred to him, opting to consider her 'His Cat' even with all the headaches she seemed prepared to bring along now and in the future. 

She hadn't thought on it? Maybe he shouldn't have been surprised as it seemed, maybe it hadn't been something that she found as a 'legitimate' issue or concern. "Yea, thanks. Wouldn't want to have that supply dry up now." A faint smirk touched his lips. It hadn't escaped him that she referenced his own safety important to safeguard. "But, yes, it's good to limit the chances of some sort of misguided inquisition to kick off for the 'Murdering Hound'." His head tilted slight with a tired expression on his face. "Bad enough the Government has to know and track me based on it. It feels like an official target is on my back most days." It felt much less safer to him. 

"That's the long and short of it." What was he going to be, sensitive about the truth of it all? It had been the point he made occasionally with himself anytime the thought of one of his friends crossed his mind. "The taste for the flesh of man is very overpowering." He could remember the feeling of it all, how happy and hungry part of him felt when the urge hit during the full moon. It had been enough to churn a sane man's stomach at the start of it all. But it also seemed she'd sniffed out his 'second condition' that he hadn't exactly considered offering just yet. "Really? That was going to be the second thing I had been planning on asking. I don't think the facilities will deny me that. And to be honest, I rather enjoy the fact that I won't be clawing away my actual flesh.

Just because he could heal quickly didn't mean he enjoyed a reason to do it. "A familiar. . .?" He's heard small tales of them but he hadn't actually expected them to be real. Stories of them had been full but sightings had been few and proof had been nihil. This brought him more awareness of the personal well of magic within himself. It had seemed quite engorged of late, hadn't it? "Oomph, You don't need to say more on that. I won't pry, I know how sensitive that kind of stuff can be." There still had been no one that knew the full tail of -how- he gained his Lycanthropy, that had been a personal wound he had been exceedingly neglected to open up about to even Meadow. 

A soft sigh exhausted from him and he shook his head. "Not really, but it's not good to lie, you know. I'm owner! If i'm footing the bill of taking care of you I may as well do it in totality, you know. We can go shopping for some kind of good bed-pillow for you to mark up or something."
 

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Narragyambie ☆ Familiar (homeless)Poppy
63 year old Pureblood Human ☆ She/Her

Something that felt like concern welled up in Cat as she continued to converse with the young werewolf in front of her. The concern she could place down to the fact that she knew she was prone too getting attached too people who fed and cuddled her, then for those people to turn around and later on when she was relaxed and happy kick her out. She would be foolish too not assume that something different would happen in this situation. After all, he would continue to age, find a mate and start having offspring. Then, after that, he would get old and at some time between marriage, offspring and old age he would put her in a box and leave her somewhere.

The bigger problem was that there was a high chance she was already attached, after all, she rather liked him. That like was somewhat dampened by this conversation they were having. Cat much preferred her owners to do everything she needed and wanted without asking anything in return from her. Well, apart from the joy, comfort and power boosting that her mere presence afforded. Yet, she was nothing if not adaptable and could learn to cope with this needy werewolf's needs.

This was when she realized he was still talking to her and responding too things she had previously said.

“I wasn’t offering, I was telling you that is what I will be doing. It is good that you are agreeable.” though there was a lot he could do to stop her in either form joining him in his isolation during the full moon. He then stated he wouldn’t ask her anymore about being a familiar, which suited her just fine. It was sometimes tiresome to explain her situation time and time again, especially because she was starting too loose aspects of it herself.

“I have not lied to you.” she replied quickly, fairly certain she probably had lied by his own definition but not by hers. Then, he said something she wasn’t expecting. He claimed ownership of her, something that made her eyes widen as she looked at him, her lips curved into an awkward smile and she had the urge to bump her head against him in appreciation, but re-framed because humans did not like that.

Instead she moved on to a most pressing issue.

“What is my name, then?”

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Bourke ☆ Seventh Year ✩ Kaitore
17 year old Halfblood Werewolf ☆ HE/HIM

The attitude that she seemed to project hadn't aligned with the words of her heart or at the very least it had been on the more positive side. For all of the air of superiority that swarms around her there seemed to be a much kinder and caring heart on the inside. Perhaps the attitude had been a mix of her upraising along with the attempt to try and keep others at a distance when it came to her human form, the form that she seemed to detest so heavily. He'd noticed in himself that as time went on speaking with her that his eyes had started to drift to her lower half even less until it had become more of an understanding that it simply had been how she'd been. There was no real need for clothing if she'd just mostly stay as her feline self. 

