- mi querido amigo;; - {blake;;}

[Ammery]

Darkness had just fallen on them, but it was coming quicker, along with it getting colder. The leaves had changed colors from vibrant greens to stunning oranges, reds, yellows, and browns. Winter would be here soon enough from what she could feel. The end of shifter breeding season was within the next few weeks. Of course every other shifter female was running around trying to find someone but Ammery was quite pleased to be where she was. While of course she still had the company of the male shifter but they were hardly anymore then friends. It was nice to have a companion who didn't want to jump you all the time. Well she wasn't positive about that but at least it seemed that way. Not to mention the fact he was taller then she was, and stronger in both human and animal form, so from what she could tell it didn't seem to bother him.

But finding a partner at this point was not on her agenda. Or not on the main one. Getting ready for winter and making sure the house was in good enough shape to withstand the harsh weather. Brutal winds and freezing temperatures could do a number to the place. Storms had almost knocked it down a few times making her more careful about keeping it in one piece. Any repairs were made often immediately after they happened. One thing she had gotten for the other shifter was a bed. After a few times of falling out it seemed to be for the best. Hammocks were just not his thing. For Ammery they worked just fine reminding her of a nest really. But of course cats didn't nest so that was a problem.

For a bird and cat living together they did just fine. Maybe a spat here and there about things left here or where something should be moved to but they had been friends for a while now. Since last fall at least. A year of living with each other could have done that. But it was still nice at the same time. The arguments, if they could even be called that, were normally over within minutes and were hardly serious. The toilet seat being one of those arguments. Something that had been common with her brother. Though she hardly liked Dea'con's company as much as she enjoyed Blake's.

Even when she wasn't in heat, which she was now, did she enjoy his company. Over there time they had become more friendly with each other, both mainly solitary but brought together because of that, it was nice to have a friend. Or roomate. What ever he was at this point. But for now she was straightening up the house some, having just a long t-shirt on after getting up, then she would work on breakfast. Recently she had added a chicken coop in the tree across from them. It was easy to jump over from the branches of the massive trees and the birds seemed to be doing well. Three hens and a rooster. Though the rooster was kept separate for the most part. So they had plenty of fresh eggs and of course young chickens in the future for meat. Ammery had been careful with construction, making sure she herself as a predator (and Blake) couldn't get in while in animal form. No need to have others stealing their chickens now.

But there were eggs in the fridge from the birds so she wouldn't have to go out other then to feed them. Ammery was straightening cushions and looking for the remote. Some how it always seemed to be lost. She began looking under the couch assuming Blake was still asleep.

talk talk talk talk talk talk talk talk talk talk talk talk talk talk talk
think think think think think think think think think think think think think
other people talking other people talking other people talking

- tag : Blakey! ^_^
- notes : 'Kay yeah powerplayed a little bit but it was just to get the ball rolling. I tried to keep it minimized if you think it was to much I can change it >.<
- words : how many?
- music : what is that noise?
- outfit : t-shirt
- credit : template brought to you by THE ACTRESS !. lyrics from IN THE MOURNING by PARAMORE !

[Blake]

Blake had always loved the colours of autumn, just before the rain hit and turned the leaves to a soggy mess of browns that threatened to cause the not so sure footed creatures to slip. Before the rain came the leaves were at their brightest, at their brightest as they died. It seemed like a slight romantic idea and almost put the shifter into a state of mind that he didn’t want to put words to. But didn’t really mind it when the rain did begin to cascade to the earth, but it generally seemed, at least to him anyway, that it destroyed the beauty of autumn. Of course, he would never voice these thoughts out loud, he was a guy after all and talk like that wasn’t manly.

That particular Autumn day, where the skies were obliterated by a thin mist that stopped anyone from guessing what the weather of the day would be, Blake had woken early and after several failed attempts to return to the dream world, gone for a stroll in his human form, wearing clothes that he had ‘found’ in an abandoned building he believed to once have been a shop. Climbing down from his home in the tree’s that he had been invited to share with an Owl shifter that he had made friends with, was a cinch, but he remembered how he used to struggle climbing down from the branches of the, when it had seemed to try and grab hold of his fur and keep him from leaving. But now, after much practice he was free to move about, though he much preferred the ground. At least he no longer had to sleep in a hammock, he doubted he could ever have got used to that and he’d also like to point out that cats didn’t always land on their feet.

