The Last of Her Kind
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		<h2 id="linktree">Play-By-Post: Bondage, D/s, S&amp;M =&gt; Bondage: Exotic Solos =&gt; Topic started by: LittleKitten on 13-10-2010, 01:10:17</h2>
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				Title: <strong>The Last of Her Kind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LittleKitten</strong> on <strong>13-10-2010, 01:10:17</strong>
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				Soteria crouches in the bushes, watching the humans. Their setting a camp and her ears lay flat in annoyance. This is her territory! HERS! They haven't the right to be here....Her tail swishes across the ground in helpless rage. She can hardly go up to them and kick them out. She's the last of her kind, the last surviving neko. <br><br>Territory has gotten smaller and smaller. She barely has room to hunt as the humans encroach upon her. She's starving and the human's food is tempting. It'd be rather easy to steal tonight while they sleep.&nbsp; <br>She shivers slightly in the cold air, pulling her coat tighter. She's sick and can't stockpile food so she can rest. Instead she's out hunting everyday and returns home cold and exhausted.<br><br>But this....they have enough food to last a week...Sota smiles to herself and crouches down lower, watching them.<br><br>Night falls and the cooler of food is just....sitting there. She can hear the humans snoring in their tents. Sota snorts, strange creatures humans...<br>On silent feet she pads to the cooler, bending over to peek inside. Oh! Oh that's a wealth of food! She smiles then coughs softly, muffling it with her hand. A second later she coughs again, this time more powerfully. Mentally she curses as she continues to cough, her body punishing her for staying out so late.<br><br>Sota collapses silently to the ground, passing out from hunger, sickness and exhaustion. When the humans find her they find an attractive young woman on the ground. She's no more then 18 and wearing a thick winter parka, despite the slightly cool autumn weather. She's wearing jeans that are slightly too large and is bare foot. Her hair is hidden by the hood.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Last of Her Kind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rollard</strong> on <strong>13-10-2010, 03:29:33</strong>
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				Randy had come to set up camp in this territory at the suggestion of his friends. He had been attending college for the past three years in a row, and he had spent so much time studying that he barely ever went out. He was eventually persuaded to take a semester off to relax and unwind. Randy did not consider himself much of an outdoorsman, but he figured a camping trip could still be worth his time somehow.<br><br>Setting up a campsite on his lonesome was something of a new experience for Randy. It took him hours to pitch the tent and set up everything the way he wanted it to, and when he was done he decided to make himself dinner. While doing so, he heard a noise nearby and went out to investigate.<br><br>He recoiled in shock when he found out that the source of this noise came from a now passed-out, parka-clad girl. When he recovered, he tried to help her, first by tapping her with his foot and shouting "Wake up!", then by calling out for nearby people who might know her, but there was no response. He eventually decided to pick her up and carry her over to his own campsite, setting her down near the fire where he was preparing dinner, and waited for her to come to.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Last of Her Kind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LittleKitten</strong> on <strong>13-10-2010, 03:52:09</strong>
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				Sota stirs slightly at the warmth, blinking her eyes open. Wh...wha?<br>She sits slowly, covering her her mouth as she coughs and looks around
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Last of Her Kind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rollard</strong> on <strong>13-10-2010, 04:13:44</strong>
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				The young man looked to the girl curiously as she finally awakened. He was wearing a jacket over a t-shirt and a pair of sweat pants over some shorts. "Are you okay, miss? I found you passed out nearby. What's your name? I'm Randy...are you hungry?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Last of Her Kind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LittleKitten</strong> on <strong>13-10-2010, 04:20:39</strong>
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				She looks at the human, shaking her head slightly. Did he really not know she was trying to steal food? Her head cocks as she watches him, looking for a weapon. She knows a few of her kind have been captured, kept locked away as pets. She shivers and pulls the coat tighter "f...food would be nice"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Last of Her Kind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rollard</strong> on <strong>13-10-2010, 04:26:46</strong>
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				Randy nodded and smiled to her warmly. He went over to the fire and poured her a bowl of beef stew, handing it to her. "Here you go. You don't look too well...are you all right?" He inquired. "What did you say your name was?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Last of Her Kind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LittleKitten</strong> on <strong>13-10-2010, 04:30:50</strong>
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				She shrugs slightly, ignoring his questions as she devours the soup. God, its been weeks since she had something warm. Usaully she's eating raw mice or small game. she glances up, licking her lips "its...just a cold"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Last of Her Kind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rollard</strong> on <strong>13-10-2010, 04:50:58</strong>
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				Randy nodded to her and sat down on a log beside her. "Pleased to meet you, Just A. Cold." He winked at the girl to let her know he was joking. "However, most people don't pass out from colds..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Last of Her Kind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LittleKitten</strong> on <strong>13-10-2010, 04:54:58</strong>
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				She shrugs slightly, covering her mouth as she coughs again. Soteria doubles over, feeling as if her lungs are coming free as she gasps for air "i...I'm fine...." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Last of Her Kind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rollard</strong> on <strong>13-10-2010, 05:35:32</strong>
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				Randy lowered his eyebrows as he saw her coughing and gasping. "No you're not fine! He swiftly got up and grabbed his notebook computer, which surprisingly enough was able to get reception in this area. He went to a medical website and began to enter in the girl's symptoms, starting with the ones he could see. "Tell me where it hurts. You could be sick with something more severe."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Last of Her Kind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LittleKitten</strong> on <strong>13-10-2010, 05:42:15</strong>
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				Soteria eyes the computer and shakes her head "well lets see. My foots turning green and falling off" She says sarcastically&nbsp; "I'm..." she stops to cough, a deep hacking cough "I'm fine. I'm surviving" She tucks her feet up under herself, trying to warm them
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Last of Her Kind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rollard</strong> on <strong>13-10-2010, 05:58:23</strong>
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				Randy sighed and shook his head, closing his notebook. He got out a blanket and put it over her. "You still haven't told me your name. Who are you? And what are you doing here?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Last of Her Kind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LittleKitten</strong> on <strong>13-10-2010, 06:00:09</strong>
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				Sota glances up at him and sighs softly "Soteria. Soteria An-Saor." She glances down "I..live here" She answers honestly
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Last of Her Kind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rollard</strong> on <strong>13-10-2010, 06:26:48</strong>
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				Randy looked to her and nodded. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Soteria." He extended his hand in greeting, looking curiously to her hair. "Is your house far from here?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Last of Her Kind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LittleKitten</strong> on <strong>13-10-2010, 06:34:48</strong>
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				She cocks her head the shakes it "n...no. I don't have a house"She shrugs "there's a cave, its mostly dry and nothing shares it with me. Why would I live in a house? It'd mean I'd owe someone money. This way I can live alone and live how I please" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Last of Her Kind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rollard</strong> on <strong>13-10-2010, 07:09:38</strong>
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				Randy blinked, looking to her curiously. "You live in a cave, seriously?" He smirked to her. "You can speak English pretty well, all things considered!" He moved closer to her to pull down the hood of her parka. "Hey, let me take a closer look at you...you might not be as okay as you think you are..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Last of Her Kind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LittleKitten</strong> on <strong>13-10-2010, 07:11:45</strong>
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				She jerks back, hissing at him as he touches the hood of her parka "don't!" she says sharply "just...don't ok? I'm fine. I am. I've been on my own awhile. Its just a cold. I can manage" She looks away, shuddering slightly. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Last of Her Kind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rollard</strong> on <strong>13-10-2010, 07:26:23</strong>
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				Randy retracted his hand in surprise as he heard her make a hissing sound. "That...that's an unusual sound to make!" He exclaimed. "Something's not right. At least...let me touch your forehead...you could have a fever as well."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Last of Her Kind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LittleKitten</strong> on <strong>13-10-2010, 07:29:14</strong>
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				"are you a doctor then?" She asks softly, pulling the hood down lower over her face. She can't risk him seeing her ears...She can't have him think of her as anything other then human. Sota shudders voilently with fear, remembering her mother. She escaped the one who found her broken and died soon of her wounds. <br>She can't be caught by a human!<br><br>But his fire is warm and the soup hot... She can stay. She can stay awhile longer...
