ABOUT YOU
Name: Call me Zai
Age: --- [talk to me about it- you already know me]
Contact Info:
How you found us:

CHARACTER INFO
Character name: Zaiku Kannan
Nicknames: Zai
Character age: 28
Birthdate: April 23
Gender: Male
Lycan Species: Wereleopard
Level: Dominant; Nimir-raj three times previously
Strengths: I'm not as weak as everyone might think I am. I mean, no one's said directly to my face 'You're such a kitty cat, so graceful and sweet, never fighting back.' Don't forget, cats have claws for a reason, retractable claws that can bitch-make anyone any day of the week. Add a leopard to that equation and you'd shut up instantly. I believe in equality. Too bad it's impossible in a pard now a days... we all saw what happened to the Thomas Rokke clan in St. Louis. Poor Richard. I met him once, real nice guy, real passive too. I saw his beast roll through him... even I'll say that it made me a bit nervous. I'd say my eyes turned to leopard, but that's impossible- they already are. I guess when you have the ability to switch form whenever your jolly heart desires, that's what happens.

I've got strength on my side. True enough that I'm a wereleopard, but beyond that. I lifted for years, constantly raising the resistance. I had no choice- what else happens when you grow up in the slums of the area and you're the most vulnerable little twig since childhood? It didn't help that I wasn't white... that just fueled their fire. Physical strength is a hands-down benefit for me, but my rather lax demeanor helps so many times. I've dealt with more were problems than I probably should have, especially those of the other weres, but we were a community, we were a part of the same foodchain. It's not something you think of until you're one of the others on the list, then it gets hairy- literally.

Weaknesses Kindness can be bad. You don't realize it 'till it's too late. In all honesty, it's a lot more fuss than it's worth at times. You give an inch, they want a mile. I have a tendency to do that with the humans at least. When you don't exactly want the world knowing you're a were, it's what you do. With the pard I'm a different species, literally. I take the steer by the horns, or, cat by the claws (?) and do what needs to be done. Challenge my authority and the challenge will be accepted, but I am unforgiving in certain areas too, and that's one of them. I'm prone to snap at certain points of time, and it can get pretty hairy at times. Anyone that's fought with me will argue the same- my temper can change in a matter of seconds, but it takes quite a lot for that to happen. See my beast starting to crawl from behind my already changed eyes and it's too late. Trust me.
Weapons carried on person: Usually various steel knives and a handgun or two

Tell me about yourself
Hair colour/style: Dark and curly, falling to about his shoulders in dark brown, almost black, waves
Eye colour: Bright chartreuse
Portrayal: Nir Lavi
Picture:

Physical description:
Distinguishing Marks:
Almost free of all 'distinguishing marks', Zaiku sports a few claw and bite scars along his body. On either side of his genetalia, he bears two long scars made by wereleopard claws, certainly not his own. His memory of the event is fuzzy, but they date back to his attack. Along his neck are a few significantly faded vampire bite-scars. They seem to fade with each passing day, but never disappear completely. Finally, from his jawline to his throat are another series of claw marks dating back to, you guessed it, his attacker.

Human Form: In human form, Zaiku is 6’4” and muscular with dark brown and almost black hair. His muscles ripple beneath the clothing he wears and he moves as if he has muscles in places he shouldn't- in a cat like manner. Though not in any shift, he is catlike in his mannerisms. His hair falls to a few inches above his shoulders, curling the entire way down and shrouding part of his face depending on the angle he holds his head. Bright green eyes are the most distinct feature he bears of course for they are distinctly catlike.

Gait is long and balanced, effortless like a cat. His posture is perfect and his head is held high. He is slender and lacks body fat but weighs in at around 200 due to the fact that he is shear muscle and tall as well. The scars along his body stick out in contrast to his tan skin in a mass of pale pink flesh. Jawline is well defined and clearly masculine, his face saying male but his lips full and lush in an almost feminine manner. Overall he is a sight to be seen and says male all over him.

