I tried. --------------- The hiss from under the bushes causes you to pause in your evening stroll. The leaves shake menacingly, but you have no worries, sure your strength can take anything that would attack you.
Then again, news reports and stories of a catlike predator stalking the streets of Republic City flash across your mind. You adjust your tinted goggles distractedly and accidentally give it another crack.
While you were distracted, the thing in the bushes leaped out and attacked you, wild black fur flying, blue, metal claws outstretched, mechanical tail waving as it--
--as it rubbed it's face against your leg and purred happily.
You are bewildered at this turn of events and decide to take in its--her--appearance to distract you. Fur seemed to cover all her skin showing, and glowing green cat eyes were closed in happiness. Ripped clothes covered her torso--it looked like the remains of button-down and a vest--and a green cloak covered those tatters. Metal claws gleamed on her hands and a tail waved happily as she crouched on all fours.
You give her an awkward, restrained pat and walk quickly away, wanting nothing to do with such a disheveled, uncivilized creature. Unbeknownst to you, she follows you stealthily, hiding in the shadows when you turn around to check no one's behind you.
Finally you reach your house/mansion and go to bed, still feeling watched. ------------- When you wake, there's a comforting warmth next to you and you snuggle close to it instinctively, thinking maybe Aurthour had crawled in with you like when you were younger.
":33< *the werekitty stretches luxuriously and yawns as it wakes up slowly, feeling pawvelous from her nap!*" says a sleepy voice in your ear. ":33< *the werekitty is feeling especially happy since she has made a mew furiend last night!*"
You jolt awake and stare in shock at the girl blinking sleepily at you, curled up cat-style on the gear-patterned sheets.
"D--> Who are you. Why are you on my bed"
":33< do you not remember me? :((" the girl asks, rolling over and stretching.
"D--> Get off my bed you filthy child" is all you can say, noting the dirt and grime stuck to her. You remember her all right, she was that furred creature from yesterday. She was a werecat, or 'werekitty' as she had stated.
":((< you're so mean!!" she whines, rolling off the bed.
She proceeds to follow everywhere throughout the day, despite you telling her to leave, and once again curls next to you when you turn in for the night, furred again and purring. It's not so bad, you think, having her warmth and companionship. But first thing in the morning you will give her a bath.
And that's how you became moirails with a werecat. -------------- Not real steampunk I guess but I couldn't figure out how to incorporate more.
FILL: TEAM ECTOBIOLOGY
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The hiss from under the bushes causes you to pause in your evening stroll. The leaves shake menacingly, but you have no worries, sure your strength can take anything that would attack you.
Then again, news reports and stories of a catlike predator stalking the streets of Republic City flash across your mind. You adjust your tinted goggles distractedly and accidentally give it another crack.
While you were distracted, the thing in the bushes leaped out and attacked you, wild black fur flying, blue, metal claws outstretched, mechanical tail waving as it--
--as it rubbed it's face against your leg and purred happily.
You are bewildered at this turn of events and decide to take in its--her--appearance to distract you. Fur seemed to cover all her skin showing, and glowing green cat eyes were closed in happiness. Ripped clothes covered her torso--it looked like the remains of button-down and a vest--and a green cloak covered those tatters. Metal claws gleamed on her hands and a tail waved happily as she crouched on all fours.
You give her an awkward, restrained pat and walk quickly away, wanting nothing to do with such a disheveled, uncivilized creature. Unbeknownst to you, she follows you stealthily, hiding in the shadows when you turn around to check no one's behind you.
Finally you reach your house/mansion and go to bed, still feeling watched.
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When you wake, there's a comforting warmth next to you and you snuggle close to it instinctively, thinking maybe Aurthour had crawled in with you like when you were younger.
":33< *the werekitty stretches luxuriously and yawns as it wakes up slowly, feeling pawvelous from her nap!*" says a sleepy voice in your ear. ":33< *the werekitty is feeling especially happy since she has made a mew furiend last night!*"
You jolt awake and stare in shock at the girl blinking sleepily at you, curled up cat-style on the gear-patterned sheets.
"D--> Who are you. Why are you on my bed"
":33< do you not remember me? :((" the girl asks, rolling over and stretching.
"D--> Get off my bed you filthy child" is all you can say, noting the dirt and grime stuck to her. You remember her all right, she was that furred creature from yesterday. She was a werecat, or 'werekitty' as she had stated.
":((< you're so mean!!" she whines, rolling off the bed.
She proceeds to follow everywhere throughout the day, despite you telling her to leave, and once again curls next to you when you turn in for the night, furred again and purring. It's not so bad, you think, having her warmth and companionship. But first thing in the morning you will give her a bath.
And that's how you became moirails with a werecat.
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Not real steampunk I guess but I couldn't figure out how to incorporate more.