The Beast and the Countess
Here's a short story I wrote for this. The cat is my OC, Alexandria, a werebeast? werefeline, werecat? Eh, I'll come up with a name for it's race at some point. Anyways, this little feline is stuck in it's feral form. Unable to transform back into a human, Alexandria hunts for a cute and comes upon the village, Miranda, and Alcina.
The soft meowing underfoot draws critical golden eyes down. A single brow perks,lips peeling back to flashing a beatific grin and white fangs.
“Well, well.” Alcina’s voice purrs, and the Countess stoops down, towards the small white feline that brushes her dress. Vivid blue eyes flicker up, and white ears fold back, just how tall was this giantess of a woman?! To the small feline, she is massive, huge, some mythical Goddess amongst men. She is far taller than any human she’d met. No, this woman wasn't human any more than Alexandria was a cat. Perhaps, the little werebeast might find a home with this monstrous woman. Another soft meow calls out to Alcina and a massive hand scoops her small body up within a palm. Higher and higher the little feline is lifted until she is face level with golden eyes. Her smile grows, and the feline finally spots the fangs. Ah! A vampire! They do exist! Or, was she a vampire? Alexandria certainly didn’t think werebeasts transformed into kittens before she had been infected… but here she was. Her ears lay back. Everything about this woman gave Alexandria predatory vibes. She needs to be careful in the gasp of this woman. “What do we have here?” The Countess’s voice rumblers, curious. As if to respond, a soft meow rumbles from her chest and a small paw stretches out, pressing against the countess’ chin. Alcina chuckles, low in her chest, pleased with the Feline’s boldness. “I think I’ll keep you.” Alcina rumbles and tucks the small feline against her chest, strolling deeper into the castle.
