Post by LittleDeadGrrl on Jan 25, 2012 15:48:34 GMT -5
Name: Luther "Kit" Cailte
Breed: Bastet (Metis)
Deformity: Horns
Rank: 1
History: In the strange little mixed pack of wolves and cats one looks a bit stranger than the others. Luther in fact is often missed or rather he hides in plain site as part of the plethora of house cats that roam the little apartment building. The illusion suits him well and he's enjoyed living in his own cat soap opera, traveling the hive, ignored, and listening to all the dirty secrets. None of the wolves really pay attention to the cats that roam, especially a simple spotted housecat. He disapears for days even weeks at a time returning home and slipping into Cheat's bedroom sharing what he has shared before coming out to join the rest of the pack. That's how it had always been. One night, years ago, Cheats and Deadeye, brought the little overgrown housecat home and no one knew where they had found him or even what tribe the cat belonged to.
Tonight was such a night as he came back crawling up on Ez's lap stretching before he shifted up to homid form. The black hair was shaved in a spiked mohawk with wisps of blue and green hair coming off the sides, interrupted by a pair of curling horns. He'd only dedicated his leather pants so he sat, lean and stunning, nipples pierced, tattooed, and nuzzling into the stunning bagheera before claiming his lips running his pierced tongue over the boy's lips. Despite the sexual kiss he looked at Ez as his brother and the cat was fiercely loyal to the bigger Bagheera. Luther was slow to anger, save for when anyone went for or at Ez, and then the cat become a blur of claws and teeth.
"If anyone asks ... I was here last night ... with you ... and I may or may not have given you as an alibi ... I KNEW you wouldn't mind honey bear ... "
He smirked a bit darkly. Everyone mostly took the cat to be a runty bagheera himself, just odd looking because he was metis, but something darker lay in his lineage. Most took the Ceilican's to be an extinct strange branch of the bastet tribe but cats that draw their lineage from the fae and the european cave lions did not go extinct. They just started hiding in plain sight breeding with the other cats becoming a mismatched lot. No one knows where Cheats found the little kit but he's adopted the boy for his own and knows he is a true asset exactly because so little about the lost tribe is known anymore. They are an ace in the hole. Luther knows, keeping in touch with the secretive network, sending secrets, and bringing more back. Passion fuels him, along with music, and technology. Luther acts like a 15 year old punk teenager, which he mostly is, despite being alot smarter and alot more useful than anyone would give the boy credit. Blending into concerts where his horns come off as a some weird and very committed costume he has often displayed his true gift. When the boy starts singing, those around him lost control, in what way only he has control, but any news about some rave or concert descending into violence or an orgy. The strange boy is usually to blame and he loves it that way. Luther stradled the bigger Bagheera beneath him grinding against him a little bit. He nuzzled into the boy missing him the most when he was gone. Ez was always in some fucked up relationship but it never lasted. The little cat, that was often affectionately dubbed "Kit" because of his youth and small size was fiercly loyal to the older bagheera he loved the most, all save for Cheats of course.
"I missed you ... you hanging out with the rat all the time. I never done a rat before ... I'd imagine they aren't that well endowed ... but then you're top ... you don't need big ... you need tight ... is he ... stingy I mean you know they don't have alot of money ... or is he giving where it counts? "
He smirked not carrying how crass he spoke with the double meanings. Ez was his favorite brother, they were all brothers and sisters, and Ez was his favorite. He missed him and often hid behind the strange boy when he pissed anyone bigger off. He smirked having heard it on the grapevine that his favorte brother was now gunho on some little rat. He HAD to find out exactly what was so special about him and his little rat pack ...