Shift: The shifts are second nature to Zaiku by now, having spent so much time in leopard or man-leopard form to aid his pard. So many fights had been fought for the protection of others that the shifts were instantaneous. Like most shapeshifters, his clothes are torn to shreds and coated in the slimiest of fluid, but by this point there isn't very much when he goes. The fur of his coat is a dark ebony, midnight colored spots contrasting with his hide for a black on black appearence which shimmers as he moves. The bright green eyes never change but only seem to glow even more so during a shift. Even in leopard form, Zaiku can manage speech. Words sometimes come out as a series of low growls for his voice drops a good octave at least. He is capable of partial changes as well, in addition to transformations without any after affects other than a few moments of disorientation and an intense hunger.

Zaiku has variations of his man-leopard form. He can be mostly human with leopard claws and teeth with his body still clothed but with bulkier muscles, deeper voice, and a velvety texture to his skin due to the fact that black leopard fur over came him- on the contrary, he can be leopard bodied with a more human face, the ability to walk on two legs and quite frankly be a pretty damn large leopard. Either variation works, but partial transformations require more energy.


Likes: I can be rather simple... if I want to be, and do know I say that with a mischievous smile upon my lips. My life is relatively simple on its own, so it doesn't give me much to worry about. That is of course, except for the pard and all that drama. But that's a different story. The pard is my priority, it has been since I was bitten at 16. I joined young, right in high school, the youngest were in the area. Then again, I was the youngest that all the recent books could tell me. I didn't let it stop me though, I went to college, suffered for five years and became an industrial engineer and architect. I started my own firm with my father but sold it as I grew more powerful and the pard needed me more. I didn't have a choice at that point, it was my duty. Architecture had always been my first love, but it couldn't last forever, especially not in a furry body.

I adore Japanese food. I have no idea why, but terriyaki and sushi make my day. Mmm... I know it's not steak, but it's pretty damn good if you ask me. I guess the whole fish thing, raw fish at that, is part of the beast's liking, but I like it either way. Don't burst my bubble with the leopard-ness please. :]
Relaxing is my all time favorite past time, too bad I don't get much time to enjoy it. I love to go for a nice long run on the weekend or work out in the gym in my house. After a nice run, a long bath and a pair of shorts being my only attire, plopping onto the couch for the Sunday night football game is the best past-time.

Dislikes: Ugh, where to begin. You know what I hate? Animal-haters. Okay, there are the animal activists, but then there are the others on the opposite end of the spectrum heading out with silver bullets and daggers trying to get rid of us. It's not like we asked to become furry once a month! It happens. More often than not, we hate it. It's not like we enjoy nearly dying by some big furry creature that can
(and just barely didn't) kill us.
Those scrawny twigged super models and women that have to be under 100lbs. to be attractive. Excuse me, you're breakable.. literally. I mean, I could break any normal human in half (not even figuratively speaking), but those chicks can be broken with a simple poke. Sometimes, I've been tempted to do just that- those squeaky high pitched voices, the 5" stilettos and mini skirts that look terrible on them, their long nailed hands running along your body and then digging into your skin because they think all were's like pain. During sex, I don't mind it, but for the hell of digging your nails into me?? Hell no.
I guess you can say I'm not a fan of many werebadgers, werebears or werelions either. There's something about them that can irritate me to all hell. I mean, the lions could put up a damn good fight, but it seems like they have more problems on their own than the pard and pack combined. THAT is saying a lot right there. Oh well, we're all suffering together- here's to sucking it up! (not.)

Fears: Separation from those he loves, not being able to save another person, feeling helpless or hopeless, denial of any sort; lack of support by the pard, a weak pard, lack of structure
Nervous habits: Tugging on and twirling his hair, and/or biting on his lip

Personality description: Zaiku is an interesting but overall good person. He's warm-spirited and always tries to be the peaceful mediator which can get him into trouble at times. He loves who he is and has welcomed his beast for he, in all honesty, had no choice but to. Though big and intimidating, he's really the teddy-bear type, laid back and cuddly if you rub him the right way. He's known to snap when he lets too many things get by him for too long, which can be dangerous. In a matter of seconds teeth turn to fangs, nails to claws and voice to snarling growls. Not fun, trust me. Usually laid-back, Zaiku enjoys having a good time regardless of the situation. He's the kind of person that doesn't let the little things get to him, and if you get him upset, you know it's something pretty big. If you say the wrong thing you can be met by evil-snarling-leopard-kitty, or sad and lap craving kitty that just wants to cuddle up. He's known to let emotions get the best of him, and isn't afraid to show them, but most often than not, his only outward display of them are his facial features, and if you know how to read them, his kitty-cat eyes.

