Diego Pablo Reyes de Leona | Reyes Haru | Calahan Zeek
Juan Santiago Pablo Reyes, Camille Leona
The truth of the matter was simple; Juan Santiago Pablo Reyes knew better than to go to that concert. The day after was the new moon and the concert was supposed to last until well after it had risen. Of course he'd justified going, promising himself he would leave early enough to get himself locked up. But he'd gotten drunk, chased a few skirts, scored with a couple of cute guys, and the last thing he remembered was doing a line of the purest coke he'd ever seen. As it turned out, he did leave the concert, albeit a little too late and very much not how he'd intended. Of course, if anyone was still sober enough to realize one of their number had turned into a rather large cat, they gave no sign.
In his cat form, he ran the streets of Lamenolai until he was suddenly in the underbrush of Tengel. By this point, he was no longer the rich human man but a strong, virile saber cat roughly the size of a jaguar. And he smelled something that, despite his preferences on the matter, made the tom cat in him instantly go on alert. A female cat in heat. Raising his large head to sniff the wind, he was able to tell what direction he would find her and set out.
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The next morning, he woke up as a man laying naked in the middle of Tengel, one arm draped over an equally naked woman. Thankfully she was still sleeping, so he was spared any sort of awkward questions. But for now, he'd count his blessings later. He quickly removed his hand from her waist to sit up, scanning the area for any scraps of clothes. Not seeing any, he reached down to shake her awake, ask what happened the prior night, and ensure she was okay. Those were his intentions, but when she stirred from her sleep, it quickly became apparent that she was just as surprised as he was. Okay, maybe more surprised than he was.