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Last of Her Kind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rollard</strong> on <strong>13-10-2010, 07:41:34</strong>
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				Randy shrugged. "Well, I know a couple basic things about health..." He said, going to put a hand to Soteria's forehead. As soon as he got it there, however, he swiftly went to pull off the hood of her parka in a quick motion to see what she seemed so intent on hiding.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Last of Her Kind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LittleKitten</strong> on <strong>13-10-2010, 07:44:48</strong>
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				She jerks back, screaming with rage. Her ears instantly go flat against her head, trying to hide amongst her dark brown hair. She hisses again and leaps to her feet. Her foot catches on the back of the table and her jump turns into a sprawl. She lands hard and her ankle snaps, clearly broken.....<br><br>Sota lies there, whimpering with pain and staring at him. Her eyes are dazed and frightened
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Last of Her Kind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rollard</strong> on <strong>13-10-2010, 08:02:22</strong>
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				Randy gasped and jumped at her sudden reaction. When she fell, he went over to her and knelt down.<br><br>"Are you all right? Oh my...what...what are those?" He asked, pointing to her feline ears. "What's going on with you, Soteria?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Last of Her Kind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LittleKitten</strong> on <strong>13-10-2010, 08:08:50</strong>
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				She whimpers softly, raising her head to look at her ankle. Now, she's fucked.....she can't hunt with a broken ankle!<br>Her head turns to look at the man "...i....i think....its broken...." she whispers softly "i...I need you to set and splint it...."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Last of Her Kind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rollard</strong> on <strong>13-10-2010, 14:49:24</strong>
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				Randy nodded sympathetically as he looked to her. "Yes...I will see what I can do..." He went to examine her foot. "And would you mind telling me what's up with the ears?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Last of Her Kind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LittleKitten</strong> on <strong>14-10-2010, 00:31:03</strong>
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				Sota groans with pain as he touchs her then screams out. Its broken...and badly. She lies on the dirt, panting and crying with pain "...just......" she thinks "costume" she says finally, lying desperatly
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Last of Her Kind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rollard</strong> on <strong>14-10-2010, 02:52:24</strong>
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				Randy looked rather concerned when he heard her cries of pain. Deciding not to worry about her ears for now, he went to his vehicle and pulled out a first aid kit. "Hold on..." He carefully pulled her foot back in the direction it was supposed to go, then placed a splint on her leg to hold it in place, securing it with gauze. "There...that should do it for right now..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Last of Her Kind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LittleKitten</strong> on <strong>14-10-2010, 02:57:21</strong>
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				She screams as he turns her foot. Its not set, she can feel the bones moving against eachother instead of together. Sota shakes her head "no, you have to set it! It's not gonna heal right if you don't"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Last of Her Kind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rollard</strong> on <strong>14-10-2010, 03:01:02</strong>
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				Randy carefully moved her foot so that her broken bones would snap back into place before he applied the splint, hoping that First Aid seminar would finally pay off..."Tell me...is this the right way?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Last of Her Kind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LittleKitten</strong> on <strong>14-10-2010, 03:04:26</strong>
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				Sota screams shrilly and passes out from the pain. She lies there limp, her tail uncurling from under her jacket
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Last of Her Kind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rollard</strong> on <strong>14-10-2010, 03:31:40</strong>
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				Randy gasped at the appearance of her tail. What was going on with this woman!? He carefully lifted her again and put her in his tent, lit up by a lantern. He lay her on her back and started to get her out of her clothes to see if she had any other injuries. He felt along her ears and tail to see if they would actually come off like she said they would.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Last of Her Kind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LittleKitten</strong> on <strong>14-10-2010, 03:36:02</strong>
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				Their attached, their real...Her ears twitch at his touch, behaving like a cats would. She unhurt except for her ankle but is running a high fever. She needs help. She won't survive long on her own. She's all skin and bones, Sota's starving
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Last of Her Kind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rollard</strong> on <strong>14-10-2010, 03:53:04</strong>
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				Worried about her condition, Randy scrambled for his cellphone and went to dial 911. "Yes, I've got a woman I found here collapsed at this campsite...her ankle is broken, she's running a high fever, she looks very thin...and she has these unusual features...strange ears...and a tail! I don't know either...what should I do!?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Last of Her Kind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LittleKitten</strong> on <strong>14-10-2010, 03:57:02</strong>
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				The dispatcher takes the information but&nbsp; informs the man that the ears and tail are only very real looking costum parts. She asks him to look for a film crew, thinking she might be an actress and promises to send an ambulence
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Last of Her Kind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rollard</strong> on <strong>14-10-2010, 04:21:06</strong>
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				Randy shrugged a bit and did not bother to correct the person about her ears and tail. They felt a bit too real to be costume parts. He would continue to monitor Sat's condition until the paramedics arrived. When they did, he would ask to come with them to the hospital.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Last of Her Kind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LittleKitten</strong> on <strong>14-10-2010, 04:35:40</strong>
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				The sirens announce the ambulence and Sota stirs slightly, moaning with pain. "oh...wha...?" She looks around at the tent, then hisses as the ambulence pulls up "..no...you didn't"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Last of Her Kind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rollard</strong> on <strong>14-10-2010, 04:39:46</strong>
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				Randy looked down to Sota as she came to once again. "Sota...you're in really bad shape. I'm not going to let you die...whatever you are..." He motioned toward her ears and tail. "Let's see if the paramedics will believe your story about those being part of a costume." He said, standing up as he anticipated the ambulance's arrival.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Last of Her Kind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LittleKitten</strong> on <strong>14-10-2010, 04:47:15</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Sota clutches at him "no! you don't understand...they'll take me" she shudders with fear
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Last of Her Kind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rollard</strong> on <strong>14-10-2010, 05:02:54</strong>
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				Randy looked to the girl, confused. "Take you? You mean, besides to the hospital?" He inquired. He thought about this for a moment and then decided to try something. He would have the hospital staff sign an agreement that they would turn her over to him as soon as she recovered, no questions asked.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Last of Her Kind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LittleKitten</strong> on <strong>14-10-2010, 05:06:27</strong>
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				Tears run down Sota's face "take me...sell me. Like they did to mom....goddess...please"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Last of Her Kind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rollard</strong> on <strong>14-10-2010, 05:14:03</strong>
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				Randy thought about this, and he figured that her unusual features could give her unwanted attention. He went to his vehicle and grabbed a 9mm pistol, loading it and placing it in his pocket before returning to Sota. "I will negotiate with the paramedics to keep your identity a secret. In return, you will be going home with me."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Last of Her Kind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LittleKitten</strong> on <strong>14-10-2010, 21:04:06</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Sota nods slightly, blinking at him. The paramedics enter the campsite and drop their kits "hello? We recieved a call about an injured girl."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Last of Her Kind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rollard</strong> on <strong>14-10-2010, 21:33:00</strong>
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				Randy looked to the ambulance as it arrived and the paramedics had stepped out. "Yes. There's a sick and injured girl here. I will show you where she is on the condition that I may accompany to her hospital and that she is released after her recovery." If they complied, he would point to the tent where she was kept.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Last of Her Kind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LittleKitten</strong> on <strong>14-10-2010, 22:00:04</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The two men shrug "if she wants to go with you..... and wants you to come. Standard proceder and all" He shrugs after he finishes talking and opens her bag "you mentioned high fever and a broken ankle?
