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Mazeba looked at her scars he could tell she had stories, maybe as many stories as him. "Let me show you something.." he said to her gently and stood up off the couch and backed in to a corner of the room. He began to moan and make aching noises, as if he was in pain. He then stood up but something was different.


"Well..." He stood up looking down in half of his true form. He was ashamed, he had never shown a girl this part of him. He felt safe with showing shooter this though. he was happy to show her. "Dont think any less of me.. Please.." he begged her, his voice was raspy and rougher than usual. He turned his head looking away.

Mazeba whimpered as if some dog. "I'm scared of what people think.." His voice still raspy, "My kind arent usually allowed here, but i had no where to go.." He looked down. "My mother and father were killed in a war. I was a prince.." He sat down, then his pained yell came back. This time he came back as something less gruesome.


"Argh!" he yelled as he stood up and it became a howl. "This.. This is me, this is what i am.." He stood cowering in the corner of the room.

Mazeba's eyes widened. "Shooter.." He turned to her reaching out, making his fur glisten in the light from a nearby window as it came from the darkened corner of that room. His placed his hand on her flame, then placed his palm on the side of her face, the flame still on his hand.


"Thank you.." He whispered as he transformed into his human form again. His hand still on her face and flame still running wild on his skin.

((Its cool ^^))

Mazeba smirked a little, "You're stuttering a little.." He said gently, "Why is that shooter?" He followed up with the question. He played with her flame a little longer before quiting. "Maybe i shouldnt be doing that.." He looked away.

Mazeba looked at her with a plain face. He stared at her for a little bit before slowly walking into her and wrapping his arms around her, her flame running up the side of his face and through his hair. "Do you.." He paused and shook a little. "Do you like this..?" He asked quietly.

Mazeba had an arm wrapped around her back and one wrapped upward with a hand on the back of her head. "The flame feels really good Shooter.." His ears rubbed her hair, he thought to himself about how soft she felt. He closed his eyes and smelt her. His senses were keen and he could smell everything, even her blood. He gripped her tighter. He didnt want to let go, he had never been so happy.

Mazeba blushed also. "Uhm.. Yea, haha. I agree." He said then lit a cigarette. "So..." he started, "I hope you sleep well.. and .. and.." He blushed harder, "Hah, just sleep well!" he said smiling with the cigarette in his mouth.

(( You going for real or skip time? ))

Mazeba was already in the kitchen making breakfast, dressed, and awake, he was standing over the stove cooking. "Well good morning!" He smiled turning around showing that he was cooking but with an apron on. "Just sit at the table and itll be done soon!" He said happily as he turned around and kept working.