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Post by CATO NIKOLAOS GREY on May 14, 2019 17:39:38 GMT 1
This was his second day at Manson. Yesterday Novus had helped him get settle into his room, showed him where the showers and canteen were, then headed back to Washington. Cato was once again on his lonesome. He wasn't used to being alone just yet. Even in the six months since Florence died he'd at someone nearby to keep him company. He sorely missed the days where he'd crawl next to her feet and watch the tv. He even missed the boxing gym, even though it had only been two days since he'd left America. He had called Victoria for comfort yesterday night, just to hear the voice of someone familiar. They had talked for as long as it had taken him to fall asleep. She hadn't minded the time difference at all. Cato woke up this morning to the sound of someone gently calling his name. He'd shifted in his sleep and was now curled up on his right side, tail lightly draped over his nose. The female guard that had been sent to retrieve him hadn't been too keen on walking into a room with a jaguar. Yellow eyes opened and he peered at her, a bit confused and groggy. He had almost forgotten where he was. Manson. Novus had said they'd treat him well here. He was willing to trust the man's judgement. Uncurling, he got up and stretched from ears to tail before sitting on the bed, grooming his chest fur as the woman explained that he had an appointment to meet one of the counselors. Cato perked his ears and then shifted, causing the woman to back out in embarrassment at his nakedness. She promptly requested he put clothes on and he did as he was told without question. Once he had taken care of hygiene they were on there way to the counselor. Cato walked in silence, taking in the scents and sights. It was a bit overwhelming. Nothing really smelled...human. Maybe his senses were off. He was still tired. Jetlag was apparently a real thing. He felt like he'd only been asleep for a few hours at best. The brown haired male entered the empty room and nodded lightly as he was informed Mr. Adolfo would be with him shortly. He took a seat, turning the chair a bit to get a better view of the door. He leaned against the arm of the chair, almost curling completely into it. He hoped the man wouldn't take too long, else he'd find a jaguar sleeping in his office here shortly. Tags: ZEVREN ULRIC ADOLFO
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Post by ZEVREN ULRIC ADOLFO on May 15, 2019 13:47:06 GMT 1
If Zev had to guess, he'd say that only around ten percent of patients actually turn up on time to their appointments and so he had taken a few extra minutes this morning to grab himself something to eat and drink from the canteen. Usually he made breakfast at home but a certain spouse had used up most of his attention this particular morning (his own fault) and so he'd had to forgo the first meal of the day in order to make it into Manson on time. He'd also had to go off track on the way back to his office in order to drop off some food in his husband's office too with a not so apologetic apology note pinned to it. He had no regrets.
The first patient of the day was a fresh face in Manson too, he always gave them a little bit of leeway purely because a lot of them weren't used to routine.. If he had even an inkling that this one would turn up on time then he wouldn't have taken so long and taken the long way around back to the therapy building. But being outside, walking nearby territory that he ran with with his pack, it was relaxing for both himself and the wolf. It also meant he finished his smoothie before he got back to the office. Which was where he picked up almost instantly on the feline scent of the jaguar shifter. From the run down of his file Cato seemed harmless enough. But then so do many. That's not to say he thinks the other guy will be a problem, specifically. But, well, it was his job to help figure that out. He had a good feeling.. Lord knows they need some saner minds within this place.
His door was also semi-ajar when he approached, so he was most definitely late to this meeting. But there's no use crying over spilt milk, he was late, he couldn't change that now, so instead he just entered his office and offered the feline a smile, "Cato, I presume?" He sure as hell smelt like a giant cat, there weren't that many of them within Manson. Only a handful that he knew of actually. And this one looked like he might fall asleep any second now, so perhaps starting a conversation quickly would be for the best, "are you settling in nicely?" He took a seat in his own chair, it was easy to get comfortable when the chair's pretty much molded it's shape to your own ass. It's why he doesn't like to change his office furniture often..
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Post by CATO NIKOLAOS GREY on May 15, 2019 15:20:11 GMT 1
The shifter didn't have much of a concept of time. Florence had a tendency to wake up before the rooster did, but other than that, it was just a go with the flow kind of deal. So Zev running a few minutes late didn't bother him in the least. Cato had just been doing as the guard had instructed. Novus had told him it would be best to be cooperative and then had added that he didn't think Cato had intentions of starting trouble when the blue eyed male had given him a kicked puppy expression. Cato wasn't in the business of being troublesome. He preferred the simpler things in life, and trouble was anything but simple.