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Last of Her Kind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rollard</strong> on <strong>14-10-2010, 22:15:15</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Yes...she said it was okay by me." Randy replied. "And yes...I tried to fix her ankle, but I don't know if I did it right." He said, going to open the tent where Sota was.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Last of Her Kind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LittleKitten</strong> on <strong>15-10-2010, 01:17:28</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Sota looks up and moans with fear as the two men enter. One kneels by her ankle and gently unwraps it "its broken. We need to take her to the hospital." The other pulls out a small kit. He takes her temperature and looks worried. "she's running 103..." <br>They grab the stretcher and gently load her onto it "how'd you get so sick girl?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Last of Her Kind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rollard</strong> on <strong>15-10-2010, 03:41:57</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Randy watched them as they loaded her onto the stretcher. When they put her onto the ambulance, he got into his car and followed them all the way to the hospital, worried for her safety.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Last of Her Kind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LittleKitten</strong> on <strong>15-10-2010, 03:56:04</strong>
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				Sota doesn't speak as the paramedics tend to her. She slaps their hands away from her ears and tail and hisses at them. She watches the trees sped by and fights back terrified tears. <br><br>Arriving at the hospital they wheel her in, annoucing to the staff. She's taken for X-rays and blood work first. They need to figure out whats wrong with her besides the ankle. Its not long before she's wheeled into a room and next to Randy. Her ankles been cast and their listening to her chest and lungs.<br><br>"You have pnumia. And a very bad case of it. You need to be on bedrest" The doctor orders, then looks at the boy "is he your boyfriend?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Last of Her Kind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rollard</strong> on <strong>15-10-2010, 04:49:55</strong>
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				Randy parked at the hospital and waited in the waiting room until he was called into the room where Sota was. He asked to look at her X-rays, as he was also curious about her ears and tail. He hoped the girl would allow him to stay with her, as he promised to protect her.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Last of Her Kind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LittleKitten</strong> on <strong>15-10-2010, 05:22:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sota looks at him, whining softly with fear. She doesn't know what a boyfriend is so she nods slightly "alright. Good." says the doctor. "I'm gonna give you some antibotics. Your gonna get fluids here and after you leave I want you to stay with someone." He looks at Randy "can she stay with you? she needs someone to stay with her 24/7. She's very sick." He turns back to her "you need to stay in bed, stay warm and drink fluids."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Last of Her Kind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rollard</strong> on <strong>15-10-2010, 05:46:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Randy nodded to the doctor as he was asked to stay with her. "Is there a spare bed or something for me?" He asked. He looked to Sota. "I'm not sure what your story is, but it's my job to keep you safe now." He said, putting one of his hands into hers.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Last of Her Kind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LittleKitten</strong> on <strong>15-10-2010, 05:54:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She whimpers softly as the Doctor inserts an IV "no need. This will be done in a few hours. After that you can take her home." He nods and leaves the room, Sota looks over at Randy, eyes terrified "d...don't let them"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Last of Her Kind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rollard</strong> on <strong>15-10-2010, 07:05:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Randy blinked, confused as he heard Sota's plea. "Don't let them? They should make you better. Once I take you home, you will be safe, Sota." He said, squeezing her hand a bit.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Last of Her Kind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LittleKitten</strong> on <strong>15-10-2010, 07:42:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"hurt me...don't let them take me....." she shudders and closes her eyes "please...get me out of here!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Last of Her Kind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rollard</strong> on <strong>15-10-2010, 08:02:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Randy squeezed her hand a little bit more. "You're being irrational. They are not going to take you; they said that you can go home with me when you are recovered, remember?" He pulled up a chair in her room and sat at her side.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Last of Her Kind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LittleKitten</strong> on <strong>15-10-2010, 08:08:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Her eyes close slightly and she coughs, covering her mouth. "goddess" she whispers softly "...you....don't understand. I have to be free"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Last of Her Kind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rollard</strong> on <strong>15-10-2010, 08:45:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Randy looked even more confused. "Why? Why do you say that? You could die if I tried to take you out now. Just rest for now...I don't understand what you are saying...as much as I would like to..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Last of Her Kind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LittleKitten</strong> on <strong>15-10-2010, 08:46:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"last..." she whispers softly "all thats left....I'm the last" she shivers and pulls the blanket higher. "caught ma...tortured her...killed her...." her eyes close for a moment "i'm the last
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Last of Her Kind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rollard</strong> on <strong>15-10-2010, 08:56:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Randy blinked, looking to her ears and tail. "Are you...sure of that? Well, even if that is so...I will make sure nothing happens to you. The doctors promised that I can take you home as soon as you recover, and I will make sure that they stay true to their word..." He opened up his jacket for a moment to reveal the handle of a gun sticking out of the inside pocket. "...no matter what."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Last of Her Kind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LittleKitten</strong> on <strong>18-10-2010, 02:47:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sota blinks at the pistol. She'd seen them. Men raise then and a deer drops dead, its a cowardly way to hunt and her lips curl back in distaste. But...she supposes they need the help. Their loud and have no natural weapons. She atleast has her claws.<br>Sota nods slightly and closes her eyes as she coughs.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Last of Her Kind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rollard</strong> on <strong>18-10-2010, 05:48:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Randy continued to sit by her side, leaning forward towards her. "So what was your kind like? How did your people get those ears and tail? I have never seen anyone quite like you..." He said, trying to make conversation to pass the time until her recovery.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Last of Her Kind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LittleKitten</strong> on <strong>18-10-2010, 06:04:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sota hisses at him to be silent as a nurse comes in. She checks the IV then removes the empty bag, the needle is pulled from her arm and a bandaid applied. "the doctor will be in shortly with your discharge instructions." She smiles and leaves. Sota watches her with fear in her eyes "....get me out!" she snaps at Randy
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Last of Her Kind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rollard</strong> on <strong>18-10-2010, 07:21:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Randy remained silent as the nurse came in and nodded wordlessly to her. He looked to Sota as she spoke to him afterward. "Calm down, what the doctor says could be important in saving your life."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Last of Her Kind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LittleKitten</strong> on <strong>18-10-2010, 08:39:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sota hisses at him softly then falls silent as the doctor arrives. He looks the two over then hands Sota discharge instructions. "your confined to bedrest. I want you back here in a week for a check up." He sets an inhaler on the table "your to use this if breathing ever becomes difficult." He then hands her a script for cough medicine and antibotics "take the cough medicine 3 times a day and the antibotics 4." <br><br>Sota nods slightly, pretending to read the papers "if you get worse then come back" He indicates where she should sign to show she understands her discharge instructions. Sota turns a desperate look to Randy
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Last of Her Kind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rollard</strong> on <strong>19-10-2010, 00:09:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Randy looked to the papers and shrugged, looking back to the doctor. "Any information a doctor has about a patient is kept confidential, correct?" He wondered if anyone else knew that the girl's ears and tail were not just a costume. "Sotaria, can you write?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Last of Her Kind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LittleKitten</strong> on <strong>19-10-2010, 01:34:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The doctor nods "of course. The court has to issue a warrent to force me to reveal what I know. Those are very rare." He looks down at the girl "and something like the fact you can't write will only get me to advise you to return to school. No court will issue a warrent for that"<br><br>Sota looks down and shakes her head "no....no one taught me. Mom didn't know how to write either"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Last of Her Kind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rollard</strong> on <strong>19-10-2010, 07:11:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Regardless..." Randy said to the doctor, "I will be taking custody of the girl. Hand me whatever paperwork there is for that and we will be on our way as soon as we can." He looked to the doctor and then to Sota. He hoped that he wouldn't have any troubles with anyone. Randy had a strong sense of justice in his heart that would sometimes erupt in firey passion if he felt it. No researcher is going to dissect this poor little girl in the name of science!
