Cats and Dogs

This is a rp that me and my friend did. I patched it up and am posting it. See whatcha think.

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“Stop that mutt!” A streak of silver whipped past and was gone in a flurry of snow-white fur. Crimson eyes glanced left and right, looking for a way to head off his pursuers. He come to a fork in the road and turned left, sprinting down a dark alley. Wrong move. He came to a dead end and pressed his ears against his head in frustration. Suddenly his head was brought back with an audible snap. Someone had a hold of his hair! Snarling, he brought his head around enough to bite and felt nauseous when his small, pointy fangs buried themselves in soft flesh. He heard a cry from beside him and felt the grip on his hair loosen. Releasing the flesh in his mouth, he tore himself away and ran back along the way he had come. This time he was lucky, it went on and on and he quickly made a turn, heading along one street, then another, all the while the sounds of footsteps became fainter and fainter. When he couldn’t hear them anymore, he stopped and collapsed to the ground, his back against the side of a building. Around his throat was a red teardrop-shaped stone attached to a silver chain. His prize.

On the second fire escape grate up from the ground in the alley another figure was watching the tail end of the chase, snowy ears perked forward in interest at the dog boy who had come and hidden down in his little corner of the city unaware of his presence. White quietly tucked away the stolen money he had been counting and gloating to himself over before slipping off the grimy metal platform and landing on the concrete ground lightly, his right shoe crunching on a piece of discarded trash. A slight ache echoed up his ankle as he edged towards the new comer, fluffy tail lashing slightly. "Yo." Arms crossed he tilted his head and took in the sight of the puppy, blood smeared around his mouth, panting from exhaustion, looking like he just run for his life. After a few moments of examining, he decided he liked what he saw and grinned. "That commotion for you?" Idly he titled his head in the direction of downtown where a few police sirens still wailed, noise softened by distance.

Koru nearly jumped out of his skin at the sound of a crunch behind him. Whipping his head around, he tensed at the being in front of him, one hand clasping protectively over the small gem he had stolen, the other bearing his weight as he tried to get his breath back. At the question, Koru's eyes flicked in the direction, but immediately snapped back to the one in front of him. "Y-yes." He said, immediately wanting to slap himself for sounding so scared. He took a shaky breath and tried again. "Yeah their after me, b-but I got away didn't I? They won’t catch me.... and anyway what's it to you?" He got up, managing not to stumble, though his legs ached from running. His cocked his head to one side, an ear perking, but it wasn't his imagination, the sirens were getting closer. He looked at the way he had come and his eyes widened in shock. A trail of blood followed him, or to be more specific, a few drops of blood at a time, but still a trail, showing exactly where he had gone. He silently cursed himself. He had been spitting, trying to rid his mouth of the bitter, coppery taste and now he was on the run again. He looked at the one in front of him. “You had better go…” he warned anxiously, his bare feet tensing, ready to flee. “They’re coming.”

The kenomimi smiled and shook his head, messy silver hair fluffing with the movement. "Nah, it's just getting interesting." Crouching he wiped the blood away from the other's mouth with a sleeve, cautious and ready to pull away if he though the boy would bite, before looking him over critically. "Any of that blood yours?" While waiting for a response he shrugged out of his jacket and dropped it on the other, getting back to his feet. Purposefully he let his eyes slide over the bit of jewelry that so obviously didn't match the puppy's threadbare wardrobe like it wasn't there. Inwardly he was getting a little thrill out of what that must mean, the boy was a thief like himself, but obviously either not as good, or of a different class than a common pick pocket. Boots clunking softly he padded to the end of the alley and looked out, seeing no pursuers on the street or flashing lights yet. Looking back he smiled again. "If you can, want to come with me? Got nice lil place for layin low."


Koru's eyes widened at the teen's sudden actions, but he was too surprised to react. Lucky for him too because a place to lie low was exactly what he needed. Hesitantly, he pulled the jacket tighter around himself, tucking the gem purposefully inside his shirt. As it disappeared in his shirt, his eyes caught the light of the can the other had stepped on earlier and as they did, they seemed to glow as brightly as the gem. He tentatively padded towards the other, still keeping his distance, his bare feet making almost no noise on the
ground. His soft ears were pressed close to his head in anxiety. He looked at the being in front of him and suspicion turned to admiration. He seemed so clean… so taken care of. He didn’t even have to look at himself to know that he looked filthy. The fur on his ears and tail was soft enough, and at a first glance they seemed snowy white, but at a second one, you could tell it was dirty and disheveled. His hair was greasy and filled with dirt, as well as being knotted in some places. Even his skin itself was in a state of decay, dirt covering his arms, legs, and face like a tan, making his already tanned skin look strange and unnatural. “Fine…” he said softly, his voice cracking as he heard the sirens coming closer and closer. “Lead the way.”