He sat up as someone came through the door. The fresh scent of wolf hitting his nose. He breathed in lightly and then nodded as the man said his name. "Yes." He was guessing that this man was Mr. Adolfo. The office smelled like him, so he didn't verbally inquire. Cato wasn't sure if he was supposed to stand up and shake the man's hand, or just remain seated. He stayed seated since Zevren had sat down. Everyone was a little different and admittedly it was confusing. With the Grey's, everyone hugged and shook hands, they were all very intimate, but at the boxing gym it was more of a head nod, fist bump, and a small greeting, then there had been Novus who had shook his hand and clapped him on the back, and the guard this morning hadn't offered any physical contact or greeting (but that might have been due to embarrassment). "I'm a little tired and homesick, but the room is nice," he answered honestly.
Cato was a lot of homesick. He'd learned that he didn't like moving and having to fly across the vast ocean, which he hadn't known existed until about two weeks ago, didn't help either. He felt farther away from the Grey's than ever. He didn't think they would ever see each other again. In the six months since Florence had died, he'd been invited to every family event, and Victoria and Bethany had brought their families to eight of his fights. Now an ocean separated them, and he wasn't sure if Manson allowed visitors. Anxious would have been a perfect word to describe his worries.
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Post by ZEVREN ULRIC ADOLFO on May 18, 2019 18:39:34 GMT 1
Zevren does his absolute best not to get too involved with his patients on too deep of a level.. he wasn't quite easy going enough to be giving them a hug as soon as he meets them and he's learnt his lesson to trust them well enough to allow them close immediately. Perhaps he's just worried about getting stabbed again. Cato wasn't determined to be much of a danger, but he's a feline shifter, don't they have retractable claws? Obviously though he wasn't expecting Cato to attack him, he doesn't think the man's a psycho like the fae that had once managed to harm him during a session but it never hurts to be careful.
"I'm Zevren Adolfo, but I'd prefer it if you just called me Zev," he said with an easy smile, perhaps he should have introduced himself as soon as he entered the room but he gathered that the jaguar would know who he was. They told him where he was going before bringing him here, right? He assumed they did anyway.. There was never any chance of Zev cheating on Fabian, but just because he's married doesn't mean that he was ever going to curb being pretty friendly to most people that he comes across, "I thought we could just use this session to get to know each other? You say you're tired so we can just sit and snack, talk about whatever comes to mind." He didn't particularly need anything to eat, but he was sure he could grab something from the staff room if Cato decided that yes, he'd like some food.
Maybe he should do what Ulysses has done and introduce a snack drawer in his desk. But then the other counsellor has a pregnant Daisy to feed when she visits so could he really justify having one of those? Not really. Fabian doesn't tend to graze throughout the day, that's more something that he does.
"There's a lot of shifter's here, sniffed any of them out yet?" He knew of Novus thanks to his file, but had there been other shifters in his life? Zev had grown up with a bunch of other were's, there'd always been a pack, or at least a bunch of others around.. Without them, well, he'd probably feel pretty damn lonely.
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Post by CATO NIKOLAOS GREY on May 20, 2019 21:23:19 GMT 1
Cato wasn't expecting a hug, but he wasn't opposed to some kind of contact, no matter how small. He wasn't one to just curl up next to any ole stranger, but a handshake would have put him at ease. The Jaguar didn't quite understand that Manson wasn't just a place for harmless lost souls like himself, it was also home to those that had no regard for others. Cato may have spent the last six months in a boxing ring, but that had merely been a means to interact with different people and of course keep the living arrangements he'd been offered. A real world fight was different, especially if it had meant life and death. He'd be in serious trouble. He'd been aggressive when that mangy fox had kept killing Florence's chickens, but that wouldn't compare to the endless dangers he could possibly face at Manson.
Zevren Adolfo, better known as Zev. He could remember that. If he couldn't, he'd definitely recognize the man by scent. Blue eyes were unwavering as the man spoke, telling him that this session would be a time for getting to know one another. Cato was willing to comply. It would be nice to know someone else. Two days here and he was feeling a little out of place. The smells alone were overwhelming. There was so much going on around here and he couldn't pinpoint it all. It made him want to run, but not as in run away, more like run through the forest as fast as he could to burn off the anxiety. In short, he was suffering from overstimulation, but at the same time, he didn't want to be cooped up in his room all day either. The mention of food made the shifter visibly perk up. He could do with some food. He hadn't eaten this morning. A ham sandwich was everything right now. Plus, it would help wake him up. He cleared his throat, looking a bit sheepish. "...If it's not too much to ask...." He looked at the ground.