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Last of Her Kind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LittleKitten</strong> on <strong>19-10-2010, 07:13:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The doctor shakes his head "no, law requires her to sign. I'm going to go and if she's signed by the time I get back....." He trails off and leaves the room, closing the door softly behind him. Sota looks desperatly at Rady "I can't....can't write....please"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Last of Her Kind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rollard</strong> on <strong>19-10-2010, 07:30:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Randy waited for the doctor to leave before he responded to Sota. "Hmmm...perhaps I should sign for you?" He inquired. "If you haven't ever signed your name before, they won't be able to do a handwriting analysis, so they would not know if it were me that signed for you..." He picked up the pen and prepared to write a signature for the catgirl, looking to see if she had any objections.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Last of Her Kind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LittleKitten</strong> on <strong>19-10-2010, 07:44:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Soteria" she whispers softly "soteria an-saor. Soteria the free" She closes her eyes as she drops off the bed. She stands, weaving slightly and shakes herself. Her feet are covered only in the socks the hospital insists she wear as she has no shoes or socks of her own.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Last of Her Kind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rollard</strong> on <strong>20-10-2010, 03:58:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Randy nodded and handed her the pen. "I have a better idea, actually." He said. "In the event that you are unable to write...well, just put a mark of your own on the line, and that will be your signature!" He handed the catgirl the paper and pointed to the line she needed to sign on. "Just write whatever comes to mind..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Last of Her Kind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LittleKitten</strong> on <strong>20-10-2010, 04:03:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She glares at him "write...i dunno how. I can't read or write. I've had no academic education" she sighs softly and draws a pair of cat ears as the doctor returns. He takes the discharage papers and hands her a copy. He nods at Randy "take her home, give her a warm bath and the medicine. She'll need to eat even if she isn't hungry"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Last of Her Kind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rollard</strong> on <strong>20-10-2010, 04:25:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Randy smiled as he watched Soteria draw the cat ears and then looked to the doctor taking the papers. "Very well, thank you for your time." He said to the doctor as he accepted the medicine. He examined the bottle and its contents, then looked to Soteria. "Can you walk?" He inquired, standing and holding out his hand for her to take to lead her out of the hospital.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Last of Her Kind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LittleKitten</strong> on <strong>20-10-2010, 04:26:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She shakes her head slowly as a nurse wheels in a chair before handing Randy a pair of crutches. "she needs to use these for atleast amonth. After that we need to take more x-rays to see if the cast can come off"<br>She helps Sota into the chair and wheels her off "where a re you parked sir?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Last of Her Kind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rollard</strong> on <strong>20-10-2010, 04:39:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Randy took the crutches and held them over one arm as Soteria was put into the wheelchair. "All right Soteria, let me take you there." He pushed her out of the room and the hospital, going through the parking lot until he reached his car. "Hmmm...the problem here is that my car doesn't have a lift for wheelchairs..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Last of Her Kind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LittleKitten</strong> on <strong>20-10-2010, 04:43:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The nurse chuckles and helps Sota into the car "the chair stays here. She has to use the crutches." She pats Sota's arm gently and leaves with the chair. Sota leans back, looking around the car. She's never been in one before and she's very curious "how does it move?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Last of Her Kind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rollard</strong> on <strong>20-10-2010, 04:58:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Randy smiled a bit at her question, thinking it to be a bit of a cute thing to ask. "Well, Soteria, it's got some interesting mechanisms inside to make it run." He said as she was put in the passenger's seat and the nurse left. "But it all starts with this..." He placed his car key into the ignition and turned it, starting up the engine. The dashboard sprung to life with lights and displays. He grabbed the gear shift to put it in reverse and pulled the car out of its parking spot, and then he slowly began to drive out of the parking lot as he switched on the headlights. "Just relax, no one's going to hurt you here."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Last of Her Kind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LittleKitten</strong> on <strong>20-10-2010, 05:07:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sota screams as the car moves backward. Her claws sink into the dashboard, leaving deep gashes as she looks around wildly "oh!goddess!" she screams. Her body turns to face him with wide, scared eyes
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Last of Her Kind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rollard</strong> on <strong>20-10-2010, 05:36:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Randy reached over to put his right hand on Soteria's left shoulder. "Hey, calm down, Sota." He said to her calmly. "I told you to relax." He gave her shoulder a gentle pat. "You did fine in the ambulance, you got to your destination safely." He reached to turn on the radio to a moderately low volume to get her to calm down. "Here, listen to some music."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Last of Her Kind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LittleKitten</strong> on <strong>20-10-2010, 05:40:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She hisses at the strange sounds coming from the...door? what...?! She looks around, twisting wildly then slowly sinks back against the seat. "there" she points to a bar "I need a drink...."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Last of Her Kind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rollard</strong> on <strong>20-10-2010, 06:01:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"A drink?" Randy thought for a moment and then reached over to the back seat, where there was a cooler. "I have water bottles in there. Do you need help getting them open?" He asked. By this point the car had made it out to the highway while the DJ on the radio station spoke.<br><br>"Next up on tonight's setlist we have a classic by AC/DC called 'You Shook Me All Night Long'. Enjoy the music."<br>The music began to play.<br>AC/DC - You Shook Me All Night Long (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=81VPZ9_r2PE#)
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Last of Her Kind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LittleKitten</strong> on <strong>20-10-2010, 06:09:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sota shakes her head "no.." She watches the bar disapear "its...amazing what you can get as a single neko on all hallow's eve at those places. I want a beer"<br>She leans back and sighs, covering her ears at the music. She's used to the sounds of nature and this is...grating for her
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Last of Her Kind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rollard</strong> on <strong>20-10-2010, 06:30:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Randy turned down the music as he heard her speak. "Oh? How did you get that before?" He asked. He dug blindly in the cooler while watching the road until he found a can of beer. He pulled it out from where it was buried in the ice and handed it over to Sota. "Is this what You're looking for?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Last of Her Kind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LittleKitten</strong> on <strong>20-10-2010, 07:07:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She stares at it a moment and takes it "ye...yes. I go to bars on all hallow's." She repeats "they think its a costume and buy me things" She looks up at Randy and sighs softly "i...i don't like this thing. I'd rather walk"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Last of Her Kind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rollard</strong> on <strong>20-10-2010, 07:11:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Bars, huh..." Randy nodded a bit. When he heard that she would rather walk, he couldn't help but laugh. "Walk? In your condition!?" He motioned to her cast. "Well anyways, we're almost to my home, so yeah, it would be better this way. Now, the doctor said I should give you a warm bath..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Last of Her Kind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LittleKitten</strong> on <strong>20-10-2010, 07:20:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sota lays her ears flat. She doesn't like water that much nor bathing in winter. The lake is always half frozen. She shakes her head "bath and warm......how do you plan on pulling that off? Besides, I see no lake or river here" 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Last of Her Kind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rollard</strong> on <strong>20-10-2010, 07:38:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Randy smiled at her question. "Oh, that's easy, Soteria." He said as they eventually pulled up into his driveway. "There is plenty of warm water in my house for you to bathe in." He got out of the car after turning it off and stepped out, going to help Sota out and into his house.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Last of Her Kind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LittleKitten</strong> on <strong>20-10-2010, 07:42:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sota struggles with the crutches but with help makes it up the stairs. She ballences near the door and waits for him to open it "i...i can go back" she whispers "you don't have to care for me"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Last of Her Kind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rollard</strong> on <strong>20-10-2010, 07:50:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Randy shook his head at her words. "No you can't. You weren't doing so well at all when I found you, and you're quite vulnerable out in the wild." He said, opening the door for her. Once she got inside he followed her in and locked the door behind him. "Now, follow me." He lead her to a bathroom in his house, complete with a bathtub. He turned on the faucet and warm water began to fill the tub.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Last of Her Kind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LittleKitten</strong> on <strong>20-10-2010, 08:09:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sota limps behind him, looking around at the house. Its warm...and dry inside. Strange, her cave is always damp, even in summer. She pulls her coat off silently, revealing her ragged jeans and thin, torn t-shirt. No wonder she got sick, she's almost naked!<br>She eyes the tub silently and pulls her shirt then her jeans off.<br>Sota stands there naked, shivering slightly
