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[maderr]

Hmm. I see a prince, sitting by a fire. A man walks in to speak with him, accompanied by a black panther. Upon his arrival, too shapes by the prince stand up to guard him protectively - a snow leapard and a white tiger. I am pretty certain all the cats can shift. The white cats are reserved exclusively for royals. The prince is not 1337 at all. He's a third son, or perhaps adopted, and what we would call a dork. I sense his kitty bodyguards believe strongly in a hands-on approach to their job. But, who knows. I only have the one little image, atm.

This will bear further prodding, once Beast is done eating my soul. Which it's doing with relish -__- By the time I'm done with this fucker, it's going to be a goddamned novella and that was not in the contract you motherfucking story! Argh!

I wonder what sort of names I should use for the kitties. I always wanted to do cat shifters. Hmm.

Must leave for airport soon.