Take me home to meet mom and dad:
Parents:
Marcus Kannan - Father [64] : How do you break the news to your overly-Christian father that you're a lycanthrope?? It doesn't come easy, but it came. He was always Zaiku's idol and mentor and till this day has been the sole idol figure in his life, though his mother is just behind him.
Maria Lizarus - Mother [58] : The typical loving and overprotective parent, she's been there for him for as long as he can remember... obviously. During his early adolescence, Zaiku and his mother fought. They hadn't spoken for almost four years until he was bitten. Then he warmed up to her and their bond heightened and familiar affection soared. In this time, Abelle was who he spoke to, even though she was a mere child and couldn't understand his problems, sometimes it was just as well.
Siblings:
Abelle Kannan - Sister [22] : The first to find out about his lycanthropy, she's the person Zaiku is closest to as of now, though through his many moves their relationship has distancedt
Children: None

History:
I can't remember exactly what it was like growing up as an infant for I was just that, an infant. Born in a small hut of sorts in Brazil, I grew up in a simple manner. I remember my first guava, my first mango, my first banana. They were a part of life then- a matter of walking into your 'backyard' and climbing up the trees to pull one down, hopefully ripe enough to not break your teeth or ruin the rest of the crop if plucked too early. As children, my friends and I didn't care. We would spend hours outside and run around barefoot since we could walk. I remember during the rainy season we would go outside and dance in the rain, squishing the rich mud between our toes and laughing before being yelled at by our mothers in Portuguese. Those were the days I miss the most.

I grew up fast, too fast for my parents liking and with it came adolescence. At age ten, Abelle was born and I fell fond of her instantly. I was the good big brother, not minding if she pulled on my hair, not caring if she screamed in the middle of the night- I had wanted a sibling for as long as I can remember. When she could walk, we would go down to the riverside and swim in the shallow areas, me teaching her how to swim came easier than my parents or I had expected. We spent as much time together as we could, and in that time I began to grow more distant from my parents, especially my mother. Puberty hit me at 13, between voice cracks and testosterone, I became the typical roudy teenager. I would flee the house at night and spend hours alone in the jungle, entering the dense forests that surrounded my small residence and lie down on the cool damp soil and fall asleep under the moon. Abelle came sometimes too, when she was older and so was I, but she never spent the night there like me... I wouldn't let her. She began to understand what I was going through and was mature beyond her years. I spoke to her of all my troubles, my first girlfriend, my first breakup, and the facts of life too... but that was when she was obviously much older. Mom got troubled with the way Abelle acted sometimes, all because of my doing. I didn't mean to change her personality, but she too began coming closer to me and further from mom because of me. She had enough of me and I of her, and our conversation ceased except for simple 'good mornings, good nights, thank you, you're welcomes' and what I wanted for supper, though variety wasn't much of an option.

At sixteen, I had lost my virginity to a girl I had loved, a woman that I would have done anything for if I had the chance. She had begun menstruation late, after I was man. She was still late for beginning puberty and that too spurred our intercourse. We were friends from childhood, and her name was Liza.

Liza and I had spent years together, chasing each other through the forest after dark, giggling in the creek as we both stripped down to nothing and bathed, or swam. We had seen each other's first sexual organs of the opposite sex together and it had made us both even more curious. At sixteen, she was fifteen, a year and two grade younger than I. I was advanced for my age for unlike her parents, my father attended college and taught me what he knew. I was a junior in high school while she was a freshman, and it was the best year of my life. I had been her first boyfriend and we had started dating during my second year of high school. We had been together a year and our parents loved us like we loved each other. On our year's anniversary, we spend the day together. It was a Saturday and we spent it like we had as children, alone walking through the woods hand in hand, kissing, cuddling and drawing closer and closer with each passing moment. We had experimented before, you know, her losing her shirt, me caressing her breasts and letting my lips brush against her body in the most intimate of places, but never had we gone all the way. I had experienced oral sex before with my girlfriend before her, but we hadn't felt the same way about each other as I did for Liza. I don't think anyone would.