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Last of Her Kind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rollard</strong> on <strong>20-10-2010, 08:25:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Randy's house was only a single story, which was suitable for him as he was living alone. The rooms included a foyer, living room, dining room, kitchen, bedroom, two bathrooms, and a basement.<br><br>As he filled the tub with warm water he blushed as he looked to Soteria as she was now naked. His eyes studied her nude body with equal parts intrigue and lust...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Last of Her Kind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LittleKitten</strong> on <strong>20-10-2010, 08:34:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She's nicely formed, if a little thin. She's clearly been starving and her ribs are almost showing...<br>She shivers and steps into the water. Her legs are long and shapely, ending in a perky heart shaped ass. Her tail swishes slightly, brushing over the gentle curve with each stroke. <br>Her body curves inwards at the waist then gently slopes out at her breasts. Their large, perky and toped with hard rosy nipples
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Last of Her Kind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rollard</strong> on <strong>21-10-2010, 05:13:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Randy blushed as he saw Soteria nude. He hadn't expected her to do this. "Oh...umm...I guess you don't mind being naked in front of a man, then." He said, then gently grabbed her and lowered her body into the tub, positioning her so that her cast-encased leg would be sticking out of the tub. He felt even more aroused touching her naked skin. "Umm...ah, you must be hungry as well..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Last of Her Kind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LittleKitten</strong> on <strong>21-10-2010, 05:16:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sota leans back in the warmth, stretching out slightly "born naked...and we die naked" she whispers between yawns. She's very tired and the warm water is only relaxing her. She stretches again and sighs softly, eyes closing
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Last of Her Kind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rollard</strong> on <strong>21-10-2010, 05:24:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Randy blinked at her comment. "Huh, not so sure about that last part..." He said. "Is there anything I can get for you to eat? Even if you're not hungry you should certainly get something. Perhaps an apple would do?" He inquired, looking over Sota's naked form. He wondered if her catlike features extended to her sense of smell as well, and if she could smell arousal.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Last of Her Kind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LittleKitten</strong> on <strong>21-10-2010, 05:49:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Her eyes open slowly "do you have milk? some warm milk and bread would be nice" She smiles slightly at him, wiggling deeper into the warm water "how...how is it warm? and shipped her?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Last of Her Kind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rollard</strong> on <strong>21-10-2010, 06:33:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Randy nodded to the catgirl and smiled, happy to be able to serve her. He went into the kitchen and returned less than a minute later with milk and bread in hand, holding the items out for her over the tub. "As for the water, well...there are networks of pipes all over the city that pump water through them...to put it simply. Are you feeling any better?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Last of Her Kind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LittleKitten</strong> on <strong>25-10-2010, 02:08:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She nods slightly, dipping the bread into the milk. She laps at the soaked bread and eats it slowly, happy to have something in her belly <br>"how is it heated?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Last of Her Kind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rollard</strong> on <strong>25-10-2010, 02:47:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Randy watched her eat as he pulled up a chair near the bathtub. "The bread? It's heated with a toaster, of course. The water, well, there is something in houses that happens to be called a water heater."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Last of Her Kind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LittleKitten</strong> on <strong>25-10-2010, 03:12:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sota draws her knees up as she sips the milk slowly, waiting for him to tell her more "is it expensive to live here? W..whats your job?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Last of Her Kind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rollard</strong> on <strong>25-10-2010, 04:57:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Randy shrugged as he looked to the catgirl. "Well, in these parts, not very. Me, I make a living working for a software company. They pay pretty well, all things considered. But I'm on vacation now."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Last of Her Kind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LittleKitten</strong> on <strong>25-10-2010, 05:15:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"c...can you get me a job?" she whispers "i..i don't want to live outside anymore....." She looks down, knowing she'd have died if he hadn't saved her
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Last of Her Kind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rollard</strong> on <strong>25-10-2010, 05:22:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Randy stroked his chin as he thought about what she had said. "Hmmm...well...it's only going to be so long before they figure out it's not a costume..." He pointed to her unusual ears. "So how are you going to explain it? I don't think it would be wise to draw so much attention to yourself." He went to pat her on the head consolingly.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Last of Her Kind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LittleKitten</strong> on <strong>25-10-2010, 05:39:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She gives him a look...the annoyed female look....as he pats her on the head "then what? I go back outside and starve if I can't hunt enough or get sick?" She leans back "can't...I dunno....aren't there places where a girl is almost always in costume?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Last of Her Kind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rollard</strong> on <strong>25-10-2010, 05:47:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Randy looked as though a lightbulb in his head went off at Soteria's last statement. "Why, as a matter of fact, I do believe there is such a place!" He rifled through his pockets and pulled out a flier, which he unfolded to show to her. "It's a new restaurant called the Cat's Meow, and they're hiring waitresses." The flyer displayed the restaurant and a scantily-clad smiling woman holding a tray, wearing a pair of novelty cat ears and a cat tail belt. "You can just tell them you got part of the uniform ahead of time." He said, wondering what she would make of it.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Last of Her Kind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LittleKitten</strong> on <strong>25-10-2010, 05:48:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sota cocks her head slightly "but...those ears are clearly fake....." She doesn't seem to mind the uniform the woman is wearing, in fact Sota seems to have no issues with nudity or her body. She looks it over and nods "but...whats a waitress?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Last of Her Kind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rollard</strong> on <strong>25-10-2010, 05:57:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Yes, they are fake, but you would still fit right in." Randy's voice was assuring. "As a waitress, you will be taking orders from the customers and bringing them the food they ordered. Although, since you can't write, you will need something to remember what they ordered. Man, I have to teach you to write one of these days..." He said. "We can go there tomorrow and submit an application, if you would like." He said, turning his attention once again to Soteria's body, imagining what she might look like in that uniform...though it seemed silly now since she currently had on nothing at all.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Last of Her Kind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LittleKitten</strong> on <strong>25-10-2010, 06:00:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"how...how would I get to the resturant? I can't walk far in this cast..." She sighs and leans back, closing her eyes "nor can I hunt......" She swears softly
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Last of Her Kind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rollard</strong> on <strong>25-10-2010, 06:07:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Randy looked to her cast and started to laugh. "Oh! Of course! I can't believe I forgot about that!" He exclaimed. "Yeah, you'll have to wait until your leg is better, and I will drive you to the restaurant." He put his hand on her head, and slowly moved it down to her shoulder. "And as long as you live with me, you won't have to hunt again." He added, slowly tracing his hand down to one of Soteria's breasts.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Last of Her Kind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LittleKitten</strong> on <strong>25-10-2010, 06:15:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sota shivers slightly, eyes following his hand. Her ears are flat as she raises her eyes to look at him but she doesn't say anything. She isn't sure what to say. She shifts slightly in the water "i...its getting cold" she whispers
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Last of Her Kind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rollard</strong> on <strong>25-10-2010, 06:20:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Randy blinked as he looked to the water, taking his hand off of Soteria. "Hmmm...perhaps you've been soaking in the water long enough? I can help you get out and dry off, and then I should show you where we will be sleeping..." He said as he looked to the catgirl's body lustfully.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Last of Her Kind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LittleKitten</strong> on <strong>25-10-2010, 06:37:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"we?" she whispers softly. Sota holds her arms out, letting him help her out of the tub and gently towel her dry. She watches him, studying him as she thinks. She knows...what her choices are and she's scared of the one she has to make to survive. She's never...slept with a man before and neko's are very fertile. Its something her mother always warned her about