Now the shifter more suited to snowy climates, headed to a place he had started to refer to as ‘home’. That was pleasant, he hadn’t had anywhere to call home since he was a young cat, not much older than a cub, and even then it never really felt like he belonged there, his parents long absences made sure of that. Not that he would ever say that he belonged living up a tree, but it felt that he was where he should be… no, he wasn’t even sure that that was right… he couldn’t explain it. Maybe it was just because it was better than his previous circumstances when he wandered the land as a loner. Now that he thought about it, he believed that he exiled himself from the company of others, punishing himself, feeling that he was not worthy of the company of others. But he couldn’t ever say why, didn’t really want to admit it to himself, but he knew that part of it was fuelled by fear of no one accepting him. Ammery had helped prove him wrong, though every now and then a niggling of doubt would cloud his mind, though he never let her see that. But for now, life was good and he didn’t want to bring up some of the subjects in the past that might change that.

Entering to the strange, nest like home he saw that Ammery was up and straightening cushions and seeming to be looking for something. The sight made a smile spread across his lips and he took a deep breath. Immediately he wished he hadn’t, she was still on heat and it always took a considerable amount of will power to not act on animalistic desire. He believed that it would be crossing boundaries that would cause their friendship to collapse, and then where would he be?

Instead of acting on impulse he made his presence known with a loud ’honey, I’m home,’ a quote from a film he had watched after spending some time in another shop.

[Ammery]

Ammery was mumbling faintly to herself about the remote. What was it with men and remotes? Did they try and lose them? Did they hide them? She didn’t quite understand this but it seemed to be true. Her father and brother had done the same. Not that she had lived with any other men but them and Blake but it was a trend. Something that was maybe in the whole gender. Though with Blake she was tempted to say he hide it for his own amusement at her looking for it. She wouldn’t say it openly but she really did think so. It happened far to often to be a coincidence. Or maybe not. But either way she was still looking for the darned object and wasn’t going to stop until she found it. Then she would make the breakfast. But not until he returned and found it for her if she had to make him. That damn cat shifter!

Ammery glanced up when she heard him come through the door but continued her searched for the darned object. She sighed heavily finally sitting back so she leaning on her knees. ”Where is the damn remote? I’ve been looking all morning for it and I am not going to feed you till find it” she threatened shaking her hair. Ammery brushed her hair from her eyes looking up at him. Whether or not he had just walked in the door she still wanted everything to be in order. When he spoke she cracked a small smile giving in from being mad at him for the remote disappearing. She stood and walked over. ”Oh darling! You’ve returned! she said kissing his cheek and giggling. Well she could play along couldn’t she? It wasn’t harmful. Or she didn’t see any harm in kidding around.

Ammery walked into the kitchen grabbing a glass from the cabinet leaving him to find the blasted remote. She opened the fridge glancing inside for a few moments before deciding on orange juice then opening the freezer and grabbing a few ice cubes. She tossed them into the glass and poured the orange juice then hopping onto the counter. She sat there waiting for him. Only if he found it would she make him breakfast. Or something better then just going out and catching raw meat. But of course he could escape for food. It was more of a tease with a hint of seriousness. She did want the remote to watch tv. Made it far easier then getting up constantly. We should go somewhere tonight. We haven’t gone anywhere in a while. Or anywhere fun.” she said before taking a sip of her orange juice.

Why not? It was the end of shifter breeding season, or the last ditch effort for every other female in sight to try and get herself knocked up. That wasn’t Ammery’s idea but it was still fun to torment the male shifters. They normally lost there minds when she paid them no mind. But of course being surrounded by enough female hormones to swim in would probably be the main cause. There was no point for her to do that now. If she was so desperate it wasn’t like there wasn’t plenty of males willing. Of course she normally went back to their place if she ever went. And that was when she wasn’t in heat. She didn’t need a child right now. Blake was enough to take care of for Christ sake.

talk talk talk talk talk talk talk talk talk talk talk talk talk talk talk
think think think think think think think think think think think think think
other people talking other people talking other people talking

- tag : who is this for?
- notes : say what?
- words : how many?
- music : what is that noise?
- outfit : what are you wearing?
- credit : template brought to you by THE ACTRESS !. lyrics from IN THE MOURNING by PARAMORE !

[Blake]

Blake watched the female searching for something with amusement, waiting for her to ask where whatever it was and knowing that it likely to be his fault. The remote, well that was a surprise. It seemed to be the object that went missing the most around the house. He had to admit, more often than not it was because he hadn’t put it down in its rightful place, but he knew where it was, for once. On several occasions he had put it somewhere ‘safe’ or somewhere ‘obvious’ but had then not remembered where he had put it. Well he knew where it was this time.

The friendly kiss she planted on his cheek caused him to chuckle but he couldn’t help the blush that accompanied it and immediately felt embarrassed for the pink of his cheeks. He was glad to see that she wasn’t angry at him anymore, and hoped she wouldn’t be when he got the remote from a fairly obvious place, on top of a shelf to the left of the TV. Grabbing it he turned around and smiled brightly, but a little wearily, he couldn’t say he was the best at dealing with conflict. But she’d disappeared, it would seem that he needed to pay more attention to what went on around him, it was almost like he was getting placid.