As the sun began to set, we lay down together, spooning and cuddling like we had so many times before and staring at the beautiful sun overhead. The multi-colored hues that stained the sky were breathtaking to say the least, and added to the sheer romanticism of it all. I had closed my eyes to enjoy the closeness between us, until I felt her hands wandering to places where they hadn't gone in a very long time. She toyed with the hem of my shorts and began to tug on them, slowly removing them from my body. "Are you sure?" I had asked her, and was silenced by her finger to my lips. My hands found their way beneath her shirt and it was soon removed. As our clothes finally departed, we stared silently at each others nude bodies. It wasn't exactly awkward for we had seen each other nude countless times, but the fact that I was mature, and other parts of me were quite happy to see her as well, it almost became too much. She pulled me on top of her, and I protested. I wanted her in every way possible, but she was so young, so... I didn't know. She told me to take her in any way I wanted to, that if I didn't I didn't love her. But I loved her, so I couldn't object. I started her with my hand and then got her eager to see me. She was so young, so tight, such a virgin. I didn't want to hurt her. I pulled away, hoping it had been enough for her, but she said no, and that I must not love her. She wanted me, my genitalia and every other part of me. I wouldn't lose her because of that, I couldn't and so I took her. We let instinct drive us until the fading colors of sunlight disappeared and nighttime took over. Traces of blood lined our bodies for she was so young, such a virgin. I pulled away, and made to kiss her, but met salty tears instead. "What's wrong?" I had asked, but she pushed me off of her and slapped me hard across the face. "I'm going to be pregnant now because of you!" she had screamed, for she had never mentioned to me in the years I knew her that she was now menstrual. "W-what?!" I stammered, and met her nude body fleeing in the opposite direction away from the waterfall and the jungle and everything we knew of each other. She wasn't in school the next day and I hadn't seen her since.

But that night, after the deed had been done and I had cried for many hours, I fled the house once more. I failed to tell my parents that their son was no longer a virgin or an innocent boy the had loved, and fled for the jungle. I returned to the waterfall, to the body of water where I had spent hours throughout childhood and through death, death of my soul and heart. I had stopped crying only moments before, defenseless and curled into a heap and helpless wreck. I was so helpless that I didn't hear it coming, didn't hear the sounds escaping it's throat as it lept out of the jungle grasses. I remember a blur of black fur, a flash of green-gold eyes and a searing pain overcoming my body before it all went numb, before it all went away. My eyes remained open wide, and I felt like I could go on forever. I was sixteen and attacked and felt like I could get up and walk back home. All I remember is a giant leopard leaping from the forest and pouncing atop me, ripping my clothes to shreds and meeting it's hunger from mine of hours earlier, it's smooth tongue doing what she before Liza had done. I managed to get erect despite the bleeding from my throat, the rhaspiness of my breath and the pain I had felt. I couldn't scream, I couldn't cry, and all I could do was fall into a deep sleep which I woke up in a hospital bed.

I was hot, I was cold, I was shaking, I was crying. What was going on? My eyes opened slowly and it hurt to move my head. Voices were heard anxiously around me and I couldn't make my mouth form the words I wanted to release. My mother, the woman I thought could care less about me was the one that shrieked as my eyes fluttered open. I winced, and even that hurt. Her lips brushed against my cheek, kissing me. Abelle's arm's wrapped around me to the best of her small ability. What had happened? I was hooked up to countless monitors and my arms were immobible. Glancing at my appendages, I saw they were bound to the bed, the walls surrounding me close and concrete. What was going on. My throat was dry and after moments passed I managed to form a single word, "...water." I pled for the liquid and needed to hydrate my throat. There was a sign on the wall, a poster in fact, and it was a list of precautions, of warnings, of facts.LYCANTHROPE WARD - 10 THINGS YOU SHOULD KNOW. What did it mean? Was it... was he... a wereleopard? I had heard stories from school, stories since childhood that even my mother had spun of the weres and what could happen, and now that was me? My right hand was untaped from the board and I sipped slowly from the bendy straw that my mom had added to the plastic glass. Finishing it in a matter of seconds, she kissed me again. Groaning as her lips passed over my neck, it wasn't an excruciating pain but a dull throbbing that only a bruise could provide. A bruise? How had..? What had made..? Shit, maybe I was a were after all. Ignoring the topic, I reached for her hand, brushing her knuckles against my lips. Whimpering as I tried to extend my neck upward to meet her cheek, it was an impossible feat. I fell back to the bed and let my eyes close once more. Let the doctors do their job.