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Last of Her Kind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rollard</strong> on <strong>25-10-2010, 06:46:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Randy nodded to her with a smile as he gently pulled Soteria out of the bathtub and dried off her body with a towel. "Sota...I find your uniqueness very attractive, and you have an amazing body. I was wondering if you would be interested in doing something fun with me..." He handed her her crutches so that she may follow him to the bedroom. The bed was large enough for two people, after all.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Last of Her Kind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LittleKitten</strong> on <strong>25-10-2010, 06:49:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"something fun...you..you mean sex?" Her head cocks as she follows him slowly "i...i am not sure. I have never.....done that and....." she looks at the floor "i do not want a litter"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Last of Her Kind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rollard</strong> on <strong>25-10-2010, 06:57:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Randy looked a little surprised that Soteria knew where he was going with this. He motioned for her to sit down on the side of the bed. "Huh...you figured it out..." He said as he looked over her naked body. "But then again...how else is your race going to survive?" He added. "Is there anyone who you would want to procreate with more than me?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Last of Her Kind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LittleKitten</strong> on <strong>25-10-2010, 07:01:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She shakes her head slowly "no, you've been..kind. which is...more then I expected from a human." She clasps her hands together "but what if I do litter? I can't raise.....not alone!" 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Last of Her Kind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rollard</strong> on <strong>25-10-2010, 07:04:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Randy took one of her hands and held it tenderly. "I will help raise your children, Soteria. Under our care I would think they would have a better chance of survival." He smiled and kissed her passionately on the lips.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Last of Her Kind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LittleKitten</strong> on <strong>25-10-2010, 07:13:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sota looks up at him, blinking slightly as he bends down to kiss her. Her mouth opens slightly with a confused mew, letting his tongue in. She&nbsp; shivers, unsure of what to do as she slowly wraps her arms around his neck "i...what do i do?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Last of Her Kind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rollard</strong> on <strong>25-10-2010, 07:34:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Randy leaned in to slip his tongue into her mouth for a bit as he kissed her. When he pulled away he spoke, "Don't worry, Soteria. Just lay on your back." He motioned to the bed, and offered to help her lay down. "I would like for you to enjoy this, so I would like you to tell me if you're feeling good or not."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Last of Her Kind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LittleKitten</strong> on <strong>25-10-2010, 07:42:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She lies back slowly, looking at him curiously "i...i will" she murmers softly. Her hands clench in the blanket nervously as she slides back at little. Her breasts rise and fall as she waits, unsure of the next step<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Last of Her Kind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rollard</strong> on <strong>25-10-2010, 07:52:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Randy knelt down over the neko on the bed and leaned in to give her a short kiss. His hands went down to grope and fondle her breasts slowly and gently. "Here...let's take this one step at a time...how does this feel?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Last of Her Kind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LittleKitten</strong> on <strong>25-10-2010, 12:56:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sota jerks slightly, uttering a soft moan of surprised pleasure as he touches her. She arches slightly, eyes closing as she nods. The sensations are...pleasant....in an odd sort of way. Her legs clench nervously, fighting the urge to open wide for him. She finds herself getting wet and her brow furrows in confusion
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Last of Her Kind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rollard</strong> on <strong>26-10-2010, 05:06:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Randy smiled at the way Soteria was reacting to his touching her. "Feels good, right?" He slowly slipped one hand down to the catgirl's crotch, where he rubbed a finger over her slit tenderly while his other hand continued to knead one of her breasts.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Last of Her Kind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LittleKitten</strong> on <strong>26-10-2010, 05:09:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sota bites her lip, arching slightly against his hand. She moans softly, legs spreading for him. She's wet and growing more so as he teases and touches her "i...i..." she stammers, noding slightly
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Last of Her Kind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rollard</strong> on <strong>26-10-2010, 05:24:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Randy smiled and pulled his hands away from her, wondering if she'd protest. He stood back up and began to undress. Soteria could tell that he tried to keep himself in shape, and he was quite aroused from all the sexual tension. "Are you ready for this?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Last of Her Kind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LittleKitten</strong> on <strong>26-10-2010, 05:46:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sota watches him, letting her eyes wander over his body. She nods slowly, rolling over to make room for him on the bed "y..yes, I think so.....it...won't hurt?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Last of Her Kind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rollard</strong> on <strong>26-10-2010, 06:23:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Randy shrugged as he positioned himself over her. "It will only sting for a moment, but don't worry..." As the neko's legs were parted, he carefully pressed his erect length against her slit and then thrust it all the way in, breaking through her hymen in the process. He slowly pulled himself most of the way out, then pushed himself back into her folds. "There, you're through the worst of it, now for the best..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Last of Her Kind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LittleKitten</strong> on <strong>26-10-2010, 06:36:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sota jerks and cries out softly as he presses through her hymen. Tears spring to her eyes as she grips his shoulders, holding him still above her. She shivers slightly, panting softly as she lies under him, slowly her hands relax and allow him to thrust
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Last of Her Kind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rollard</strong> on <strong>26-10-2010, 07:08:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The young man smiled as she allowed him to thrust into her, and he began to do so. He began thrusting his shaft in and out of the neko at a slow and steady pace, but he slowly sped up to maximize their pleasure. He leaned in to kiss her while they did so.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Last of Her Kind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LittleKitten</strong> on <strong>26-10-2010, 07:21:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sota wiggles under him, sighing softly with pleasure as he kisses her. Her hands clench slightly in the blankets as she looks at him, blinking slowly. Her hips arch up slightly, body clenching aroundhim
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Last of Her Kind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rollard</strong> on <strong>26-10-2010, 07:37:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Randy continued to penetrate her, feeling the way her body reacted to him as he worked on building up their excitement. He reached his hands down to grope her breasts at the same time to bring her more stimulation, wondering how much it would take to get this sweet catgirl to come.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Last of Her Kind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LittleKitten</strong> on <strong>26-10-2010, 07:51:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sota arches up and moans softly, pressing her body against his hands. She's purring softly and her tail wraps gently around his leg, holding him against her as she arches and grinds
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Last of Her Kind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rollard</strong> on <strong>26-10-2010, 07:57:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				As he kissed her on the cheek once again, Randy went to study Soteria's facial expressions, seeing how that and the sounds she was making told him how much she was enjoying this. He too was grunting with pleasure with each thrust. He was starting to fill her insides with his precum, and his climax would be not far behind now...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Last of Her Kind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LittleKitten</strong> on <strong>26-10-2010, 08:43:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sota moans softly, arching up as she clenches. Her eyes are wide as waves of pleasure sweep over her, her hips jerk and arch and soft moans escape her lips as she orgasms
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Last of Her Kind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rollard</strong> on <strong>26-10-2010, 18:11:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Randy could feel the neko's orgasm pouring out over his shaft. He grunted and soon released his own climax as well, filling Soteria's inner folds with his hot seed. He slowly then pulled himself out of her and went to lay beside her on the bed, panting heavily in the afterglow of their sex. "Did...how did it feel, Soteria?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Last of Her Kind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LittleKitten</strong> on <strong>26-10-2010, 23:26:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sota smiles slightly, her body slowly relaxing as she nestles against him. She's tired now and her legs close slightly then open suddenly. She's...sticky down there....She raises up slightly to look at it then look at him "...it....it was..good..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Last of Her Kind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rollard</strong> on <strong>27-10-2010, 07:48:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Randy looked over to Soteria as she pressed herself against him. He noticed that she was looking down between her legs and smiled a bit. "Hmmm...perhaps you would like to wash yourself again before going to bed? Do you need any help?" He asked, concerned.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Last of Her Kind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LittleKitten</strong> on <strong>28-10-2010, 08:00:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sota nods slowly, blushing as she looks down "it....it feels....strange" she whispers softly as she sits up
