Tala & Bartamus
Tala had almost taken to chewing the bars again when the man returned... He sat up, his ears twisted forwards.
"Pit-dog indeed..." Bartamus rolled his eyes, closing the door,
"Let's see what you've got."
Tala rose to his feet and took a step back, his ears flat against his skull and eyes transfixed upon the man as he approached the cage...
Bartamus flicked the lock open and Tala wasted no time in lunging forward, slamming the cage door open as he leapt up for the man's throat.
A single swift movement sent him across the room and he landed in a pile of boxes, losing control of his ability and returning to his human form...
"Seems I got a little more for my money..." Bartamus chuckled, crossing the room before lifting Tala up by the collar of his shirt.
"State your species boy, and I might let you live..."
Tala gave a growl and took a swipe at the man but had his wrist grabbed twisted around behind him before he was forced to his knees...
"Species boy...I don't have all day...Shapeshifter? Werewolf? Skinwalker?" He drew a small dagger and held it against the boy's throat...
"Lycannian." Tala winced, then fell forward, stopping himself from falling completely with his hands as the man let go.
"Interesting...I thought they were extinct." he sheathed the dagger and turned away... Tala listened as the man started to pace behind him, turning round t face him as he came to a standstill.
"They are." Tala growled,
"I'm the last."
"Now you see, that's where it gets a little confusing for me..." Bartamus turned back to face him,
"I personally know the last of that particular species and you are not her, so unless you have a very good story then you are lying to me and I don't like liars..."
"Mother always said you were obstinate." Tala gave himself enough distance and rose to his feet, earning an even more curious look from the man...
"...Mother?"