Hearing her voice from the kitchen he took three strides to get there and waved the remote at her as he stepped inside.

’Sure’, he replied, feeling that he hadn’t been out anywhere for ages and that it would make a nice chance, any preferences on where?. Blake had to admit that he didn’t have the biggest knowledge on the nearby hot spots for evening activities. He’d only ever been out once and that had been to a rundown place that had seemed mainly empty. Still, it hadn’t been that bad a night, not after some rather bizarre looking guy had started to talk in old English and had an on foot jousting match with umbrellas.

Unable to stop the soft smile of remembrance from appearing, he leant against the counter near Ammery, placing the remote down next to her and like the girl he wasn’t, began to wonder what he was going to wear, of course, it depended on just where they went, but he also planned on cranking out the makeup. He hadn’t yet worn much around the other shifter and wondered what she would make off it, generally it earned him a lot of odd looks but it seemed to give him confidence and allow himself to enjoy himself.

[Ammery]

She smiled when she noticed his skin turned pink from her kiss. He was silly in all honesty. Or that was the way she saw him. Although he was far from silly when he would place the remote in places he assumed were safe and obvious as he called them. Even high for that matter. She was only five foot four and couldn’t see over much. But he seemed to place things to high for her to get no matter how many times she had mentioned she was short. But he would be able to find the darned object better then she would. Which was why she had given up when he walked in the door.

No point in looking for something when he could find it easier then she ever could. Ammery sat on the counter trying to think of what she wanted for breakfast. Hmm, they just had pancakes the other day, maybe she could make an omelet. Something spicy though for her, she would have to see if that was what he wanted, then she would make one for him also. But there was no need to make it so hot that he wasn’t expecting it. Jalapeño’s were a normal ingredient in her omelets. She enjoyed spicy foods. Gave it a little kick for sure.

When he waved the remote she was tempted to throw something at him and grabbed a napkin balling it up and tossing it at him. ”Do you hide it on purpose?” she asked with a slight laugh. Ammery hoped off the counter taking the eggs out and grabbing a few other little things that she wanted to add in besides the obvious ingredients. ”What do you want for breakfast? I’m having an omelet. Spicy.” she warned him turning on the stove top and the skillet waiting for it to heat up some.

”Um, no suggestions really just thought it would be good to get out before we get snowed in the shifter lands. Or well not really Mr. Snow man” she told him with a smirk. She could get out although her wing feathers could freeze easily and become ruined. But he had nice warm fur on his side to help him survive, not to mention he was made for the snow, his whole species was.

”We should so go shopping!” she said in a prissy dumb blonde voice laughing. She knew that look on his face. She had seen it once or twice before when he was thinking about what to wear. ”Go into paw print village. They will trade for stuff. Anything really. she said shrugging. She had a few things she worn when she went out. Not that she did much anymore but she still had them for when she did. None of her brothers things there were here would fit him for going on. And she thought they would just look gay on Blake. They did on Dea’con.

”You know there are times were I question how straight you are” she teased kissing his cheek.

talk talk talk talk talk talk talk talk talk talk talk talk talk talk talk
think think think think think think think think think think think think think
other people talking other people talking other people talking

- tag : who is this for?
- notes : say what?
- words : how many?
- music : what is that noise?
- outfit : what are you wearing?
- credit : template brought to you by THE ACTRESS !. lyrics from IN THE MOURNING by PARAMORE !

[Blake]

i283.photobucket.com/albums/kk291/Weezze/Underground/blake-home.jpg

[/IMG][/center]

Once again Blake found himself chuckling as a screwed up napkin bounced of his shoulder and fell to the floor. The sound was an interesting one, much lower than his normal voice and showing that he was indeed, a cat, sounding like a rumble that was not quite a pure. It was something that often embarrassed him and the first time the sound had erupted from his vocal chords in front of Ammery it had, but he soon started to feel comfortable around the other shifter and the sound no longer embarrassed him. He felt accepted, making him comfortable enough to be himself.

Omelette sounded great to him. To be honest, all food sounded great to him. His cooking skills were not something to be desired and most of the things he attempted to cook tasted vile. That was why when he had been living the solitary life of the road, he tended to eat in his animal food, raw fish and other animals. ’How spicy?’ he asked a little suspiciously. He could deal with light spice but when things started to get extremely hot… well, he turned into a whiny creature that only caused people to pretend that they didn’t know him.

Picking up the napkin from the spotless floor he thought about the upcoming season. Winter was the time of the year that he was best suited for, especially in his animals form where his fur would protect him from the cold and allow him to travel easily, blending into the surroundings and seeming almost like a ghost. If only there were more animals out for him to hunt, then the season would be perfect. But, as it stood, there was always enough food to survive, and pray hardly stood a chance against the snow hunter.

