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Norwen Tuer is a werecat soldier. He fights solely in his other form to maintain his 'secret identity'. Werecats are rare and if he was found out for what he was he would be in serious trouble. Some people would take him away to put him into pleasure houses while others would turn him into a weapon to use for their own conflicts. Norwen is careful to only let his lord know his identity when he goes to training and to fight, keeping everyone he fights along side frightened enough of him not to try anything. Generally they are all loyal to his lord too, fighting for his causes.

When not fighting for his lord in his army he poses as an artist. Norwen is well liked by several local art dealers though he only sells his works on the streets. So far as anyone who meets his human self knows he is a normal human man. Rarely does he ever loose control over his shifting ability, usually loosing control when in a lot of pain or pleasure. He keeps no lovers for that reason, not wanting them to find out his secret.

((Alright then, why don't I start us off then?))

Norwen was walking along the city streets with a few of his works under his arm and a bag with his paints, a blank canvas, and a small easel. Finding a place he liked the look of the werecat stopped, setting his finished works down around him for anyone passing by to see. The man set up the easel and put his canvas up for him to work on. Disguised as a human he started to paint the view from where he was, leaning against the wall slightly as he worked. Since he wasn't expecting to be put on duty for at least another few days, sent out to fight again for his 'king and country'.

When Micheal came up to look at his paintings Norwen smiled, not minding at all the sight of a stranger looking at his painting. "Yes, if you like," he replied to the man's question, tilting his head slightly as he regarded the other male. "Perhaps you would be interested in watching me paint since you like my work," he suggested, not paying any attention to the soldiers. They weren't in his own fighting group so he was certain they were from another country. That meant they didn't really have any power over him or the others here.

Norwen was comfortable enough with Michael watching that he didn't mind the man standing with him as he worked. When the soldier asked him about the picture he looked at it and shook his head, shrugging slightly. "No, I've never seen anyone like that before. Who is he?" he asked, motioning for the other male to look down at the paintings or something. "I'm sure that I will keep a look out for him if he has done something wrong."

Norwen nodded back to the soldiers, watching them leave before Michael hugged him abruptly. He looked down at the smaller male curiously, chuckling softly as the other male said his work was beautiful. "Glad you approve," he murmured, lightly petting the boy's head. "You sound like you've either run away from home or had your parents expectantly die. Do you need a place to stay for a while?"

"I don't really need you to pay me if you can't. Maybe I'll paint you, just to have something else to do. I promise I won't let those soldiers see if I do," Norwen said, sighing and packing up his things again so he could head back. With those soldiers about it was unlikely he would sell anything today. "I won't sell you. I know what it's like to be hunted," he said, finishing packing up and holding a hand out to the other male. "Let's get out of here. You don't want to be caught out here on the streets."

Norwen sighed softly as Michael clung to his hand, leading the younger male through the town. "I live in the middle class area with other merchants and artists. My name is Norwen," he said, wondering what he had done to make the younger male so happy. When they got to his home he let them inside, leading the boy to a small kitchen.

Norwen nodded and set his work aside and his paints. He shifted to start cooking dinner for them both, cooking a simple meal like he normally would only for two. "No, I'm not just a painter but anything else that I am is none of your business child." He shook his head and continued to work.