The last time he'd met a shifter, outside of Novus, had been in the Jaguar community when he was a cub. Just thinking about it brought the scent of his mother to his nose and he audibly purred. Cato looked a bit alarmed. "I'm sorry." He'd done that quite a few times. His mind would drift to something that left him with good memories and he'd just go to purring. Needless to say, it weirded humans out. It really was hard separating the cat from the man. It shouldn't have been this way, he was a shifter, not a were, but all his life had been lived as a cat until six months ago. He didn't really count the nights where he'd shifted to make breakfast, lunch, and dinner for Florence. It had only been for an hour or so at a time.
"You smell like a wolf," he answered after a moment. "But not a shifter." Novus has smelled like shifter, this guy smelled like something else. He could easily sniff out the animal. He'd done so on several occasions. While he hadn't interacted with any shifters on a daily bases, he'd picked up on them in passing back in Washington. "There's another wolf in this hall, but he's not shifter either." Cato paused. "And the scent of a cat, big cat, but it's faint. Not sure what type, but she's not jaguar or shifter and she's pregnant." He thought back on his walk here, silently breaking down the different smells until he could distinguish the ones that had been inquired about. "Outside there were three shifters: Lion, fox, dog." It was a bit lonely without others like himself to interact with. No one to run and play with as a cub. No one to relate to as an adult, especially after his first shift. Maybe it would be different here.
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Post by ZEVREN ULRIC ADOLFO on May 24, 2019 15:18:06 GMT 1
He wanted snacks. Zevren was pretty certain that there was a big share packet of crisps in the staff room that had been shoved there by another member of staff.. They all seem to pitch in and keep the cupboard in the place stocked up just in case they get a serious case of the munchies, or ever forget their lunch, or ask somebody if they want snacks and aren't prepared. Zev usually falls in the latter category, but the werewolf has no issue in replacing what he's helped consumed.. If the counsellor knew that Cato wanted to go for a run then he most likely would have facilitated that, even showed the Jaguar the pack grounds, given a real tour that's more catered to a shifter than the man he currently was. As it stands though, he thought Cato looked pretty comfortable curled up in the chair, he didn't smell particularly anxious either, so Zev had no idea the man was overstimulated. He looked more sleepy.
The purr just made him smile, there was nothing wrong with the animal and human being in sync in Zevren's mind. He grew up in a pack environment, a bunch of werewolves living together in not the most modern of ways, he wouldn't say they'd been living in the wild because a lot of them had jobs and lives out in the human world, they just had a habit of congregrating and never hiding what they were when out in their territory. Even now Zev has issues when it comes to being confronted, the alpha wolf isn't so easily held back. Sometimes he doesn't even try.. On the other hand he has a tedency to growl playfully too, usually only for Fabian these days though so that's moot, there aren't as many playful shifter kids around as there used to be.
In fact, he's sure Kiba is the only one in the pack and he's currently starving himself to death and overly dramatically depressed so there's no playing there.
"Don't mention it," he waved off the apology with an easy smile, "too many shifter's try too hard to be human in here, there's nothing wrong with being yourself. Hopefully you'll be purring more often than not from now on." Apart from in the town center or something, too many humans around then, they would most likely call animal control if they so much as glimpsed a giant cat on the street. A wolf could be explained away as a large dog, but a cat.. There weren't many of those in England other than within enclosures in zoo's. He didn't think Cato was daft enough to shift in front of a group full of humans though. Hopefully. "Manson is perfectly safe to be yourself."
"There are more wereanimal's here than shifter's I think," he informed the Jaguar, pretty much answering his confusion over the animal scents he'd smelt that weren't shifters, "I'm a werewolf, I was born one. The other wolf you smelt is another of our counsellor's, Ulysses, also a werewolf.. And the pregnant cat, Daisy, is a wereleopard. I'd tread carefully around her unless you have an edible peace offering, the woman is a tad protective over her bump right now." Which was perfectly understandable. But some people didn't seem to realise and a couple had ended up getting bitten. "There is another leopard here, and a lioness, a lynx slinking around someplace. Unfortunately no other Jaguar's. But we don't tend to stick to our individual animal group, the Pack welcomes every shifter, if you like I can let you know just when we'll all be meeting next."