Nodding cheerfully the feline turned and started meandering down the sidewalk away from the sirens in a calm measured pace, not looking worried or rushed. If it hadn't been for the dog trailing after him he could have just disappeared in a crowd, he seemed so ordinary right then. A friendly grin tugged at soft looking lips as he regarded his fellow thief while they walked and after they were a few blocks away from the alley he started talking again, tone easy and cheerful. "So, the name's White, and what should one be calling you?" Blue eyes so pale as to seem nearly colorless still intently examined his scruffy companion and he was curious to see what he would look like after a good scrub. "An just so you're not surprised we won't be on our lonesome, got a lil somebody awaitin me back at the hole in the wall." Hands shoved into the pockets of his baggy charcoal gray played with bits of flotsam and lint that had accumulated there as he walked, absently steering them through the people and streets with an easy familiarity. Before long they were out of earshot of the sirens and he was carelessly leading the way up a cracked and broken sidewalk to a building that had seen better days. On the outside it was a slum, windows broken out and covered with swollen cracking boards, what little paint was left chipped and peeling from the dull gray brick. Inside wasn't much better, dirty and seeming unused, bits of trash on the floor and being chased around by wind that snuck past the broken windows. On the second floor he paused outside a door and dug through his pockets.

“My name’s Koru.” He said softly, his ears twitching. He listened to the way White talked. It had an accent to it that floated gently in the air like soft music, of like the running of a river over rocks. It was calming, but at the same time, it had a roughness to it that hinted at darker things…. He liked it. Silently, Koru followed him, looking anything but natural, his pupils darting back and forth like fish in the ruby river of his eyes. As he was lead into the house, his anxiety shifted, unsure whether to feel safer inside the walls, or out. When they came to the door, Koru stopped, waiting for White to get what he assumed was the key. He couldn’t believe that he actually lived here…. Sure it was a dump, but it was a place to lay your head… it was a place someone could call home. He envied him for having a place like that. Suspicion battled the urge to follow him without question. It was true that he had practically saved him…. If not from his pursuers, then from a long chase at least, but at the same time, what was his motive? Why was he helping him? If there was one thing he had learned on the street it was that nothing came without a price. Finally he took a deep breath. “Why are you helping me?” he blurted out, his hand over the precious lump beneath his shirt. “What do you have to gain from helping me?”

After a moment White did indeed find the key and unlocked the door in silence, simply standing holding it half turned for a moment, looking at Koru. Some dark emotion flickered in the back of those almost colorless eyes as he seemed to contemplate his answer. Very slowly a grin snuck back onto his face and then he winked at Koru, all shadows of emotion neatly lifted away and replaced with the same easy friendliness from before. "This one helps because he was once helped an favors should be repaid. An..." The cat paused, ears perking for a minute and smile spreading to show a slight flash of pearly canines. "May haps just a little because you're a too pretty of a pet to be sittin in an alley waitin for the strike to fall." White then finally pushed the door open and stepped inside, taking it for granted that the other would follow. Across the threshold it was almost another world, though the apartment on the other side had the same kind of worn down, nearly ancient feel to it there's a surprising warmness in the air that had nothing to do with the temperature. Though slightly shabby everything was immaculate, scrubbed til not a speck of dirt remained. A sweet scent like candy wafted from a candle placed on a coffee table in the enter of the room, one of it's legs broken off and replaced with two cinderblocks and three couches of completely different material and models surrounded it. This place gave off an aura of hospitality, if the walls could talk it would seem they would invite a traveler to sit and rest his feet. As he entered White called out a greeting before turning "Make ones self at home."

Koru cocked his head to one side in confusion. For a moment he thought he saw…. He shook his head, and as White’s words washed over him, all doubts faded away. It made sense, something was done for him in the past, so now he was repaying the kindness to others in the future… even if it wasn’t to the same person. As White got the door open, a wonderful scent washed over Koru and for a moment he felt his head fuzz up at the sweetness. It made him think of a time someone had given him a stick of some kind that had swirls around it and was shaped like a cane. He had eaten some of it, but in the end had to leave it behind as he was chased out of the shop by some other employees. He stepped inside and just wanted to curl up with his head on his tail and sleep, basking in the warm aura that
Karen Hanyou: surrounded the place. He felt a slow smile spread across his face and even through his dirty face, his eyes sparkled through like two polished rubies. “This is…. Amazing..” he said, looking around. “It’s… a home.” He smiled at White, his ears perked up happily, his tail flicking back and forth. “This place is great! Thanks for letting me see it.” He looked around and his ears drooped. It was beautiful….and clean. In this place, he felt even more filthy than usual, his hair more matted, the dirty caking his body feeling like a wall separating him from this clean world.

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ok I can sum this up in like... two sentences. White finds Koru and takes him to his house. Whoa, that was only one sentence. Man I stink at writting. Tell me whatcha think!