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Last of Her Kind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rollard</strong> on <strong>28-10-2010, 08:03:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Cyris blinked curiously. "Hmmm? Well, I guess it's to be expected from your first time..." He said. "Still, do you need help?" He got up from the bed and went to dress himself.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Last of Her Kind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LittleKitten</strong> on <strong>28-10-2010, 08:10:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sota nods slightly, standing and ballencing on her leg. She can't really walk without help and getting into the tub would be....incredbly hard. She sighs softly and watches him "Why...dress?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Last of Her Kind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rollard</strong> on <strong>28-10-2010, 08:18:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Randy chuckled to her a bit. "You don't have to get dressed...you're fine right now." He went to carefully pick up the catgirl and carry her in his arms back to the bathroom, where he placed her in the bathtub and turned the water on again. "Now, let's get you washed up again..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Last of Her Kind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LittleKitten</strong> on <strong>28-10-2010, 08:23:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sota looks up at him from the tub, swallowing hard. She hadn't like him picking her up but there's little risk of him dropping her. She's thin and light.She sighs softly and splashes the water over herself quickly, what little energy she had fading
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Last of Her Kind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rollard</strong> on <strong>28-10-2010, 08:32:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				After he was sure that Soteria had cleaned herself, he lifted her out of the tub again and dried her off with the towel. He then carried her back to the bedroom and lay her on one side of the bed while he go to lay on the other, not seeming to mind having to carry her around. "So tell me, Soteria, what do you think of me? Do you feel safe with me? Do you want to continue living here?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Last of Her Kind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LittleKitten</strong> on <strong>28-10-2010, 08:37:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sota utters a soft sound as he picks her up and lies her on the bed. She rolls over and draws her legs up, curling up tightly "i...yes?" Her brow furrows in confusion "i do....and i would....w...why?" She raises her head, looking at him
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Last of Her Kind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rollard</strong> on <strong>28-10-2010, 08:51:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Randy smiled warmly and leaned in to kiss the catgirl, speaking afterwards. "That means a lot to me. I've been looking for the girl of my dreams, and it seems like now she has finally fallen into my lap." He said as he looked into her eyes. "Well...I don't know yet, but please know that I want to protect you. So please, stay with me." His voice was sounding softer than usual at this point.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Last of Her Kind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LittleKitten</strong> on <strong>28-10-2010, 08:56:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sota shakes her head "thats impossible. I didn't fall into your lap, you didn't catch when i fell. I fell onto the ground and I can't be the girl of your dreams. Dreams aren't real and based on your surprise at seeing my ears you did not dream of a neko..." she states softly after returning his kiss
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Last of Her Kind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rollard</strong> on <strong>28-10-2010, 09:02:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Randy shook his head. "No, no, that's not what I meant. By falling into my lap I meant that you would find me, as if by chance. And by dreams, I mean dreams of a woman ideal for me...I may not have had someone like you in mind at first, but now that I look at you, those ears and that tail are really quite something..." He went to run his hand along her tail softly.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Last of Her Kind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LittleKitten</strong> on <strong>28-10-2010, 09:03:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				It twitches slightly at his touch as Sota raises her head to look at him. She yawns softly and nestles against him "i think I'm too tired to understand"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Last of Her Kind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rollard</strong> on <strong>28-10-2010, 09:08:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The young man nodded to her as well, looking quite tired himself. "Well, all right then. There will be more to do in the morning. Good night, Soteria..." and with those words he slowly drifted off to sleep.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Last of Her Kind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LittleKitten</strong> on <strong>28-10-2010, 09:12:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sota lies there a few minutes, nestled against his side for warmth. After awhile she stretches against him and yawns, letting herself drift to sleep
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Last of Her Kind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rollard</strong> on <strong>28-10-2010, 09:16:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Randy went to hold Soteria closer to him as he slept, feeling the warmth of her body against his. He would awaken the next morning to make adjustments for the new resident of his house.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Last of Her Kind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LittleKitten</strong> on <strong>29-10-2010, 02:54:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				sota wakes slowly, unwilling to leave the bed. Its warm...she's warm and comfterable. She sighs softly and yawns, sitting up. Randy is no where to be seen and her ears flatten in fear and distress "h...hello?" she calls out
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Last of Her Kind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rollard</strong> on <strong>29-10-2010, 05:53:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				A minute after she awoke, Randy came into the room with a warm smile on his face. "Hey, good morning Soteria! Did you sleep well? I made breakfast for you." He held out a tray of scrambled eggs, bacon, and toast. "It might not be what you're used to, but I recommend giving it a try."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Last of Her Kind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LittleKitten</strong> on <strong>03-11-2010, 16:41:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She sniffs the eggs, ears back in confusion then reaches out to take the plate. She looks up at him, head cocked slightly "i...i could have cooked." 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Last of Her Kind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rollard</strong> on <strong>05-11-2010, 19:58:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Randy blinked a little at her statement. "While in a leg cast? I don't think so. Besides, you probably wouldn't know how to use most of the things in a kitchen." He said. "I'll have to teach you that as well. For now, though, eat up."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Last of Her Kind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LittleKitten</strong> on <strong>09-11-2010, 12:01:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sota shrugs "its fire. I cook over a fire. I mean...really how different could it be." She shakes her head slightly and begins to eat, watching him silently
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Last of Her Kind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rollard</strong> on <strong>10-11-2010, 05:50:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Randy nodded to Soteria. "Yes, it does use fire, and that is exactly why I will not permit it right now. I do not want you setting my house aflame." He said to her sternly, then smiled and sat down beside her to have his share of the breakfast.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Last of Her Kind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LittleKitten</strong> on <strong>10-11-2010, 07:35:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She leans against him, purring softly with pleasure at the simple touch
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Last of Her Kind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rollard</strong> on <strong>10-11-2010, 07:58:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Randy smiled at the affectionate gesture that the catgirl gave him. "My...you seem awfully friendly..." He said to her warmly, putting an arm around her shoulder. "Oh, and is your leg feeling any better?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Last of Her Kind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LittleKitten</strong> on <strong>10-11-2010, 08:00:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She nods slightly, looking down at the bulky cast "it...doesn't hurt as much....." She sighs softly "and my cold is feeling much better too"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Last of Her Kind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rollard</strong> on <strong>10-11-2010, 08:03:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Randy nodded and smiled warmly to the neko. "That's good...very good to hear." He said to her. "Hopefully you'll make a full recovery sooner or later." He then turned his attention to her naked body. "Hmmm...perhaps we should get you into some clothes?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Last of Her Kind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LittleKitten</strong> on <strong>10-11-2010, 08:06:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She looks down and makes a face "no. The shirts too big, the pants are too tight. I'd rather be naked"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Last of Her Kind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rollard</strong> on <strong>10-11-2010, 08:11:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Randy blinked in disbelief and smiled a bit. "Oh, well, if that's what the problem is, we could find you different clothes, then, right?" He said as he looked to her again, curious if she had any hair between her legs. "Although, I guess you're nice to look at, and I don't plan on having anyone over any time soon..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Last of Her Kind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LittleKitten</strong> on <strong>10-11-2010, 08:30:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Like all her body hair its very soft and short, almost invisible. She looks up at him, stretched her injured leg slightly "how do i pay for the new clothes?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Last of Her Kind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rollard</strong> on <strong>12-11-2010, 03:42:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well..." Randy began as he thought about it. "You can wear my spare clothes I suppose, and since you should be getting a job when your leg heals, you can work to pay for them. How does that sound?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Last of Her Kind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LittleKitten</strong> on <strong>12-11-2010, 03:45:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She nods slightly "thank you" She purrs slightly, smiling up at him