He got to his feet and walked to the door, "I'll just get you something to snack on, stay put, I'll be less than a minute." And he was. It took hardly any time at all to walk down he corridor to the staff room, to lift a packet of biscuits and crisps from the cupboard and to make his way back to his office where he promptly held up both snack items, "sweet or savoury?"
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Post by CATO NIKOLAOS GREY on May 26, 2019 3:42:51 GMT 1
Zev's words actually bothered Cato. He'd come here on the notion that he'd be taught how to blend in better with the humans. He probably shouldn't complain about it though. He didn't want to be reprimanded every time he did something that humans didn't. It would probably be best to take comfort in those words. While he was learning who he was, he didn't how to hide what he was. He could probably run around as a jaguar without consequence. He'd spotted the forest on their way over. It reminded him of the woods near Florence's home and sparked vague memories of a memory he couldn't recall. He figured it must have been from when he was younger.
"I'm not very good at being human," he admitted after a moment's silence. He'd been trying to figure out how to word this without contradicting everything the man had just told him. "Up until six months ago, I lived with my human, but not as a human." His gaze dropped to the floor and he stopped to gather himself. He still missed Florence. He remembered the pastor staying something about time heals all wounds, but the man had never said how long. Cato had asked Victoria and she'd told him 'as long as it takes', but Cato had never been hurt this long. Any physical wounds had healed over within a few days. Would have been nice if someone would have explained the emotional wounds; the wounds of the heart.
"I don't think I'm adjusting to this very well. The being human thing, but I can't live as a Jaguar anymore, not like I used to. Or so I'm told." He looked up, but his gaze didn't quite reach Zev's as the man spoke on Manson being safe to be himself. "It's probably going to sound weird, but...I don't know who I am. Not like my background, but... the best way I can describe it is like looking at your reflection. I can look at my reflection in the water and know what I am. I know the jaguar. He's me. Everything that I've ever known. Everything I've ever been. But if I look at my reflection in the mirror, I'm staring at a complete stranger. There's nothing there. I don't recognize him at all. There's no familiarity." Cato fell silent. He was feeling at a loss. He hadn't meant to go off on a tangent, but he wanted to make it clear that he wasn't scared or confused about being a shifter. It was being human that made him uneasy.
The blue eyed shifter wanted to draw his legs completely up onto the chair, but that was rude. He'd witnessed countless spankings as the Florence's great grandchildren and great great grandchildren took it upon themselves to put their shoes on her furniture. A lot of his 'human' behaviors had been learned through pure observation. There were perks to being a house pet. He absorbed the new information. Wereanimals. That was the scent, and like shifters, their were different kinds. Wolves and leopards and lions and lynx. Cato had been to a zoo once, to see all the different animals. He'd gotten a little curious, and had determined that captivity was not the life for him. At least not at a zoo were you were put on display. Anyway, it explained how he knew the different scents. Cato decided that he'd avoid the female leopard until she was done being protective of her unborn cubs. Cato didn't mind that there weren't any jaguars around. He would like to meet the other leopard though. He'd probably feel a bit more comfortable around a big cat versus wolves. Lynx were kind of small, but he'd like to meet them as well. Actually, he wanted to meet everyone, and before he could ask, Zev offered him a way to do just that.
He had a feeling he'd been part of a pack when he was little, but he couldn't remember much from back then, so he wasn't going to count that. "I've never been part of a Pack before. I would very much like to join." He longed to be part of something close to family, no matter how makeshift. Maybe the Pack wasn't a family, but Cato would see it as much. He swallowed back another purr. Didn't take much since Zev was on his feet and heading for the door. Cato's gaze followed him and he nodded when told to stay put. Wasn't the first time he'd heard that. Yet another habit he had to break, although it was fine in this situation. Once Zev was gone, Cato yawned and stretched out in the chair before resuming his previous position. Cato was getting comfortable again when Zev returned. The jaguar blinked, surprised by the quickness. "Savory?" It came out as a question because he wasn't sure what the man was talking about. He'd deduced that there were two options, and he wasn't a fan of sweet stuff, and savory reminded him of savory steaks that he'd been fed on multiple occasions. The thing was, they were biscuits and crips, so he wasn't all too sure, but he'd made a decision nonetheless.