The mention of shopping brought a huge grin to his face, ’deffinetly.’ Excitement surged through him as he thought about how depleted his wardrobe had become recently, it was now almost empty. Blake hated to admit it, but he loved clothes shopping, or rather, he loved having new clothes and plenty of choice on what to wear, the actual shopping, could be a little tedious. The idea that girls were the worst when it came to shopping always made Blake, and the people who knew him laugh, he could always give them a run for their money.

Once again, at the kiss on the cheek, Blake blushed and mentally cursed himself. He was such a child. Her words amused him slightly but at the same time made him a little uncomfortable. Not because he had a problem with his sexuality, but more that he didn’t want anyone else to have a problem with it. He couldn’t say that he had much of an interest in love, sex and romance but he knew that was because he had separated himself from the company of others, for the most part. When he had been in the company of others and someone had sparked his interest, they had usually been a female... but, the less gentle sex had also caught his attention before. To hell with it, he thought and opened his mouth, ‘that might be because I’m not entirely.’

[Ammery]

Ammery tried not to judge. One thing she hated in people as a whole. Everyone was always judgmental of what you did, who you were with, and what you wore just to name some of the most common judgments. Something that had been common in her community as a child. She had grown up just outside of the neutral city in a large suburb. Her father was a wild shifter from the shifter lands, her mother was some rich somebody from the neutral lands, how they ended up she never was sure. But they did leaving her to resent to much contact with the neutral lands. Not to mention that was where her brother lived. Somewhere in the city. If the vain peacock got any hint on where she was he would come and harass her and then run to mommy and daddy. How he was the golden child after everything she didn’t understand. He was always going to some clinic for some kind of STD. He was lucky he hadn’t gotten HIV or AIDS or something yet. Ammery was waiting for that day but doubted he would stop with his whores attitude.

Keeping Blake away from the kitchen was a very good thing. She found that out early. Although he had gotten better since she had started teaching him. He tended to over do things. Over cook, over salt, or destroy things. That was why it tended to be simple things she would teach him to make. ”Jalapeños spicy. But I can make yours not so much.” she told him with a smirk. The first time she had laughed at him while he was trying to get his face not so on fire. Although she had helped she still found it amusing and cute. ”Don’t wanna almost burn your tongue off again dear” she said giggling and glancing over at him starting to make his food.

Ammery smiled when he seemed so excited about shopping. There were days when he acted like such a girl. Normally she teased him about it. But at the same time she liked it. Overly straight men were rather annoying. Anything that seemed girly they automatically rejected not wanting to seem like a ‘fag’ or what ever. It was simply pathetic. From where she stood it made her think they were so insecure with their sexuality they had to do that. ”If you want we can travel to neutral lands for the day and you can go have all your straight man shopping fun then we can go out” she said with a playful smile, teasing him, and then placing his food on a plate handing it to him.

”Then stay away from my brother. He has every STD known to human or animal. Not to mention he is a vain, stupid selfish, peacock…” she said rolling her eyes about Dea’con and his antics. She didn’t necessarily have problems with people who were gay but she wasn’t interested in it herself. Even Dea’con’s strange lesbian friends seemed to have more then an interest in her assuming since they were twins she was also bisexual. Well that wasn’t the way, another reason she tended to stay away from him, some of his friends were quite frightening

”We can leave after breakfast if you want. Or what ever. My family has two apartments in the neutral city if you wanna stay there for a night?” she said shrugging. There was no need to mention that her family had money. Well she lived in a tree so what would make him think so. She knew Dea’con wasn’t in them, she had talked to her parents the other day when she had gone into the shifter village.

talk talk talk talk talk talk talk talk talk talk talk talk talk talk talk
think think think think think think think think think think think think think
other people talking other people talking other people talking

- tag : who is this for?
- notes : say what?
- words : how many?
- music : what is that noise?
- outfit : what are you wearing?
- credit : template brought to you by THE ACTRESS !. lyrics from IN THE MOURNING by PARAMORE !

[Blake]

i283.photobucket.com/albums/kk291/Weezze/Underground/blake-home.jpg

[/IMG][/center]

Blake realised that he had never actually told anyone what team he batted for. The case was that he had accepted it and didn’t feel the need to ever bring it up in conversation, but now it had arisen. He wondered how she would react to it; he had heard that there were people who would shun you for it. Well, all he could say to them people where that they were the ones missing out in one way or another.

He stuck out his tongue at her, ‘I can handle Jalapenos,’ he protested, ‘I’m not that bad.’ Though he did have to admit that the first time he had eaten the little green things, it had felt like he had just put a flame down his throat. Over time however, he had learnt that they weren’t too spicy, he had a feeling it had something to do with the even spicier things he had found slipped into his food from time to time. If she wasn’t such a good cook, he would have sworn that she was trying to poison him.

