[LYNX]while the cats are at play...

[elsie ann baker]

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Early morning runs. They honestly couldn't be better and the fact that Elsie knew not very many people would be up, since seeing the sun was barely up over the horizon, she knew there was no way she could get spotted by a human. At least, she hoped. Elsie brought George along with her, knowing he was getting just as restless at home as she was. Though they did have a fairly big enough back yard with plenty of woods for all of them to run around in, it was nice to just get away to a place, such as the fields for an hour or so to stretch those legs a bit further.

If a tiger could smile, Elsie was sure her muzzle would have one. She was at least mentally smiling as she ran through the over-grown field, with George next to her. She let out a small playful growl as she bumped into George to try to break his balance, but he just growled playfully back at her and bumped right back into her. The girl mentally laughed as she pushed her paws harder into the ground under her to run faster.

After a while of running around in the field with George, playing chase and playing a bit of a game of hide-n-go-seek the best way tigers can play them, Elsie made her way over to where her clothes were laying and stopped before them and changed back into human form. She let out a small sigh of content as she grabbed her clothing and began putting them on. And as always, George came up to her, nudging at her hand and playfully trying to pull her clothes away from her "George! No. We have to head back soon." she told him, petting him softly on his head. Once she was dressed, she bent down and gave George a hug and kiss on top of his head and stared in his eyes "We can come back tonight, when it's dark and play some more. I promise." she told him with a smile as she stood up.

Sighing a bit, she was feeling the way George did. Not wanting to head back home just yet. And like always, she walked slowly through the over-grown field with George right there by her side.

[Lynx Trace Starr]

Lynx could hear the faint swish of grass against his jeans. His dark hair fell across his face, shielding his strangely clearish gray eyes. He needed this moment out in the fields, only walking, nothing else. A part of him still sorely missed the hard pavement of Chicago. He'd known it had been right to move. He and Dacen had needed to get away. They had both needed somewhere new, and the cats had been bad for Dacen, they might have ended up hurting him. Well, they wouldn't while Lynx was in charge, but if he'd left the gang and stayed in Chicago... things for Dacen could have gotten bad. Lynx ground his teeth at the thought. He was their founder, their leader, and they should respect his little brother, no matter what his sexual orientation. But the cats weren't soft understanding people. Lynx knew this better than anyone, he was the cat himself. He knew what it took to survive on the streets. You couldn't be soft. It would be the absolute death of you. Out here, with the tall grass all around him, it was about as different from the dirty back alleys of Chicago as you could get, and somehow, though he missed that time, longed for the drugs, it was comforting to know how absolutely far away from all that he was. It reassured him that his choice for himself and Dacen had been the best. That was why he was wandering through the fields so early in the morning. And that meant a lot because Lynx despised morning. He would sleep all day and be up all night if he had his way, if he didn't have to get to work soon. And that was another sore point with him. Lynx had never had honest work in his life. He found an actual job more difficult than the underground work that had nearly killed him. Working on the streets was a game of wits and power. It took brains, street-smarts, balls, but this work, it was nothing. It made him feel like he was melting away.

It was then that he spotted the girl. She was walking, slowly, reluctantly through the field, a huge tiger padding at her side. Lynx wasn't surprised by the sight, exactly, but he immediately recognized a fellow werecat. He did feel strangely wary. He wasn't afraid of her, or her pet, but he wasn't comfortable around strange people. Lynx had grown up in a twisted world. Everything was dangerous. He'd learned not to trust just anyone and everything had to be viewed as a potential threat. Lynx stopped walking, watching the girl draw closer, 'Hey,' he said. Not exactly a brilliant conversation starter, but Lynx didn't care. He had learned to be quiet, to listen. He knew how to speak; he could string together beautiful captivating words, he had to, he had been a leader, but he had learned that words were not always the most powerful thing. To listen, that was to really gain yourself power. And to speak, that was to give it away. So while many people thought he was simply too shy, he was calculating, careful. He would never give away any advantage that he had. But Lynx hated himself for that. He hated that he never trusted anyone and that he had no opportunity to change himself. His past was past, and in many ways that was a good thing. But it had molded him into this boy that stood, head high, eyes pale and calculating. It turned him into something different.

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[elsie ann baker]

Elsie was a bit in her own world as she trailed through the fields with George at her side. Her hand always just there, either on the top of his head or on the back of his neck. Just always needing the connection to know that he is there next to her. There were days when she just wanted to stay in her tiger form for the rest of her life, but..she would miss being in her human body to much. What she felt towards George, though, she kept telling herself isn't real. Her love for him is the same love that she has towards her family. Nothing more.

She heard the growl from George before she heard the word 'hey' as Elsie blinked a few times and stopped in her tracks and looked over at a boy standing near her in the fields. She caught a scent from him, one telling her that he is like her, a werecat. She could feel George tensing next to her, ready to strike if the boy dared to even do anything. She petted him, to calm him down "It's okay George." she whispered, looking down at him before looking back at the boy.

"Sneaking up on people really isn't wise." she said softly. No, Elsie wasn't threatening the boy, she was just speaking of a fact. Especially with a girl that happened to always have a full grown tiger attached to her hip.

[Lynx Trace Starr]

"Sneaking up on people really isn't wise." The girl said. Lynx shrugged. 'Wisdom is for the old and timid. I'm neither.' Lynx had stopped walking. He shoved his hands in his pockets and looked at the girl. His eyes flicked to the tiger at her side. Just a tiger, that one. 'Besides, I can handle myself.' And Lynx believed it. There wasn't much that scared him. He'd been nearly killed more times than he could count. He had grown up in violence. So... that was all there was to it. Lynx closed his mouth again, because, like he'd thought earlier, it was better just to listen.

Lynx could feel a breeze lifting his hair and the grass carried a tangy smell. It reminded him, for a moment, of the taste... he couldn't think about that. Lynx fought that line of thought. He'd been off the drugs for long enough. No, that wasn't true. It was never long enough. He would never forget. He wished he could, but he could... No. Not now.