Once upon a time, there was a boy blown in on dust.
He was dirty and threadbare, without a penny to his name. And when a young couple took him in, he said "I am hungry, and so thirsty," and so he ate all the food and drank all the water.
The young couple wrung their hands, and said, "What shall we do with such a child?"
And the old Padre said, "you must ask the Virgin Mary." So the couple scrubbed the boy and combed his hair, and took him to the church.
And the Virgin Mary said, "This is no boy, this is a cat hidden in the skin of a boy." And so she touched him and the skin fell away and the boy yawned and groomed himself in the sun.
And his parents wept, for though he was a strange boy, they loved him. But now, he was a cat, and they thought he was lost to them forever.
But the Virgin Mary said, "Be not afraid, for when something has been a thing, it can never completely stop being that thing. He is no longer a boy and so he cannot live with you, but I shall take him and he shall grow into both of his skins. Perhaps one day you shall see him again."
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| Homid:
A handsome spaniard with moorish blood. Dark hair, touseled in lazy curls. Dark eyes that glimmer with reflected light. Olive skin, clean and healthy. He's muscled and rangy, with broad shoulders and an elegant slope to his back and neck, long arms and legs and a neat, trim waist. About five feet ten inches tall, somewhere shy of one hundred and eighty pounds.
With a good tailor and the right attitude, even an off-the-rack suit can look like a million bucks. This man, apparently, has both of those things. A dark jacket worn over a robin's egg-blue shirt accents his figure and gives him a dashing, rakish air. Well-fitting slacks set off his long legs and easy movements. His choice of footwear is chosen more for comfort than stylishness, and yet somehow, he pulls off a pair of dark loafers impeccably.
Sokto:
A handsome spaniard with moorish blood. Dark hair, touseled in lazy curls. Wide yellow-green eyes, almond-shaped, almost feline. Olive skin, clean and healthy. He's muscled and rangy, with broad shoulders and an elegant slope to his back and neck, long arms and legs and a neat, trim waist. About five feet ten inches tall, somewhere shy of one hundred and eighty pounds. When he opens his mouth, his canines are slightly elongated, and he has long, uncut whiskers on his face and along his eyebrows. His fingernails are long and sharp.
With a good tailor and the right attitude, even an off-the-rack suit can look like a million bucks. This man, apparently, has both of those things. A dark jacket worn over a robin's egg-blue shirt accents his figure and gives him a dashing, rakish air. Well-fitting slacks set off his long legs and easy movements. His choice of footwear is chosen more for comfort than stylishness, and yet somehow, he pulls off a pair of dark loafers impeccably.
Crinos:
A tall, thin, whipcord-lean mingling of human and cat. His face is long and narrow, with razor teeth and a long, rough tongue; he has a habit of licking his chops. His ears are wide and flared, and stick out along the sides of his head at a peculiar angle.
His body is all long, sinewy muscle under a short coat of smooth, glossy, jet-black fur. His hands and feet end in long, wicked claws, and a long, thin tail lashes the air behind him.
His only adornment is a golden necklace with an ankh pendant, hanging down between his pectorals.
Chatro:
Like something out of an Egyptian nightmare, this black cat must weigh one hundred and fifty pounds. All lean, rippling muscle with yellow-green eyes, a long, narrow muzzle, short-coat of jet black fur and radar-dish ears, he is quite beautiful. Aside from the wicked claws and the long, curved sabre-teeth. A long, narrow tail waves behind him, lazily, and a golden chain with an ankh pendant is worn like a collar.
Feline:
This enormous black cat is like an Egyptian onyx statue come to life. Long and thin, with wide paws and radar-dish ears, a flawless jet-black coat and a long, swishing tail. He must weigh seventy pounds, or so. A gold chain is worn around his neck like a collar, a golden ankh glinting on his chest.
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