It hadn't been hard for him to attach to a being with animals it had been much easier and knowing her as that first is where his instincts had leaned further more against. The nature of her adamant sounding words gave the clear understanding that it hadn't been something he needed to agree to and hadn't been something he could decline. It -was- going to happen whether or not he cared for it, not that he'd planned to argue against an idea he'd been in favor for. "Oh, well. . . See, I've been forgetting that you're the bossy type for a second." He spoke fondly and playfully. "I wonder what it will be like to wake up and not be already bleeding from a healing scar. But. . . I'm glad I won't end up hurting you either." That had been the lightest weight on his heart. 

Seeing the shape of her smile caused his own to form, it looked odd on her given that most of the conversation he hadn't seen such an expression break through on her features. Yet, here it had been, the look of surprise and from what he could tell? Unintended happiness or contentment, probably much more contentment. "Hmm. . . Your name. . . It has to be something truly fitting too, that explain your regal nature." He sure as hell wasn't going to go with Fluffy, Sprinkles, or any of the very gaudy variety of names that people tended to name their felines. They sounded humiliating to speak let alone to dub a creature with it as a name.

"How about Odessa? The kind of name that could ring as a person who guides the young to a bright revolution in themselves.

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Narragyambie ☆ Familiar (homeless)Poppy
63 year old Pureblood Human ☆ She/Her

“Is it bossy when all I am doing is simply telling you want is the best option?” the answer to that was yes to anyone who hadn’t spent the better years of their lives as a creature who simply worried about their own needs. Cat always found it better for her to simply state what would be happening and assume that others would just go along with her much smarter than their ideas. She was, after all, much smarter than the average witch or wizard. Granted there were moments when she had considered Travis a fraction better than everyone else she’d ever met, but, that didn’t mean she was going to let him know this.

“Well, that is the idea of me staying with you during the time.” then she decided to add a little warning to her idea “You won’t hurt me, however, should something occur I can assure you I will scratch your eyes clean out of their sockets.” a smile did follow this sentence and she even stepped towards him reaching out one long arm and tapping the side of his face “That goes for which ever form you take.”

Then they got down to the really important information, this was her name. The name he would gift her with. The name she would respond too and give her a sense of identity, something she had not really had for many years now. She waited with almost bated breath for him too finally comes up with a name, secretly hoping it wasn’t something infantile like ‘Fluffy’.

“Odessa.” she replied too Travis’ option for a name, even given it a little meaning. It was a regal name, a name only a great cat would have. A name she was truly worthy of! “Odessa.” she said again, softly and more too herself, trying to get used to the feeling of the word on her tongue before turning back to Travis “Odessa is an acceptable name. If you require nothing else, I will return to my better form and allow you to pet me.” this, she felt, was a very good way to say thank you for the positives changes he had brought into her life.

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Bourke ☆ Seventh Year ✩ Kaitore
17 year old Halfblood Werewolf ☆ HE/HIM

"Yes. . .? I mean, that's pretty much the definition of bossy." Travis eyebrow arched upwards and his head tilted to the side as if the cat-woman had asked a trick or rhetorical question that shouldn't have been answered. "It doesn't mean that it's a bad idea or not the best option." He let out a brief laugh-grunt and allowed for a smile to touch his lips out of amusement. "But the whole step of, 'You're obviously doing it because I said so.' is where the bossy comes in." Not that he hadn't been used to the personality of those that seemed bossy or extremely close to it, it more or less had been the way Meadow often spoke towards him when she wanted things to go her way. 

"Oh, lovely, kitty scratches. As if I don't have enough scars that litter across my body." His hand rose up to gently take hers after it had patted his cheek a few times, giving a brief feathery kiss to the back of it. A sense of affection, rather than licking it like his more animalistic reflexes would've demanded of him. "I'll try everything in my power to not hurt you, physically or otherwise." If his intention had ever been to hurt her he wouldn't have went to the extent he did to try and offer a sense of comfort to the woman, er, feline? The woman who really wanted to be a permanent feline, that seemed a much more accurate if not prolonged approximation. 

He figured it'd be something she would like, considering it held connotation and historical presence as a name given to those in high stations. Both as highly prized concubines, beloved Queens, and charismatic figures that had made many waves. "Oh, Allow me to pet you? I forget how it is with you cats, never enjoying the attention unless it's what you want." He mused in a brief tease. It'd been different for canines, even himself as a wolf, socializing had been an important factor to the nature. "Okay, I'll take that. I'll even allow you to sleep on my bed with me. Don't worry, the sheets are crisp and clean and unsoiled." It wasn't like he could start bringing anyone home now, there'd be no telling when she'd decided to suddenly pop up in her human form to yell at him or whom ever ended up coming home for a rough ride. 

"When one of my school breaks happens we'll head out and get you some proper bedding. You won't even need to be in human form, just hop on the one you want and claim in your own special way.

 

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