’If you’re all right with that,’ he said in response to the idea of shopping. There would definitely be more choice of clothing in the neutral lands but Ammery might have had different plans for the day and was always sacrificing them for him, though he was sure that he could keep her entertained while shopping. While shopping, it was an unwritten law for him that he had to try at least one hideous thing on. It was always embarrassing when he found that one hideous thing that strangely suited him, though luckily, that barely happened. There was one thing that Blake would definitely get if they went into the neutral lands… hair dye, his roots were starting to show and he really didn’t want people to see that his hair was actually a very light brown, that didn’t seem to suit him as well as black.

The cat shifter couldn’t help but raise his eyebrows at the mention of her brother, or rather, the words used to describe him. Her brother didn’t tend to be talked about much but from the little bits that Blake had heard, he wasn’t the best character out there. ’Don’t worry,’ he flashed her a smile, ’siblings of friends are way of limits, and he doesn’t sound like my sort of guy’. He scrunched up his nose slightly at this, emphasising his point. Of course, he tried not to make judgments on people he hadn’t met through what others said of him, but he was finding this rather difficult, not having heard anything good about him. He just hoped that he wouldn’t meet him and have to find out for himself. From what he had heard of him, Blake didn’t want Dea’con in Ammery’s life. He sounded more trouble than he was worth, and Blake was starting to feel protective over the owl shifter. Perhaps this was a sign that he was growing up, in the past he had always been the sort of person who would put himself first and would bail on his friends (if he could even call them that) at the first sign of trouble, leaving them to face the problems he made. Though, if they had been in danger, he would have tried to get them out of it, without dropping himself in it, not an easy task.

Deciding that if there was a danger of spicy food, a drink was in order, Blake opened the fringe and stared at its contents for a few seconds. His choice of drink was clear, the orange juice that Ammery had been drinking earlier. Pulling it out of the fringe with its pleasant chill he nodded his head at her glass, ’top up?

[Ammery]

She snorted when he claimed he could handle jalapenos. Well now maybe but a few months ago probably not. He used to squeal like a pig. ”Yeah, uh huh. I don’t wanna hear you squealing about it being to hot boyyo. I heard one little peep outta you and I’m putting making you eat a whole one” she warned him before handing him his plate. She had better not hear one little word about it. She laughed when he said he wasn’t that bad and batted him with a kitchen towel. ”Oh no darling, you aren’t THAT bad, just slightly” she teased.

She nodded when he said if she was alright with shopping. Why not? Wasn’t like Blake wasn’t amusing enough at home why not see him amusing out if he was. She smiled at him and then grabbed her plate sitting up on the counter again feeling to lazy to get up and move to the couch or the table. She took a bite liking the amount of spice although she had given him less. No need to make him feel like he was eating anything less spicy then she was. She didn’t have any plans for the day, other then going out, even if he hadn’t wanted too. Ammery yawned and rubbed her eyes adjusting the way she was sitting. Today so far was a lazy day. She leaned her shoulder against Blakes not feeling like sitting up. ”Mmm, so tired. Alright food then we can go and hang out in neutral lands for the day. That sound like a plan” she told him resting her head on his shoulder feeling like going back to bed suddenly.

”Your roots are coming in mister. Very much so.” she told him finally sitting up. She couldn’t picture him with light brown hair really. She had never seen him with it. ”You have to let me see it brown on of these days.” she told him blowing her own black hair out of her face. She was annoyed with some of wispy strands that tended to get in her way. She would probably shower once she was done with all of this and then they could leave when he was ready. Staying in the apartment over night wouldn’t bother her parents. She would just have to tell them once they got there. She had an extra key anyway.

She smiled back up at him when he said that siblings of friends were off limits and that Dea’con wasn’t his sort of guy. ”Good” she told him smiling happily.

She enjoyed Blake’s company deeply but the same couldn’t be said for Dea’con. He was vain and selfish. Only thinking of himself when he wanted something. He tended to make people do things they didn’t want to do without them really knowing they did that. She couldn’t stand how everyone would drop at his feet. Especially her parents. She was just like the child in the background. Which was more then annoying. Whether it was as bad as what went on with Blake she wasn’t sure.

She nodded and smiled when he asked if she wanted a top up and took it gladly since she had drank most of her current glass.

talk talk talk talk talk talk talk talk talk talk talk talk talk talk talk
think think think think think think think think think think think think think
other people talking other people talking other people talking

- tag : who is this for?
- notes : say what?
- words : how many?
- music : what is that noise?
- outfit : what are you wearing?
- credit : template brought to you by THE ACTRESS !. lyrics from IN THE MOURNING by PARAMORE !

