Title: Playing Nice With Humans
Genre: Therianthropy/Spirituality, Humor
Rating: PG
Summary: Another little therian-related drabble about a random happening that day involving me threating to throw one of the CounselorInTraining kids into the lake for getting my book wet. People around me learn quickly that I follow through on my threats.
Written: July, 2008

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Oftentimes Playing with humans is strange.

The boy has miss taken my warning for a dare and continued in his path towards my verbal threat. I do not only talk the Talk, so I sigh and raise myself from the ground.

I feel the feline-ness full me in my stance and stride as I Stalk towards the boy. The boy's stance is amused and playful, but not unlike a young buck trying to Prove Himself. I walk purposefully and I watch his body language begin to change. He Senses my strange nature. I can see the flicker of confusion behind his consciousness, but he grins playfully and rises to my threat.

I grab his arm and his eyes flash with sudden seriousness before gleaming humorously again. There is a brief scuffle where I continue to move purposefully towards my threat and he begins to consciously understand that I am not playing in the joking way. Subconsciously, his eyes flicker with doubt and fear of the thing he Senses, on some level, in front of him.

I am Attacking, he is Defending. It is basic human nature that he soon bolts.

I chase. There is no thought, no human, no feline, just Chase: the Chase is both and neither. I am at once the primal human with weapon in hand Chasing prey, and feline, teeth clicking and claws flexing to strike. But even then, I am not Chasing for violence or for food. I am Chasing to Catch, and only to Catch.

The boy is silly, thinking he can outrun me, I muse this as I stay right on his tail along his path. I cut to a different, more fun strategy, I whip around to run the opposite way.

Being human, he realizes my idea and takes a different course of action as well. He is silly to think he can hide from me. I find and Chase him more. I grow bored of running again and halt to watch him run--something I used to do to tire my little brother. The Chase reminds me of those days.

I am a combination of human and feline as I ponder on the similarities and differences between my brother and the boy. At once I am musing old memories, but also looking for faults to bring him down by his heel.

He thinks I am finished with him and perches on the railing nearby. He reminds me of a bird, perched so lightly, so easily pushed into the water below as my original threat.

I feel the savage grin light upon my face as I approach.