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Post by ZEVREN ULRIC ADOLFO on May 31, 2019 16:50:25 GMT 1
"We can help you with that," Zev said with an easy smile, so far this man seemed to be doing a grand job with being human. At least he wasn't grooming himself with his tongue while sat on the chair. And he was sat on the chair rather than sprawling cat like on some other surface. So he wasn't quite as hopeless as he seemed to think, however, that was most likely because he had lived with a human.. Just not as one. He was bound to have picked some things up. Obviously he had picked some things up.. Which was a good thing, Zev isn't too sure he'd know how to deal with a person who tried rubbing up his legs in greeting, or hissed at him upon scenting he was a wolf. Talk about awkward. The wolf side of him would be better off taking lead there.
"Change is difficult for anybody" Not lived as a human. He'd lived with a human as a panther? That.. Was slightly odd. At least he knew that his pet cat was an actual cat, he'd have one hell of a shock to wake up to find Sasha as a human rather than the four legged furry friend he assumed her to always be. That was a bit more of a touchy topic to get straight into though.. From his file he knew that the woman who had looked after Cato and who in return had been looked after by him had passed away. And as Cato spoke, if he didn't even really know who he was as a 'person' then how on earth could he be expected to come to terms with the raw and intense emotion of human grief?
Zev listened patiently, thoughtfully, Cato's words making complete sense despite him saying it sounds 'weird'.. "That's completely understandable," he spoke reassuringly after the blue eyed man had fallen silent, "you've spent your entire life in one body, a singular form growing and developing into the you that you know today. And, now there's a whole new world of habits and hobbies, relationships and skills at your fingertips. You're still you, it's just the world outside of your head that's changed." Zev opened the crisps and passed them over to Cato, simply salted crisps so no flavour too strange for him to come to terms with. He helped himself to one first though just to make sure they were okay. Tasted perfectly fine. He couldn't justify eating more of them.."we'll help you here, to learn what you like and don't like. You'll find you already know who you are, it's like you said yourself, it's the face that's unfamiliar. You just need to familiarise yourself with that, your mind is still your own."
"The Pack will help too," of course they would. As much as they're capable of.. He wasn't so sure that some members would be the best of people for him to get close too, they had a lot of problems themselves. A number of them did anyway. He was sure that Cato would fit in nicely though, "you're welcome to join us anytime, we have a group meeting closer to the full moon but hold hunts or general meets throughout the month, if you we'll hold one soon just to introduce you to everybody? Or would you prefer to wait?"
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Post by CATO NIKOLAOS GREY on Jun 2, 2019 18:08:48 GMT 1
Cato was wel mannered and behaved, but it didn't mean he didn't want to sprawl out on the chair like some giant cat. He'd have loved to that, but it was not appropiate unless he was in a more relaxed setting. Someplace like home. Did he even have a home anymore? Manson was a school and an asylum. For a short time he considered the boxing gym to be home. He'd had a bed and a place to shower and food and a job, that was more of an activity or hobby for him. And those two weeks he'd stayed with Victoria had been a place to call home. But home would always be where he'd grown up with Florence. The thought of it made his chest tight and he took in a small breath and released it slowly to help relieve the tension. "I'd appreciate all the help I can get."
From the outside it might have seemed strange, but for Cato, it had been completely normal. His mother had given birth to him and his siblings in her jaguar form. They'd lived their entire lives as jaguars, and never once had he seen them shift into humans the six months he'd lived there. Even when he was with Florence, Cato had been unaware of the human side. In fact, him shifting had been pure coincidence because he'd wanted so desperately to help Florence and like magic he'd become a man. He'd been in shock and awe, but at least he was able to help the elderly woman that had raised him since he'd been a cub, even if she'd never been aware of it. They'd been happy, living peaceful on the farm. He just didn't understand why someone so kind had to die. It was cruel and unfair.