I woke up in a wheel chair, being pushed up an entrance ramp to an airplane. Okay, this is interesting, I had thought, and the next thing I heard was the announcement in both Portugese and English for a flight to Atlanta, Georgia... USA. Tapping the attendent on the arm, I asked her if that was where we were headed, and she nodded. She was wearing gloves and cringed as if I had touched her with hydrochloric acid. Furrowing my brow in annoyance and puzzlement, I let it go. Little did I know that it was merely weeks until the full moon. I sat between my mom and Abelle, dad sat across the aisle next to a man I didn't know. The two were deep in coversation in English, I followed along expertly for we were taught it from childhood at school. They were talking about me, lycanthropy and the impending full moon. That was when it was definately confirmed, I had caught the disease and I was to become a wereleopard on the full moon.

We landed in Atlanta and moved into our rented house. We were in the middle of nowhere, but I was used to that from Brazil. The weather was bitter cold and I didn't like it, and neither did my short sleeved and jogging-short self. It was dark for it was night time, but it wasn't the midnight blanket that I was used to at home. I adapted rather quickly and didn't shiver like my family did. I turned questioningly to the stranger who had introduced himself as Lizer after we landed and he answered my unasked question. I was confused as to how he knew, but he raised a palm and spoke softly to me, his words running through my head for his lips had very plainly not moved. I am a vampire, I can read your thoughts, your desires and your questions. Worry not, I am not going to hurt you... much. He had added the end with a laugh, this time out loud, for he had just been kidding. A smile drew itself upon his lips and the faintest if points were visible on his incisors as if to tease me. I turned quickly away and the feeling fell free. I learned oh too soon that you were not to look into a vampire's eyes. We settled into my new house and he disappeared as quickly as he had come and I didn't see him for a good week. I slept restlessly, hunger constantly tearing at my insides and temper flaring at the most spontaneous of moments. I found a card lying under my pillow one night and it had the words, "Lizer - Master of Atlanta." It was the middle of the night and darkness surrounded me in the silence of my room, the LED lights in my alarm clock reading 1am. Groaning, I reached for the cell phone I had been given a few days before and punched in the number. It was answered on the first ring.

"I have been expecting your call Zaiku... I could feel your fear, your desires. Come, come outside and meet Maia, the Nimir-ra of Atlanta and the woman you will learn to respect." With that he hung up, and I couldn't help but wonder what more he had been thinking or what more he knew of me. I made my way downstairs silently, trodding softly like a cat in the darkness without bumping into any foreign object. Putting on a down jacket that my mother had bought the day after our arrival, I came outside to meet her. She knelt on the front walk of the house, unfolding her bodice elegantly and almost showingly but it was obvious it was how she was. Her muscles flowed expertly beneath her skin and that was the beginning of many, many encounters.

I had my first transformation and my second ever sexual experience with the Nimir-ra. I was young, she was older, 20 when I was 16, but neither of us minded. At eighteen I left for college in the heart of Atlanta and studied architecture and preternatual studies. I learned of the weres, the leopards and the undead. I learned so much more and fed it to my family and Abelle, who anxiously wanted to hear all of my stories I read. I graduated after five years of college and started my own firm with my father. It was "Kannan & Son's Architectural Design." As my power grew and the years passed, I became more involved with the Nimir-ra and the pard. I couldn't manage the firm any longer and let the new college entrant that Abelle was take my place. The name changed to "Kannan & Co." and the change hurt my father terribly so. There was nothing I could do. I spent countless hours with Maia and soon moved in with her. At 28 I was sleeping with Maia nightly and encompassing each other's powers. I started off as the submissive, the youngest in the pard but soon the most powerful male. Maia urged me to challenge for Nimir-raj, and I did.

