About Big Hairy Man
He could feel it again. It was definitely this way. His nose twitched at the smell of it. It wasn't food. No, there was the scent of prey but, this was different. It wasn't water nor a mate. None of those who wandered away from the humans. Those could be good but this, this was something else. He couldn't hear it but it sang in his bones. He knew it had no scent but he couldn't get the smell out of his nose. If he stopped to lift his muzzle to padaa, he could actually taste it. It certainly wasn't nip.
He had taken the risk of coming down and passing the humans lairs. He had waited until night to cross the black river of ice that was so hot it burned his pads. He had stalked through the trees and skirted the small flat hill. It was close now. For days, he had felt it calling him; could hear a cry that made him shake in ecstasy.
Now as he approached the source of this wonder, he could hear voices. Humans! These were to be avoided. They did not like him. They knew he wasn't one of theirs. Even at night, when they could barely see where to place their feet, they might spot him. If they saw him, they would recognize him and get angry.
The call was so loud here. He could not turn away. Where are you? he thought. I will find you. I always locate my prey. He followed his whiskers, every sense alert for the slightest signs that he was on the right trail. He dodged between humans and their fires. He padded silently towards where the sounds of humans was loudest. This is the place! How can it be with so many humans here? What do they surround? I must know this secret!
He crept forward slowly and circuitously through the throng. He exuded all of his patience, learned from several lean years in the mountains hunting meager prey. His cautious approach paid off when he finally found himself through the crowd, front and center at the most amazing spectacle he had ever laid eyes.
There were humans, no not humans, yes humans, maybe humans but so much more! They capered about throwing rings of fire to each other, spinning and whirling in bright colors that danced after them. The jingling of bells, Mates? His ears perked up and his tail twitched with interest. They sometimes wear bells, at least some of those from the human lairs do. All of the lights, sounds, smells and energy swirled through the air and into him. He felt tingly all over and suddenly his own fur was three sizes too small It was such a glorious sight!
There! A small female human with floppy ears. That human is a rabbit! At the same moment, the girl locked eyes with him. She squealed (actually, much like a rabbit) and cried out, "aghalhe! amtha lkhjheae!" He had been spotted and now the humans were going to hurt him. He could feel the panic sieze his heart but it was struggling to overcome the wonder he was also feeling and then a bone splitting pain wracked his body.
He ran in terror, sharp pains riding his body. He bounced off of the legs of the first few humans he passed and then the next several bounced off of him. His perspective was off, not that he could recognize it. He went to run under a metal box and nearly dashed in his brains as it was too low to run under. He squeezed and made it out the other side to keep on running. Suddenly, his world changed completely. Everything was too small. He knocked another metal box aside as he went crashing through many other things. He body exploded and he collapsed in an exhausted heap. Never had he hurt like this. He felt all wrong. He was so tired, he couldn't even look around to realize he had cornered himself. Now he heard the patter of many feet approaching and the voices of immature humans.
"He went this way! Lissa called out to her troupe mates. The diminuitive pooka dashed around another toppled dumpster to stop short at the sight of the huddled man. Squee! Here he is! He is a cat sith! I knew it! I was right! See! she shouted as she pointed a finger at the figure to her friends.
Another girl, a couple years older than her friend (two and a half years if you asked her) exclaimed, "'Lissa! Do not point your finger at other people. It's rude! Finally noticing the man her friend was pointing out, she stopped short. Oooh, he's so pretty.
A third child rounded the corner just then, he was extremely tall for his age and as broad in the shoulder as a grown man. Immediately sizing up the situation, he decried the man, "You there! You're naked. Stay away from these young ladies! They are under my aegis and I will not allow harm to befall them." Rushing to place himself between the girls and the pervert, he barks out, Avert your eyes, 'Lissa and Claire! This foul villian attempts to despoil you."
"Really, Bertold? Really?! You're going straight from Childling to Grump by the ripe old age of thirteen! retorted the older girl, Claire.
Just then the final two members of the troupe came on scene. Bertold, the hulking brute of a boy called out, "Elisha, get help. This man is trying to molest 'Lissa and Claire!"
The smallest of the group, a frail looking slip of a boy with stringy black hair and pale skin, opened his mouth to yell while simultaneously wheeling about to race back to the camp. "Help! Help! Stranger danger! Stranger danger!" came out as a mere stage whisper.
The last boy, curly haired with goat legs, rolled his eyes and quipped, "Bert! Dude! You sent him for help?" before racing off after the little boy.
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A feline drawn to the noise and activity of a faire or festival. There he encounters humans for the first time. He makes his first change, to homid form, in response to being chased out by villagers scared of a large feral cat (the European Lion having already been driven to extinction by the Romans). Roaming the nearby forest for days, unable to remember his previous existence, he is found by a passing traveler. The traveler is himself a Sorcerer who quickly realizes the young man's proclivity for magic
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Born and raised in Venice.
Apprenticed to an "uncle" to learn the merchant trade.
Found out uncle was actually a distant relative; about three hundred years distant. He was a vampyre.
"Uncle" ghouled and blood bound me to him then proceeded to explain that the family interests consisted of Necromancy as well as trade.
Traveled by land and sea throughout Europe, North Africa and the Middle East, learning about necromantic arts and commerce.
Became my domitor's assistant (gopher), picking up supplies, rare tomes, delivering and retrieving correspondence.
Went on an errand to retrieve materials from a sorcerer in Alexandria, Egypt, for domitor. Find myself hearing a voice in my head begging and pleading for my help. The sorcerer seemed unaware of the voice and I couldn't see anyone else in the domicile so I collected the necessary materials and left, hearing the beautiful voice in my head as I left.