[Blake]

i283.photobucket.com/albums/kk291/Weezze/Underground/blake-home.jpg

[/IMG][/center]

Blake pulled a face and rocked his head from side to side in a mocking way. He wouldn’t complain, he wouldn’t need to, he hoped. Besides, he didn’t want to give her the satisfaction of seeing him running around the kitchen like a headless chicken while making the noise of a squealing pig. It wasn’t attractive, amusing maybe, and embarrassing, but not attractive, and did nothing to fuel a decent reputation. Or maybe he would create, just to be annoying, perhaps whine a bit, pull faces, make it look like he wasn’t enjoying the food. That would be a first. So far he hadn’t eaten any of her cooking that he didn’t like. His cooking on the other hand…

The dark haired shifter followed her example and grabbed the other plate before plonking down on the counter with a jump that seemed to take more energy than required and made balancing his food on the plate a little more difficult than normal, but doable. He smiled softly as Ammery rested her head on his shoulder and as he waited for the food to cool to a temperature that wouldn’t burn him (he seemed to be sensitive to the heat) he felt content. Life was good, for the first time in years, life was good.

’Sounds like a good plan’ Blake nodded and couldn’t help but do a shuffle type dance where he sat, seeming much younger than he was and showing that the child in him was not dead. It was unlikely that it ever would be, he had too much of a Peter Pan complex to ever grow up. He wasn’t complaining, embracing the inner child was what made life so much more interesting.

Blake let out an undignified humf and slammed his hands over the offending roots, no way! The light brown colour didn’t exactly not suit him, but it had nothing against the black he preferred and to him it was his fake hair colour that he felt was more natural, despite the amount of chemicals was in the dye. He was just glad that it didn’t affect the colour of his fur when an animal, that had been his biggest fear when he had first changed his hair colour. He imagined a black snow leopard would not look normal, and it would change the way he functioned, affecting how he got about and how he could use camouflage.

’What are your parents like?’ he enquired, slightly tentatively. He’d only heard the odd word about her parents, a little bit more about her brother, and he hoped that he wasn’t about to broach upon a sore subject, though he was sure that if she didn’t get along with her parents then she wouldn’t have been planning on staying at their apartment that night… he didn’t think… Blake knew that he could ask the exact same question to himself and wouldn’t be able to answer it. His parents had always been elusive people in his life, only turning up occasionally, forgetting that they had a son, until they had disappeared completely. Every now and then he would wonder about them, where they were, whether their hearts still beat. But thinking of them always brought him down, so he’d quickly push away the thoughts and try to focus on other things, like going out that night after a day of shopping. That was sure to keep him in a cheery mood.

[Ammery]

She laughed when he pulled a face and took a bite of her food. It seemed today was slow for her so far. It hadn’t been a waste of time just slow. Or that may had been her being so tired. Either way she felt like it was taking forever. It was barely even past eight thirty honestly but it felt so much earlier then that now. There were times when she was tempted to put something extremely hot in his food to watch him run around like that. It was more then amusing though she never did it. It would be cruel as it would be funny. She doubted he would appreciate the gesture at all.

She giggled at him flopping on the counter like a bag of brick. ”Your gonna break my counter with your fat ass boy” she said butting her shoulder to his teasing him. She really doubted that it would break any time soon. Even with as much as it seemed to be used as a seat by the both of them more then a surface. He was rather comfortable to lean on frankly. More for the fact he wasn’t being lazy and just letting himself lean as she leaned on him. She yawned looking away from him as she did and then resting her head back down. ”Your comfty” she told him smiling.

She nodded and smirked when he did a small shuffling dance on the counter. He was such a goof ball sometimes. There were moments when it was annoying but at this moment it was cute. If he had spoken about his peter pan complex she would have not been able to stop her laughter. It was probably very true but it made him enjoyable to live with. Then when he acted like a child when they thought she honestly wanted to beat him until he was brain dead. Of course she never did but the moments of stupid child nature at the wrong times did tend to piss her off.

She rolled her eyes when he seemed to be pissed she wanted to see his hair brown. He was such a drama queen. She elbowed him when he seemed to turn into a grouch and then poked his stomach carefully with her fork. She tended to be annoyed by her hair color. Why he wanted black hair she couldn’t figure out. She normally tried to make it lighter brown when ever she could. But of course that meant getting outside in the sun. Even then it went to a more red color or in places a strange blondish color. Why she would never know but that seemed to only be on her bangs.

”My mother is an OCD freak. She is such a neat freak it is insane. Miss proper and such. Oh my god she used to yell at me for everything. Sitting on the counter, going outside, acting like a shifter, sleeping during the day, not crossing my legs. It was insane. It got a little better once I moved out though. My dad is the one I’m close to. He came from the shifter lands and my mom was never able to get that all out of him. He taught me a lot about being a shifter. Or a wild shifter; what ever they call it now. But I’m only speaking terms with them. I have to visit every now again so I guess we are okay.” she told him shrugging. In other words they wouldn’t kill her for using the apartment.


think think think think think think think think think think think think think
other people talking other people talking other people talking

- tag : who is this for?
- notes : say what?
- words : how many?
- music : what is that noise?
- outfit : what are you wearing?
- credit : template brought to you by THE ACTRESS !. lyrics from IN THE MOURNING by PARAMORE !