Our bodies loved each other and so did our souls. Despite the age difference, we had wanted to grow old together, forever. It didn't last. At thirty one I was made a broken spirit and a dying cat, but I couldn't let it get to me. Maia had been killed and I had been left alone. No amount of time with Lizer could cure me like it had when Maia and I had fought before. We were both his pets, his wereleopards, yes, his, but now I felt like no ones, like nothing. I was a pitiful sight and he knew it. One night as I fed Lizer's desires and let him take me in any way he wished, I let the climax conclude and let my panting voice be heard. "You are holding back. W-what has changed?" I should've felt guilty for letting Lizer cause my climax, but I didn't. He could read me if he chose to, but his vampire powers over me diminished significantly as my own power and aura grew strong. He told me of New York, of Kayla, and how I was needed there, not here. I remained in the magnificent city for many months, and completed almost a year there. Times were getting easier, the Masters changing in time, and as one of his newest pets came into play, his animal to call and strongest servant, I was dismissed of my position rather forcefully. It was just as well, I would move on.

From there I discovered Moorebank, a city I hadn’t realized was as much of a mess as it was. The Masters of the City were unstable, death was running amuck and the pard was a disaster. There was another ‘pack’, one of various species of lycans tended to by Matteo. He and I became friends, though nothing more than polite business accomplices. I made friends, lovers, and almost settled down, but politics were growing ridiculous, and the pard was essentially nonexistent. I know I saved one- but the rest of the pard was chaotic. So many lycans- newly changed and old, crazy. My head was threatened and the craziest of them all, Maalik, confronted me. It was my time to leave, and so I did. I left the pard with nothing but a wishful blow of a kiss and a quiet prayer to those that my heart and responsibilities extended over. A change of scenery was needed, and so I’ve settled here.


Writing Sample: [from when Zaiku was in NYC]
Long legs carried his body relatively proudly along the rather empty city streets. For New York, it was empty, and he wasn't precisely fond of the stillness. His life revolved around city lights and honking horns for many moons now and he was getitng used to the busy world of New York, but tonight more than ever, it felt as if he was lingering within the suburbs of Atlanta. Mind danced about the past at the slight thought of Atlanta, the smirking face of Lizer drifting into his mind. Cool wind passed through him, Lizer entering his thoughts like a spring breeze. The rise and fall of his chest was felt as he breathed in Zaiku's life, unnecessary but a taste of the life he missed. You taste so very good Zaiku... how have you been my pet? the coolness asked, the voice of Lizer entering him through the mark he had given him. It was only the first mark and he hadn't minded it. He was a willing pomme de sang, a willing slave, an obedient pet. Smiling to himself for no others were around, he replied within his mind. Oh I have missed your coolness Lizer as I'm sure you've missed my warmth. I have been well but have been better. Zaiku sighed out loud before continuing, None can replace the feeling I got from being beside you in bed. The rush I got from your bite, the way I could climax time and time again. He stammered, cutting off his memories at that for the images the two of them shared were flashing before them now. Lizer's laugh echoed throughout him before his words followed. You were always a very very good kitty, until you had to be punished; though you never complained even then. He flashed images within Zaiku's mind, images of erotica and blood. The wereleopards nose cringed even now, sensing the sweet coppery taste of his own blood as Lizer had drained him before. Other parts of the Nimir-raj were excited by the mere thought as a soft sigh escaped his lips. Laughter rang out within his mind as Lizer was heard laughing. Zaiku caught an image of what Lizer was doing now- lying within a mass of ebony sheets, nude, and pleased just as much as he. He had fed this night, and it wasn't on Zaiku. Why must you tease me so? Zaiku had asked within his mind before getting a response, Because this night I might lose you forever as my pet- another has come into your great city. So many questions unanswered, but where to begin? I-I... what do you mean? Zaiku's stammered reply had sounded.His name is Kaniel, and even I fear him. The Council fears him and all before him. He is as old as they come and more powerful than even Padma with the beasts. A sigh, I am sure I will lose you, but he will please you in more ways than I ever had. Oh my kitten, I will miss you. The voice disappeared before even Zaiku could respond and the coldness left him with a shudder as reality set in.