Cato decided that change was indeed difficult and he didn't like it one bit. He took in every word the man spoke, occassionally nodding to show he was still paying attention, even if he was silently wallowing in grief. He thought about his new habits and hobbies. Boxing had been the only enjoyable thing about being human. He supposed the only habit he'd developed was eating ham sandwiches. He'd never been in a relationship before, but he had made friends and that was nice, to be surrounded by people that appreciated his company. Skills? He didn't have any skills, but he supposed the point Zev was getting at was that he could learn. He took the offered crisps with a small thank you. He pulled one out the bag, examining it for a second and the popping it into his mouth. "Tastes like a chip." Crisps equaled chips. Great, now he had to learn European terminology too.
The panther greatly appreciated Zev's patience and easiness with him. The more the man spoke, the more convinced he was that things would be okay. He'd eventually get the hang of this. Cato could name a few things he liked, but they were mostly food and boxing. Boxing was always on the list. He also liked running, but he didn't think that was what Zev had in mind so he stayed quiet. As for things he didn't like, he was drawing a blank. He popped another crisps into his mouth and chewed slowly. "I think I can handle that," he spoke with a small nod. It was more to reassure himself than Zevren. "Was it hard for you to adjust? Being a wolf and a person?" He figured everyone didn't grow up living the life of a pet, but he wanted to know if people had trouble separating the two or getting used to one form more than the other.
Cato wanted to meet the Pack as soon as possible, if only to familiarize himself with others like himself. It would make him feel more comfortable, that was for sure, but.... "I can wait until you have a meeting. I don't want to be an inconvenience." He was speaking the truth. It wasn't right for someone to take time out of their busy schedule just so he could feel better about his new surroundings. He was pretty selfless.
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Post by ZEVREN ULRIC ADOLFO on Jun 16, 2019 20:38:09 GMT 1
Zevren would quite easily tell Cato that Manson could be his home if he'd allow it to be. There were staff members who would take him into town and help him buy things to decorate his room, get his own clothing, decorations.. He knows that it's not quite the same as having a home with a family, that was an entirely different type of home. This was more of a boarding school type housing. But, it was a home. And Zev for one wouldn't mind if the shifter wanted to sprawl out like the giant feline he was at heart. Zev has a habit of reverting back to the wilder instincts of his wolf at times, particularly at home.. Mostly lack of clothing. He doesn't much like clothing, neither does his wolf. No surprise there.
Fabian has managed to tame him a little though, he puts on pants when they're inspecting guests now. Sometimes even a shirt.
Thing was, Cato would get all the help that he was willing to accept. There were both helpful and hindering people within Manson so really he just needed to find the nicer of people, the pack would hopefully help him at least meet a few new faces, or to let loose and run and hunt with them. He was pretty certain at this point that this jaguar would be pretty well behaved even outside in the forest. "Then you'll have it," he told him, "never be afraid to ask requests or to ask any questions, especially whilst you're settling in. Perhaps not just anybody. Do you have much problems with reading people?" Most animals seem to have a basic understanding on who's an aggressive person and who isn't, but like he'd just said, it was okay to ask questions. Particularly if it meant the guy wouldn't end up getting punched in the face. Or worse.
Cato seemed quite eloquent, Zev wasn't really too worried.
The question about his own transition between the two halves of his self didn't exactly throw him, but, he didn't really know how to respond to it. "I've always known what I was, the human half and the wolf.. My pack roamed in either human or animal form Around the humans I had to obviously lean more on the man than the wolf but I like to think I live quite in sync with the two. As long as I make sure to give both halves what they need to be healthy and happy then there's not usually a problem. Here you can do that, we can show you maps of where it's safe to be your jaguar self out in the country too." There weren't many secluded enough areas to do so, but there was enough to give Cato a variety of places to think about settling down when he gets to that stage.
He just gave a small nod and thought of holding a meet sometime soon anyway, there hadn't been many of them recently since he and Fabian had got their promotions. He'd hold one within the next couple of weeks and introduce Cato to the lot of them. It would be good for all of them.
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Post by CATO NIKOLAOS GREY on Jun 29, 2019 20:36:16 GMT 1
Maybe a bit of decoration would make Manson feel like home. Cato hadn't exactly decorated the room he'd been given back in Washington, but he had pinned a few pictures on the wall. Maybe some frames would make it feel a little more organized. Clothes were hit or miss with him. He liked to wear comfortable things, but a shopping trip could help him get a feel for the people of this country. He didn't really know what he liked when it came to hobbies and things of the sort either. That's what he could work on. Finding a hobby. As a jaguar he liked to hunt, run, climb, and swim. Those things could be transferred to his human life, but he wanted to try something new. It was a fresh start after all.
