InsaneJournal

WHO: Deeta Copper and Zell Dincht
WHEN: Week 6, Monday afternoon
WHERE: Zell's house
WHAT: Cousins catching up and racing ahead
RATING: Should be SFW, maybe some language
STATUS: closed, in progress

For the record, Deeta needed to get out and run more often. She had been working a lot lately and made it a bad habit to always party hard. What was the saying, work hard and party harder? The dirty blonde shook her head and tucked her dress behind a tree on Zell's estate. Her cousin made a ton of money, and she was happy in middle class-ville. She'd been staying at work late simply because she hadn't known what to do with her slave, Peter. Since she'd moved to Jannati, she'd needed an extra set of hands to run errands for her so it made sense. And Zell had lost his slave a while back, then found him again. Their lives were all kinds of topsy turvy! Her cousin was always great at everything, including getting a sick tattoo while he was travelling.

Deeta kicked her flats off and rolled her head from side to side to slip into her natural skin. Shifting could be painful, but the transformation never lasted too long. And, her fur would likely hide the newly minted mate mark on her hand. It had all happened so fast, and she wasn't ready to confess to her cousin everything yet. They acted like siblings at times, and well Zell would likely throw the inquisition at Peter if the news came out. The thought had its value but wasn't quite tempting enough. She liked Peter, and she knew Zell deserved to know what the fates had thrown her way. And she wanted to find out what was going on between Zell and Seiffer! Just not yet... Well, peeking at her paw, she saw the mark slightly still. Double damn!

At two hundred and fifty pounds, she was small even for a lioness. But, her talons and canine teeth still could kill. The huntress that pumped in her veins pushed her to run and search for prey in the wild. She loved it, and last week's full moon was a good way to get out some energy. In her natural form, she trotted to the patio where she expected Zell to be waiting. Deeta chuffed, calling out with a low sound that blew air out her muzzle. The air smelled like a male's den, clearly nowhere for her to go without invitation. The cheetah she knew wouldn't forgive intruders either. Except this was family, and part of the same pack. She called out again, this time just to play at Zell's nerves for fun.