[Blake]

’It would take a lot more than me to break this thing,’ Blake said, swinging his legs. He almost knocked his heals on it but didn’t want to risk getting shouted at for leaving mucky scuff marks on the fittings. He’d probably be the one who’d end up cleaning them because of it though. Now Blake wasn’t the cleanest creature out there, but he had to admit, there were times with his earphones jammed into his ears, that cleaning could almost be enjoyable, though it was rather, listing to music that was enjoyable, the cleaning just meant he wasn’t lounging about and was keeping in Ammery’s good books. If he didn’t clean up once in a while it wouldn’t surprise him if he would be out on his ear.

He chuckled, comfy?, he’d never been called that before. At least that meant that he must be well-fed. Well-fed but not fat. There had been plenty of times in the past when food was scarce, that bony shoulders showing he needed to eat would have made him less than comfy. He hoped that he never had to go back to that.

Blake jerked sideways as an elbow collided with him and banged his funny bone on the counter. Immediately he pulled his arm up wincing with pain and at the same time she poked him with a fork. ’Ow, he muttered, clutching his elbow. Why did your funny bone have to hurt so much on contact? Licking his fork he leant over and stuck it on her cheek, wondering if she would be the sort of person, or rather, the sort of girl, that would shriek at that.

’Acting like a shifter?’ he repeated with amusement. How was it possible for a shifter not to act like a shifter? It was who they are after all, and if they were acting like themselves then suraly they were acting like a shifter. Or that was his thinking anyway. He couldn’t help but smile as she talked. It was nice to hear about family, even one that was a little dysfunctional. He couldn’t really say that he had family; blood didn’t make the people that created him his family. Thinking about it, Blake wouldn’t mind having a family himself one day, perhaps a kid or two running about, getting under his feet, causing havoc. He couldn’t really imagine himself as a dad; he felt that he was too young for it, though at heart he would probably always be too young. But at the same time he knew that he would try and give them the life that he never had. Let them know that he would be there for them for anything, support them. Even just spend time with them, that was more than his parents had ever done for him. It always felt that he didn’t exist to them and it was never a pleasant thought. He would never do that to his own kids. All he had to do was find the right woman.

OOC: Started to run out of muse but gained more in the last paragraph. Thought of writing more but it seemed like a good place to stop.

[Ammery]

She nodded when he said it would take more then him to break the counter. That was for sure. Maybe Dea’con’s fat ass could break this? His cockiness could do that alone. He would certainly get shouted at for leaving muck from the bottom of his shoes on her cabinets; she would make him clean up too. He wasn’t the cleanest person alive that was for sure but he wasn’t to terrible. No worst then most guys she had known. Or past boyfriends. She was always glad when he would maybe do a load of dishes, or even put them in the sink, maybe even picking up a wrapper he had eaten something out of. Those kinds of things he could stay in her good books for. Didn’t matter how small as long as he was trying to contribute to living here.

When he had arrived to her before he was skinny and needed a good amount of weight on him. Now it seemed he was a healthy weight without having to much fat, just the right amount that he had desperately needed. But he ate quite a bit now that he was comfortable here. She enjoyed feeding people so it made it far easier when someone was more then willing to eat her food. The only times she really got mad about him doing that is when he would eat it all and she wouldn’t get in. Normally she would shout and holler at him for a few minutes then make something else for herself and not allowing him to have it. He was bad to leave alone in the kitchen anyway for more then enough reasons.

”Sorry” she apologize when she noticed he had hit his funny bone. Why did one little bone have to hurt so much when you banged it on something? She rolled her eyes when he poked her in the cheek with his fork. ”Nice” she said laughing before taking his fork from him and hopping of the counter. She had finished her food and put the dishes in the sink finally giving him his fork back so he could finish his food. ”I am gonna hop in the shower real quick and grab some stuff before we leave, ‘kay?” she asked walking into the bathroom and shutting the door.

Ammery didn’t care whether or not she was in heat, she didn’t want a family, she didn’t want a child. She wasn’t ready for one and felt no need to let her hormones go about their business and fufill those needs which she didn’t want. She sighed heavily getting out of the shower and drying off getting dressed into a pair of jeans and a long sleeve shirt. She brushed her hair putting on some makeup and then walking out into the living room. It would take her five minutes to throw together some things in a bag and get ready to go.


talk
think think think think think think think think think think think think think
other people talking other people talking other people talking

- tag : who is this for?
- notes : Don’t worry I have little muse as of right now 
- words : how many?
- music : All Time Low
- outfit : t-shirt/ jeans and black long sleeve shirt
- credit : template brought to you by THE ACTRESS !. lyrics from IN THE MOURNING by PARAMORE !

