I WANT SOMETHING THAT I WANT ** [blake]

[KATHERYNE FLOWER AUDLEY]

Katheryne had just recently read that tea held more caffeine then coffee. As such a substance held a ritual spot in her evening; she decided to monitor the effects the two different drinks had on her. Fluttering about the creaky old kitchen, she grabbed her apron and quickly tied it on. Stepping on the floor boards they creaked under her bare feet as the cackle of a vintage record played in the back room, her library. Setting the kettle on the lit stove top, she turned to her kitten friends, all ten or so of them who meowed curiously at her pink haired self, brushing against her feet as she walked into the foyer. ”Grammaa.” she called into the study, twirling around the room and watching her slip flutter in the air. ”Care for tea?” she paused to hear her grandmothers denial, and turned back to the kitchen.

”Pomegranate or Black Cherry, Amancio?” the curious young girl asked of the black cat who jumped up with a definitive meow onto her countertop. As the cat focused it’s olive eyes on the girl, she nodded as if understanding something only she heard. ”Cherry it is, then. No need to be so rude about it. I like pomegranate quite much.” she rolled her eyes, hopping up to look out the window at the forest surrounding her old manor.

It was only a few minutes until the kettle whistled, and she giggled a little and hurried over to the stovetop. A small bristle of air rushed past her as she went to grab the handle and she nodded as if understanding something and reached to grab an oven mitt. Pulling the pot of the stove she set it aside and skipped out into the foyer again, this time turning to the china cabinet. ”So many cups, so little tea.” she teased, glancing at her meowing cats as some of them settled into the chairs nearby for a nap.

Kat never had many visitors, as being in the middle of the forest no one came to see her- and her grandmother’s fellow headmasters didn’t like the spirits in her home. And so Kat didn’t think much as she first heard a snuff of a nose outside, figuring it just another raccoon or something- but as she heard a clacking and the house and her spiritual friends became curious, she stood upright. ”All right, I’ll check it.” she announced to her friends and tiptoed to the door, peering outside and slipping through the cracked door and closing the door and her pets inside.

Humming a lullaby tune to herself, she walked along the stone porch to herself and glanced around before noticing a cream hide. Pausing for a minute, she shook her pink hair a little to make sure the image was real- nearly losing her daisy, homemade flower crown. Letting out a curious ooh, she approached it and noticed it had eyes, legs, a tail- ”Lobo?” she asked, her voice perking. ” ele é um lobo!” she said happily, heading towards it and leaning on her knees, leaning forward and holding hands against his muzzle- not for a moment thinking he could be dangerous or anything of the sort. Kat never was able to imagine angry animals- as she had always been able to communicate with them and calm any excited spirits down. Setting her forehead against the curve of his muzzle, she looked into his eyes for a moment before retracting, ”Curious.” crinkling her nose. ”You don’t seem to want to say anything to me.” huffing a little, she stood up and smoothed out her long skirt and pulling on her corset a little. It was a vintage, old styled one she had found in the house- and so it fell below her bust and the sheerness of the slip showed her lacy cream bra just barely through it. Turning on her bare heels, she glanced behind her shoulder. ”Lobo, would you care for tea?” she said, giggling slightly. ”Cherry, come along.” she skipped ahead of him up the step, opening the door wide and leaving it for him to walk in, a few cats meowed at her entrance. Turning around, she glanced at the wolf- seemingly upset by his non-immediate movement to join her. ”Pretty please, lobo? It’s awfully lonely without grandma at tea time.”

[BLAKE "LOBO" ALLEN GILROY]

He had escaped form his family. He was free. He sneaked around the house, peeking into every window just in case someone was looking out it. He needed air. He wanted to be with is step-pack. Blake had found this pack when he was a eight years old. He had tuned wolf only a couple of times before and his family seemed to have no problems with his new form. He had only stayed in his protected backyard, surrounded by tall wooden fences. This way no one could see his form.

Well, when he was eight years old he found a hole in the fence. In his wolf shape, he was very curious as to what was out there, and snuck out. He ran hard and fast, galloping farther and farther into the forest. It felt great. It felt like he could keep running forever, if another wolf did not attack him from his side. This was very unusual for wolf nature, but he began to fight back. His teeth barred and they began to fight. Blake won. Blake had also won a wound on the back of his ear. He ignored it and moved on. Eventually he moved on and went home. He climbed back through the hole and saw his parents standing at the door. He transformed and found his body covered in dried blood. His parents saw it too and his mother rushed over to him and went frantic. It became a proud scar that he owned. It was at that his time his parents began to not like him going out. It was also the very next day that he snuck out. He ran into the pack again.

Anyway, he had either perfected sneaking out or his parents gave up on keeping him there. He had not come home with anymore wounds. He was exploring today. He bounded through the woods and stopped when his eyes landed on a house. Was this the house he had been warned about? Warned about how there was a crazy person living here. His thoughts were interrupted when he heard howls. He howled back and approached the what looked like, an abandoned home. A head popped out when his claws clicked on the porch. "Lobo?" He stared at her like he was staring into the headlights. A person? Why was a person living here? She grabbed his muzzle and said what seemed to be random crap to Blake. It seemed like she would not take no for an answer when it came to tea, so he followed her into the creaky house.

CREDITS: warren who owns sharks