Truth comes out. (GM?)

[Jeremiah Sykes]

Night 4.

Jeremiah was standing in the middle of the desert. Around him were many bodies. He was then on a table, and around him stood several doctors. Cutting into him. Slicing his skin, his eyes...watching to see how his body healed and reacted. Trying to push him.

Home:

He awoke. It had been four days since that Lion was in his home. Scarlet slept on the little bed he made for her, high up the wall of his house. Where the cat slept changed, or so he believed. He stared at the ceiling for several moments, trying to think through his nightmares.

Always nightmares.

They never scared him, really. Just...irritated him. It was one thing to be terrified during your dreams, but he was never jumped awake. Never startled into opening his eyes. Not afraid.

Just...irritated. He wanted lovely dreams.

He took a deep breath...and would shift in bed, wondering if he should get up.

[Kyrie Blaze]

When Jeremiah turned, he'd find a pair of green eyes shining. Staring. The faint moonlight reflected and made them shine more brightly. And then, with a blink, the dimly-coloured feline turned and padded out of his room. It was as if she knew when he was having dreams, and what they were. Or at the very least, the nature of them. Her tail twitched in a soft thud against the frame on her way out.

She padded softly, practically and for all intents, silent despite objects and sparse furniture in the way.

[Jeremiah Sykes]

Jeremiah shifted to sit on the edge of his bed, running a hand over his bald head before standing and following after it despite his nudity.

"Where you goin'? I swear, you rip through another bag of mine.."

Damn animal gave him no end to trouble but...he still liked it. The same way he liked Scarlet. They were just....amazing things to have around. He supposed if he had to have companions, he was glad they were interesting ones.

[Kyrie Blaze]

Jeremiah would hear and feel a crunch of a bag-like object underfoot. In the dim light of his living room, the man would be able to see the feline hop onto his couch and stretch.

Her claws sank into the sides of the arm farthest away, and there was a faint sound of a couple pops of claws digging in and being pulled from whatever fabric was covering it. Then she settled and resumed staring.

[Jeremiah Sykes]

"Mother fu....C'mon Veira, you dont need to shred bags...seriously...i feed you enough ya dumb cat."

He would just stare at the bags before jerking his head in the direction of the popping sounds.

"Not...the...couch! How many times i gotta tell you!? I know you understand me dammit....I have to carry that thing three miles here, i dont need your claws in it!"

He took a deep breath, then closed his eyes, cursing under his breath before moving to clean up the mess!

[Kyrie Blaze]

Those bags? Yeah. They had food in them. The cat's tongue flicked out over her lips and she continued to watch, tail slowly flipping and thumping against the couch. She chuffed a little, as if laughing at him.

The name no longer phased her, after about four days of him calling her it.

Her stitches weren't entirely healed, but the skin was knitting together and the stitches...she was extremely careful to not do anything that might pull them. There was a light in the kitchen...

His fridge was open.

[Jeremiah Sykes]

He shook his head, noticing the fridge and....slowing.

"Son. Of. A. Bitch."

He turned back to the cat. Okay. She was obviously challenging his dominance. Challenge accepted.

He lunged, aiming to land on her fully and tear her from the couch to wrestle!

This wasnt the first time. And it wouldnt be the last, he was sure.

[Kyrie Blaze]

'Veira' hissed as he lunged, picking herself up off the couch and bounding off it with a grunt. It wobbled, but Jeremiah's weight crashing down on it set it right again. She turned and snarled, disdainfully.

Silly human, the gesture seemed to say with an errant tail flick, you couldn't catch me if I was sleeping.

She was totally egging him on and entirely expecting his initial burst and for him to continue coming at her. Well. If he could with her paws battering at his face and a growl thundering in her throat. Her ears were pinned, teeth bared, and he even got some claw action.

[Jeremiah Sykes]

Jeremiah stared, then slammed a palm into the wall. Teeth bared. He didnt go after her. He waited....then after a second or two, smirked.

Behind her, the aquarium tipped and fell, dousing her with water.

"Bitch."

[Kyrie Blaze]

With an unholy yowl that could only come from a cat being doused with water - normally she was okay with water...if it was her choice and wasn't him catching her by surprise - the cougar leaped forward, bringing her weight plus water on top of Jeremiah and his beloved couch.

The piece of furniture groaned...but held.

Just.

Snarling, she then tried to bounce off her Jeremiah-springboard to the other side of the couch, onto the floor.

[Jeremiah Sykes]

Leaping forward into his arms.

Just like he wanted.

He wrapped his legs around her and hugged her body, trying to make sure she couldn't push him off or get at him with the claws. Even if she did (He was a big guy), it would be his back. She might be able to bite his shoulder but he would talk anyway.

"Now that i have your attention. This is my house. When we're in your cave you make the rules. This is my domain. Now, im not saying im gonna stick peanut butter on my sack and make you lick it or some weird shit, but you challenging me every day is gonna be a bad thing. Got it?"

He held on for dear life, just in case.

[Kyrie Blaze]

The great cat gave a violent twist and sent them to the floor. Unfortunately, it meant she landed in wet water on her back. Fortunately, it freed up her legs that were against his. Her hind feet started to kick, and it was uncertain who had who.

But a moment later, the feline's body gave a shuddering ripple and bones snapped before the heel of a very human hand would slam into Jeremiah's jaw.

"You got me wet, you sonnuva bitch!"

A very human body was beneath his larger frame. A very naked human body. A very angry, naked, human, woman. Her green eyes blazed, and seemed a little more reflective than an average person's, the pupil elongated only a touch, so it would be hard to tell at first glance. At such close proximity, it was fairly noticeable.

[Jeremiah Sykes]

Jeremiah stared, blinked several times after the hit and jumped off her.

"Oh fuck! Uh...shit haha, you ARE human! I KNEW IT YOU SHIT!"

He didnt seem to care they were naked. He would point at the kitchen.

"You fucking with me or what? That what this is!?"

His head was pounding. Why did she have to hit so hard?

[Kyrie Blaze]

She was pissed. With a snarl that was soft with her human vocal chords, the feline-turned-female drew herself up off the floor. Her side burned much worse than it did in her feline form, but she stood...tall - an impressive six feet - and didn't let him see her pain.

Her fingers flexed and curved to claws.

"Do you have any idea how much I need to eat as a large cat? As a healing, large cat?" She hissed. If she had a tail, it would be lashing. But her eyes glinted and she gave a wicked grin and sprang at him, leaving the second set of questions unanswered. The important parts of them, any way.

She shifted mid-air with a roar - feline and sleek fur once again - to tackle him and take the man down!

[Jeremiah Sykes]

"Yeah? Look how fuckin' big I am! I eat a lot too! Dont see me ripping shit up and looking damn proud of it, do y-"

He grunted, surprised, as she slammed into him bodily, putting his ass on the floor. He would attempt to slam a palm under her jaw to force her head upwards, so she couldnt see him, While he tried to kick his legs upward and flip the lion over him!

"Woah! Stop! Now I know you can talk I want the human back dammit! We need to settle this!"