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Last of Her Kind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rollard</strong> on <strong>12-11-2010, 03:58:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Randy smiled to her and gently ran his fingers through her hair. "Well then, I will have to see what I can do to get you the job there..." He went to retrieve the flyer for The Cat's Meow that he had showed her last night.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Last of Her Kind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LittleKitten</strong> on <strong>15-11-2010, 05:17:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sota reaches for it and looks at the pictures. "will it matter? that I can't read?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Last of Her Kind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rollard</strong> on <strong>15-11-2010, 07:16:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Randy nodded to the catgirl. "Most likely, yes. You are not very likely to be hired if you are unable to read or write, unless perhaps you get a job that doesn't require it that much..." He said, looking at the available jobs. "Hmmm...looks like they have...dancers at this place as well?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Last of Her Kind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LittleKitten</strong> on <strong>16-11-2010, 08:20:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Dancers?" Her head cocks slightly "i could do that....I've been told i'm a very good dancer!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Last of Her Kind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rollard</strong> on <strong>18-11-2010, 05:19:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Randy tilted his head to one side slightly, curious about her claim. "Hmm...really? Who has told you that, I wonder?" He asked. Do you think you would be able to dance right now? Or is your leg still in pretty bad shape?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Last of Her Kind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LittleKitten</strong> on <strong>22-11-2010, 14:35:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sota smiles slightly at Randy "oh, men at bars. I dance on halloween for money and food." she stretches and leans back, eyes closing&nbsp; slightly "one even bought me a costum to dance in!"<br><br>Its mere weeks before the doctors agree to take her out of the cast. She's completely healed and while it puzzles the doctors they accept her explantation of good genes.&nbsp; She's clearly thrilled to be out of the cast but nervous over dancing at the club. She's never had a job before and the thought terrifies her. Neko's are supposed to be free, wild and untamed. She's getting a job and living with a man as more or less his pet. <br><br>She sighs softly as they pull into the campsite where they first met. She has to get her things and even has Randy's suitcase to pack them in. As she trots off alone she considers leaving. No one can find a neko who doesn't want to be found. Yet, he's kind to her and she has a better life now....Hours later she returns, dragging the full bag behind her. <br><br>She chatters softly on the drive the club, asking questions about men's preferences, trying to learn what she is and isn't allowed to do a the club.<br><br>When they arrive she leaves Randy sitting as she seeks out the manager. She knows she has to do this alone. He's relunctant to hire her. She has no id and is illiterat. She finally convinces him to allow her to dance once as a test. He even allows her change into her dancing silks<br><br>Sota feels a strong hand at her arm, propelling her forward, and she stumbles to the center of the room. Dark sparkling eyes dart about; a fleeting glance at each face, never lingering. She shivers, in fear or excitement, then glances to he who has commanded her. Almost shyly, the girl lowers her eyes and bows her head. <br><br>She stands motionless. She listens to her own heartbeat and to the soft rhythm that begins to build and grow inside her. A gentle breeze steals through an open window and rustles the lavender silks that hug her curves, and she begins to sway. Hips gyrate slowly and she lifts slender arms, firelight licking at smooth, creamy flesh as her body arches back sweetly. <br><br>Soteria‘s body moves lightly over the tiles, hips swaying to the beat of one tabor that echoes the beating of her heart. She raises her arms, delicate hands intertwine before her face, fingertips brushing and teasing at each other before pulling apart slowly, then drift up to play at the auburn curls that frame her soft, expressive face. <br><br>She turns and moves toward the man. Hips swaying, head thrown back and tresses flying out around her, she sways rhythmically to the throbbing beat. Dark fiery eyes stare almost insolently into his. Her small hands move over her body, fingers sliding upward, brushing the soft curve of hips, past her slender waist, over the swell of her full breasts. <br><br>She raises her arms as she dances before him, gathering the mass of hair in both hands. Shiny red curls pour through her fingers and the tiny gold bells that dance in her hair sparkle like stars. Chest heaving, hardened nipples straining against the thin garment that stretches across her ample breasts, she turns and slips away. <br>Sota dances before the throbbing lights, her back to the men. Slowly, she loosens the knot that holds her silks skirt, and pulls the gossamer-thin material behind her in outstretched hands. Light illuminates her silhouette for an instant through the fabric, before she releases the shimmering garment. It seems to float on the air, falling slowly, then melts into a purple pool on the tiles. <br><br>She glides across the tiles on small, bare feet. The tempo builds, a single drum setting the rhythm, drawing out the slave from her soul. Tiny gold bells dance on her delicate ankles, catching firelight as she spins, heart thundering, keeping pace with the pounding rhythm. <br>She turns, circling the room with exquisite slowness, offering a bold smile to one man, then another, her warm gaze filled with promises she will beg to keep. Her eyes seek Randy out, returning to him again and again, as if of their own volition. She moves toward him again, her body swaying provocatively, silky&nbsp; curls caress sweet curves, her lush figure made for a man's touch. <br><br>Badbswati stops suddenly and turns, moving away furiously, whirling in a jangle of bells. Eyes blazing, her chin thrust out defiantly, as she fights the feelings that course through her. She dances out her fury, looking back over her shoulder at him, her dark eyes filling with tears of rage. Her body, slender and golden, shimmers as she twirls and spins in the light of the torches and the frenzy of the slave bells. <br>Her hands reach up, sliding over her chest as she leans back, her long hair brushes the tiles as she sways to the music. Her arms slide up further, disappearing behind her neck as she raises. Her hips sway and rock as she moves slowly in a circle, letting the men watch her shirt slowly slip down. It falls to the floor, the beading glittering slightly as once again&nbsp; her hands slide over her body. She sways, eyes closed as her hands caress down from her shoulders to her hips.<br><br>Sotas‘s nude body sways to the music, a thin mist glistening on her arms, chest, and on the taut plains of her belly. She turns, her eyes pierce the shadows, seeking the <br>Master of her heart. Lust clouds her features and fills her with new urgency. <br>She turns away, head shaking in denial, silken hair lashing and whipping at her bare flesh as she dances. A stripped girl, her body exposed for the pleasure of men, she sways before them, moving to the barbaric melody, clad only in her bells and her beauty. She moans and feels a new emotion overtake her, and turns a tortured gaze to him. <br><br>Sota‘s heart pounds deafeningly in her ears as she falls to the ground in a daze and crawls toward him, pulled by a force she cannot resist, a need she cannot deny, her eyes begging for one look, one touch of his hands. <br>She stops only inches from Randy's feet and her small hand moves over her breasts in a gentle caress, fingers brushing lightly over her nipples, hard pebbles that ache for his touch. <br><br>She moans and her hand glides down her belly, fingers trailing over warm flesh, her eyes begging and offering at once. The beat of the tabor slows, weaving its spell about her soul and she whimpers, raising imploring eyes to the man. <br>Her body trembles softly and she bows her head in surrender. Forehead touching the ground, arms stretching out before her, she listens while her heart tells her what she already knows, that this is as it should be; helpless at his feet, vulnerable. She lays quietly, unmoving as her dance ends.<br><br>Sota's costume<br>(http://i418.photobucket.com/albums/pp268/watersign/photogallery/irmaris01.jpg)
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Last of Her Kind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rollard</strong> on <strong>15-12-2010, 08:36:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Over the days that followed Randy was pleasantly surprised at her swift recovery. When they returned to the campsite where they met, he wondered if she would leave him, and was again surprised that she returned.<br><br>On the way to the club, Randy did his best to answer her questions, and also remembered to teach her a bit about how to read in the days leading up to this. Wondering if this will work, he headed in to see if Soteria would get her job.<br><br>The young man quietly watched the neko step out onto the stage, and from the moment he began to dance he was entranced by her movements and held on to her every motion with his eyes. He had never seen anything quite like this. He began to blush when she went to remove her garments, even though he had seen her naked before, he somehow felt as though it were the first time again. By the time Soteria had finished her dance, he was still captivated by her beauty until someone snapped him back to reality. He then looked around for the manager, wondering if he would approve of Soteria's routine.
			</dd>
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