[Blake]

Blake wondered whether he was actually eating the right amount. He didn’t want to get fat after all. Muscly perhaps, though he thought that muscles might look a bit bizarre on him, but not fat. He also wondered whether being a snow leopard shifter affected his weight at all. He imagined that it did, after all, his structure reflected that of his animal, so his weight and body composition probably did too. But that didn’t mean he couldn’t get fat. He started down at his belly with a slight ponderous expression on his face as he searched for any extra bulges. There were none and he grinned to himself, though he had to admit that Ammery’s cooking would almost be worth putting on too much weight.

He was almost disappointed that she didn’t shriek, it would have amused him to no end. But then he would more than likely have ended up with a stitch from rolling around on the counter, laughing, and perhaps earning himself another jab with the fork, one that was slightly less than friendly.

Blake stared at her suspiciously when she took his fork of him, half expecting her to jab him with it. But instead she just kept it for a while and when it seemed that he was safe from being stabbed he stared down at his food with a slight open mouth expression. How was he going to eat it now? Je was just about to eat it with his hands when he was saved from making a mess by having his fork handed back to him. Quickly he devoured what was left of his omelette, before his fork went missing again and then dropping his plate in the sink, began to wash up, accidently sending water sploshing onto his top.

He nodded as she disappeared and made sure that she was gone before he lifted his arm in the air and sniffed his armpit. Smelt clean, all was good. Blake admitted that he wasn’t the biggest fan of washing, it was just too boring and there were better things that he could be doing with his life. But he tried to make sure that at least he didn’t stink, he imagined that it wouldn’t be the nicest smell to have floating around the house.

Finishing the washing, drying and putting away he flopped down onto the settee before realising that the remote was still in the kitchen. Pulling a face he decided that they would be going out soon so there was no time to get into a program, besides there wouldn’t be anything on anyway. Instead he just stared at the ceiling, thinking about the day ahead of them and making a mental list about what he wanted to buy. First of, and most importantly, hair dye, then clothes. He didn’t think about shoes, despite the fact that he only owned the pair of falling apart trainers that he was wearing. What he did think about however, was eyeliner, but he knew that he had enough of that. He wondered what Ammery would make off him lining his eyes in black, as off yet he’d never worn makeup around her.

[Ammery]

Ammery tended to eat as healthy as she could; of course being a predator she wanted to eat more meat. But she manage well with the amount of vegetable she cook. She rarely ever bought things that came in packages thinking they tasted bad anyway. Her family had never cooked with premade things so she figured it was a habit. Maybe it was easier but it sure didn’t taste good. She didn’t like fried food either. It was mostly meat and vegetables she cooked for them. Even dessert was fruit or dried fruit. Those sorts of healthy things. Fresh eggs now. Though she doubted the chickens understood why they were so high off the ground.

She could see the slight disappointment in his face but found it amusing. Did he think she was going to be afraid of a fork? If he had hurt her with it she probably would have stabbed him. Well maybe not that rash but still she would have gotten pissed. But he didn’t so he got off scott free now didn’t he.

Ammery would have scolded him heavily should he have eaten his food with his hands. He may have been half animal but he could at least be civil now couldn’t he? If she had known the timing had been good as far as giving him it back she probably still would have scolded him in all honesty.

She looked at him when she walked out stretching then grabbing a bag to take everything. ”Do you have a bag or something? That way you can bring all your stuff home. she asked then yawning. Why was she so tired suddenly? It wasn’t overly early but it wasn’t late either. It was dark out but it was still barely six. Ammery continued throwing together her bag for overnight grabbing her makeup bag and tossing it in. She didn’t normally bother going through his things unless she thought he had something of hers so she had no idea he had himself his own little makeup bag.

She wouldn’t judge him but she would think it was a little odd. He didn’t seem like the kind of guy to wear makeup from what she had seen of him so far. But of course she would be proved wrong later in the evening. Ammery really didn’t need any clothing but it would still be fun to go shopping with Blake. He tended to be a little shy at times when she had brought him to Paw Print Village with her. She hoped he wouldn’t be the same out in the neutral lands.

talk talk talk talk talk talk talk talk talk talk talk talk talk talk talk
think think think think think think think think think think think think think
other people talking other people talking other people talking

- tag : who is this for?
- notes : say what?
- words : how many?
- music : what is that noise?
- outfit : what are you wearing?
- credit : template brought to you by THE ACTRESS !. lyrics from IN THE MOURNING by PARAMORE !