((Mmm.

Join as a person bonded with a lion and a person bonded with a pit bull? C:))

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((I guess we should start...))

Nero was on a sidewalk, his head hung low. He wore a black jacket over his red t-shirt, and at the moment dark sunglas.ses were being worn by him. He felt that he wished he could disappear from view. The creators of his kind were keeping tabs on them, watching their every move.

One time, Nero had been talking with a nice girl at an outdoor cafe, and next minute he was being hauled away by people standing nearby. The people had been a few of the creators. The memory of that was too embaras.sing. Nero gritted his teeth, wanting to tear the creators apart with his claws in his combined form.

Nero pushed back his fury, with no success at all, as always. He shook his head in dismay. It was such a flaw, in him, that had been increased when he had gotten his partner, his bad temper, his anger. Nero turned down into a dark alleyway, to spend some time alone. He felt better all by himself, with no one but him, since the creators just didn't monitor the alleyways.

Alex trotted through the city, green-amber eyes closed behind his own pair of shades, the hood of his hoodie pulled up and hands shoved in his pockets. He sighed softly before looking up at the sky, eyes opening slowly. His eyes were slitted, something that happened the very first time he and his loyal partner, a lion named Simba, had become one. When they had seperated, his eyes were still cat-like, something that he still hasn't been able to change.

He pulled a hand out of his hoodie pocket to pull his hood down, shaking out his sandy-blond hair.He wished he had Simba with him now, but a lion in the city would cause too much panic. He knew that, even though he really didn't like it.

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Amelia trotted through the streets, her partner, the blue pit bull named Amber, padding beside her, just like a loyal dog would to its master. She reached down to pet her, smiling as her curled brown hair fell into her face, bright green eyes gentle. She was actually wearing her black-and-white dress, as well as all the accessories that went with it. She loved that dress.

((Bye, whatever. I wish you luck too on anything you're roleplaying.))

Tatsu strolled through the streets, hawk perched on his shoulder. He absenly stroked a finger over it's crest, soothing the feathers and felling the softness beneath his hand. Yawning, he scratched his head, looking around the city. Spotting a group of girls at a nearby cafe, he slid into their small booth and smiled, visible eye glittering. "What's up?" He asked in an asian accented voice, plopping his hand on the table.

The girls just stared at him, eyes darting from the hawk on his shoulder to the fact that he was talking to him. An especailly bold one smiled smoothly and purred, "Nothing much, what about you?" Tatsu grinned widley and leaned in closer, black and white hair brushing the girls forehead. He leaned  further, until their lips met, and angled his head so he could better kiss. The girl, after looking surprise, closed her eyes and wrapped her arms around Tatsu's neck. When they roke apart, Tatsu winked and said, "You're good, so that almost akes me regret killing you!" The girl looked confused until Tastu and Azsusa transformed, and using the claws on his hands, he ripped across her throat, and she slumped to the table.

Licking the crimson liquid off his hands, he smiled and asked, "Who's next?" Watching the girls run of screaming, Tatsu laughed and dismerged with his hawk, pushing the unlucky girl beneath the table as a surprise for the next dners, he got up and left, walking swiftly past a dark alleyway.