So with Lizer's message in mind, he continued forth. He had to stop by the Theatre, find out who reigned now and taste the power of the one that presided over New York City. Visions from memory flashed throughout his mind, Zaiku wishing to curl into a ball and purr helplessly, wishing for Lizer's touch once more. He hadn't realized just how much he missed the contact of another, being the pomme de sang and draining blood each and every night just to sustain his "life". The rush of energy.. it was amazing, and nothing came close to it. They were oh so close to participating in a triumvirate but their goal was never accomplished- Lizer's human servent detested the leopards and refused to give up her soul. Lizer, being the good little Master Vampire he was, refused to go against her will although he could easily roll her mind, body and soul. Maybe this new Master would want a triumvirate... maybe he would succeed. It had taken him so long to surrender to a Master but now he missed it so. So now as Zaiku padded slowly down the City street and ran a hand absently through his long amber locks, he decided where he was going and what he was doing- he was going to approach this new master and his "cabinet" so to speak.

Stopping at last before the double doors to the old theatre, his hand hovered over the handle. Deep breath was taken in, metaphysical shields lowering and letting his beast overwhelm him. The bittersweet scent of Claude was felt wafting through his nares, the thought of her being within the theatre brought a smile to his lips but slight puzzlement overcame him. He knew she worked there, but the club was closed for customers at this hour. Tasting the air, he let the flavors bask over him. Her scent was fresh, within the last half hour. There was another lingering flavor- the undead. Male. Old. Very old. Powerful. Dropping his shields completely, the power of the vampire hit him like a smack in the face, a small yelp escaping his trapt in shock. Drinking the power down, he let a single word echo through his mind for if he would listen, he would feel him knocking along power's door. Hello? he asked boldly, I will greet you in person; I have to meet the one that so subtly calls. Snarl escaped his lips as the beast began to fill him, pacing, trying to force its way out. It was much too close to the full moon to let his beast lurk within, but it wasn't dampered. He didn't try. Purring now as he welcomed the beast, he felt its furred body rub against his innards, slowly clawing its way along him and trying to escape. Throwing open the door with lycanthropic strength, he fell to his knees. Shrieking which turned to a snarl left his lips as the clothes tore from atop him and the skin folded away. Within seconds an ebony leopard stood on the tiled floor. Cursing within his mind, he knew he'd regret this sooner or later- poor Claude had never seen his beast. Oh well.

The leopard moved gracefully along the floor, pausing after a few strides to shake himself and settle the masses of fur that covered his body perfectly. The spotted black on black fur was flawless and silky beneath the fluorescent lighting, chartreuse eyes adjusting to the brightness in a matter of blinks. Senses were keener now that he was in his cat form, nose and ears guiding him to the location where Claude sat and where the male vampire he had sensed stood. Smile of sorts drew itself along his kitty gums, large white incisors visible in said action. Quiet rumble escaped his chasm, pleased with the one that stood before him and the beauty that Claude bore. She was simply dressed but still lithe and gorgeous. Ahem, focus Zaiku. Meeting the vampire's gaze effortlessly for he was Nimir-raj and in his leopard-shift, he opened his trapt to speak. His vox was considerably a few octaves lower, but it didn't much matter. "I am sorry if I have interrupted anything... I am Zaiku, Nimir-raj of this great City. Welcome to New York." Zai didn't even bother mentioning Zalika. Lizer knew more than Zai did and he didn't mind it. If Lizer feared this man, so would he, but for now, he would play good kitty. Purring once more, he let his gaze wash over the entire body of the male. Thoughts, memories- it all brought other parts of Zaiku's furred body to attention, and this time it made it rather apparent that he was fully male.



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Move this to the filing cabinet for inactive/deleted characters... I'm having second thoughts of bringing him here. Maybe I'll have him resurface at another point in time.