Jeremiah...

The day was almost over... the sun setting behind the thick canopy of the island jungle. Rain fell from the sky, as it did most days on the island, a cool breeze causing the trees to sway softly. A dark crimson feline was lounged on the wooden porch of a very old, seemingly abandoned dwelling. It was a two-story rustic house... completely out of place on this island. A porch wrapped around the entire dwelling and Jeremiah found it quite relaxing to lay out here... the cool breeze and mist rustling his already tousled fur.

He appeared to be in his late 20s, one of the elder felines on this island. His tousled crimson pelt was adorned with a few black stripes and his almost soulless eyes were ringed in black.

It seemed to rain more and more on the island since he had returned. He enjoyed the rain and lightning and thunderstorms...

Rolling on his side, he stared out into the jungle a blank expression on his dark features.

Ears perked at the sound of a potential visitor. Instantly, Jeremiah rose from his resting position, darks eyes peering out into the jungle. Dark gaze locking with the green eyes of his visitor, he stepped forward to the edge of the porch. What the hell was that?

Staring down off the porch at the small kougress, he cocked his head to one side. It had been a long time since he had since a kougress so small... like a housecat. He himself, had more of the build of a cougar and towered over the small kougress.

He didn't really say anything for a moment, before offering a paw as if to help her onto the porch. "Hey... what the hell is wrong with you? Get out of the rain."

Looking down at the kougress he had the urge to just pick her up and squeeze her... though, realizing that wouldn't be entirely appropriate he removed his paw from hers. What was with all the lost kougresses showing up at his house?

"Jeremiah. Who are you?" He sort of gave her an odd look and a half-hearted smile. She appeared to be very young but he was never good at judging age. He wondered why she was wandering in the forest all by herself and how he had never met her before. As she stared at him, he sort of looked away uneasily and started to walk towards the door, motioning for her to follow him inside. He was surprised she was so trusting...

He could tell Nyx was flustered and it put a smirk to his face. Wandering inside, he closed the door behind her. "Heat? What the fuck... we're in the middle of the jungle." A rare smile appeared to show he was teasing as he wandered into the living room. Hopping onto the couch, he didn't bother to offer her a drink. He could tell she wasn't that type.

Patting the spot beside him on the couch, he turned to look at her, a sort of curious expression on his dark features. "So... how old are you?" Perhaps it was an odd question to ask, but he was extremely curious. "I mean... your kind of small." And that was kind of obvious.

"Seventeen, then. Ok..." Jeremiah pondered this, not even noticing as she almost slid off the couch. The old black and white television turned on in front of them, a staticy version of the weather channel on mute appearing. Odd.

Stretching out, he sort of laid down on the couch, his large cougar form taking up most of it. The lower half of his body he squished behind Nyx, resting his head on one his paws as he stared at the mute television. He fell silent, not saying anything else. The silence was awkward, but Jeremiah, who really had no manners to speak up, didn't notice. Shifting again to get more comfortable, he accidentally grazed (or for her size, perhaps kicked) Nyx in the stomach. Noticing this, he sort of gave her a smirk, but no apology and turned his attention back to the television.

"So, Twix... who else do you know on the island?"

Looking away from the television at Nyx spoke, he locked his dark gaze with her own in an almost unnerving gaze. Listening to her name all the people, he raised a brow at how hyper... and happy she seemed. He hadn't seen anyone like that in a long, long time.

When she finished, he shrugged, a smirk on his features. "Don't know striped girl, mask guy is Moon... can't stand the guy. I think my ex-girlfriend actually cheated on me with him... or were we actually dating then... I think so. Can't even remember. And sure, I know Isaiah. I don't know if I'd call him popular... everyone is popular on an island with 5 people."

He shifted positions yet again, never staying in one spot long. This time he rolled on his back, staring up at the ceiling, one paw reaching down to scratch the fur on his stomach. "Isaiah is my son. I'm surprised you hang out with him though. He doesn't seem like your type of guy."

Raising an eyebrow at her old comment, he sat up on the couch, an almost insulted expression on his features. "Old? I'm not old! I'm 29! Isaiah is just... odd and keeps growing old fast. I don't know what is wrong with him."

Rolling his eyes, he studied the kougress, still put off by her personality. Why was she so bubbly? He wasn't so sure he liked bubbly. "Melala? Malaia? Yeah I kinda sorta remember her. Isaiah got all ticked off when she fucked me because he liked her. Odd situations I get myself into." He shrugged as it was no big deal.

"You know, for seventeen... you act like your five." Jeremiah was being brutally honest, staring straight at the girl. "I mean, don't you ever just want to get drunk and let loose? Don't you feel out of place? Hasn't Isaiah corrupted your mind by now?"

Jeremiah could tell his words and personality weren't excactly clicking with the kougress. She seemed so naive... so not used to the real world. He had been exposed to everything possible in his life. To the point where he had to live extreme if he wanted to feel anything at all. Innocence was not something he understood at all.

"You know, sorry. Sooorry. I'm not used to talking to goody-goodys, my bad." Jeremiah held a paw out in front of him, as if indicating he was going to stop. Moving his paw from mid-air to the girls shoulder, it felt warm, though when he locked his dark gaze with her own he appeared nothing but soulless and cold. "Isaiah would corrupt anybody if he had the chance. He's just like me. Maybe not as... extreme as me. But he will be, one day. He reminds me of myself when I was his age."

Thoughts traveled back to living in the forest as a cub... his real memories beginning in his late-teens. He was exposed to a large group of kougras and with that, the relationships and violence and emotional scars. His first girlfriend, his first drink, his first time killing someone... raping some innocent kougress... these were the things he couldn't erase. Deep down, he knew that Isaiah was lucky his mother was so unlike Jeremiah in every way or he might have turned out worse than he did.

Shaking the thoughts out of his mind, he put on a faux smile, unconsciously moving closer to Nyx on the couch. Draping his large paw across her shoulder, he spoke to her, though his gaze was fixated on the television. "I could show you real fun. You would feel alive. Or, we could just nap... whatever you want."

ooc| Ok well I gtg... it's 12:00 here and I have work/school tomorrow! I'll reply tomorrow Good night!

"Yeah. Wherever you want."

Jeremiah shrugged, hopping off of the couch and heading towards the stairs. "I sleep upstairs."

He was growing weary of trying not to offend Nyx. He didn't like having to censor himself. Before heading up, he turned and spoke one last time.

"You know, one day your going to have to face the real world. Your seventeen... you should know this. People your age just don't... act like you do. Whenever your ready to wake up to reality, I'd be glad to show you... tell you... share stories, share some drinks, whatever. Until then, I'm not into babysitting. No offense, but your too immature for me. And for gods sake... defend yourself. It's too easy with you, you don't get mad no matter what I say." Giving her a wave of one paw, he climbed the staircase.

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