The younger male was in no position to turn down help. Not unless it put him in some sort of danger. "Thank you," he said between crisps. His expression was nothing short of sheepish as the man told him that it was oka to ask requests. Cato had never really felt comfortable taking up people's time. Maybe he was a bit afraid that he'd bother the wrong person and end up shunned. "I can usually tell who's approachable and who should be avoided, but you never know what's going on in someone's life. I don't want to accidentally set anyone off." The last thing he wanted was to get punched in the face.
If he'd have grown up in the community where he'd been born, maybe this transition wouldn't be as difficult. Maybe at some point he would have learned about the human side. Even if those shifters had rarely walked on two legs instead of four. Cato was missing a decent part of his heritage and it was making his current situation a lot more complex than he liked to admit. He'd given anything to return to the life of a pet. He'd be far happier. Not that he wasn't grateful for the things that had occurred over the last several months. Things like boxing and making friends and meeting Novus and of course knowing that wasn't alone because there were so many different people here at Manson.
Cato thought about what Zev said, giving both halves what they needed. He'd spent 24 years as a jaguar and had never known about the human side. Could he just abandon it altogether and live in the wilds? Then again, that would mean giving up everyone in his family too. The Grey's were all he had when it came to family. He'd witnessed multiple generations of children born, seen their progression. Those children and their children's children stayed in contact with him, keeping him up to date, whether it be about the animals they'd seen at the zoo or their outstanding grades. They'd ask when he would come to visit so they could get a piggyback ride or introduce them to their dates. If they could accept both halves, maybe he could too. Because no matter how difficult the transition, he didn't want to give up everything he'd grown up with.
Cato was visibly distressed at the mention of being given maps so he'd know places in the country where he could shift without any problem. Except, that was a problem, a big one. Did the staff think he would be staying in England for the remained of his days? He'd come here to learn, yes, but eventually, he planned on returning to Washington. He was already homesick and could only imagine how much worse it'd be to take up permanent residence here. "Do I have to," he asked, his voice losing any mirth it'd recently had.
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Post by ZEVREN ULRIC ADOLFO on Jul 5, 2019 17:54:41 GMT 1
"You're a boxer, aren't you? Aggressive body language should be easy for you to read than it is for others" not that he has boxed before in his lifetime, he's hit the bags in the gym quite a few times but never in a ring against somebody else. He's been in plenty of fights though, usually because of what he is though rather than who he is. Zev would much rather not have to fight, but as an alpha wolf it was a little difficult to avoid such things. Growing up had been difficult but here in Manson life was a lot more peaceful, especially since he'd found Fabian. He made life a lot brighter. And the pack here were much more easily led than the one he'd come from. They wouldn't have been so accepting of a gay mated alpha pair.
"I'm sure you'll be absolutely fine. They don't allow the unstable and murderous residents to walk the halls with the rest of you, so don't hesitate too much when it comes to speaking to those around you if getting punched in the face is what you're worried about." He seemed perfectly polite, well spoken, he couldn't see why anybody would take a swing at somebody like Cato. Besides, he was a jaguar, a big cat, he may have been raised practically domesticated but there are some instincts that just can't be smothered down. Zev wasn't particularly worried about this guy's safety, not in the slightest.
The distress on Cato's face made him frown slightly but it wasn't until he spoke that he realised why. When he did he just chuckled and shook his head, "we're not going to be keeping you hostage in this country, Cato, you can go and do what you want when you leave here." Within reason obviously but he didn't think that needed pointing out, Cato hardly came across as the type to decide to go on some kind of massacre. "If you want to go home then you're more than welcome to do so, we'll help where we can there too.. There're definitely more places to run across the pond than there is here."
Cato would probably hear a lot of different things about Manson from a lot of different people, some of whom are more paranoid than others. Zev just hopes that the jaguar's outlook isn't marred in any way, it was quite refreshing to talk to somebody who didn't seem to think that he had some other motive.
"Don't worry," he added a little more softly, "one thing at a time, hm? We'll introduce you to the pack and our life skills teacher. There are other classes available too, some are simply therapeutic, but not all of them. You could maybe work on getting a qualification if you feel up to it?" Which would help with future employment, unless he wanted to take his boxing further.. Admittedly, that would be pretty cool. Zevren would like to see that, "you have plenty of options and opportunities available for you here."
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