{ Listen to the Tigers ROAR } SW ; Open

[нαℓƒ~мσση]

The roar of a motorcycle disturbed the usually peaceful street. A young man around the age of 23 rode at speeds that were probably too dangerous for someone to attempt, but he kept the bike balanced. His head was covered by a thick black helmet and his torso strained against the tight leather jacket. He slowed down and turned into a driveway, the tires screeching just a tad. He shut the bike off and an eerie silence fell over the neighborhood.

The man removed his helmet and shook out his dark blonde hair. He propped the motorcycle up, hanging his helmet from one of handlebars. He pulled out a pack of cigarettes ad a lighter from his jacket pocket. Yeah, yeah, smoking was bad. He knew that, but even so he lit the little stick and pinched it between his lips. Dorian Gaunt was new to this neighborhood and already, his neighbors were none too fond of him.

[Етеяиiту]

A 5'4" tall girl with long white hair and bright red eyes stood on the sidewalk next to his house as if she were waiting for a car to pull into the driveway, her eye lashes were white but surely there. Her body was thin, as if malnourished but her chest was large. On her right arm going around her elbow on her pale skin was red in the shape of a bullseye or target board, these markings were on each of her legs and right chest along with left shoulder but only the one on her right elbow was seen under her black v-neck and red jeans and vans. She blinked once then looked down at the animal at her side which was clearly trying to get her attention, it was a small dragon to supernatural eyes but to a regular human it was nothing but a st. Bernard dog.

[нαℓƒ~мσση]

Dorian jingled around for his keys, blowing out smoke as he approached his house.

[Етеяиiту]

She looked at the smoke and the dragon chuckled prancing over and jumping on him snatching the cigarette out of his mouth and then stomping on it. She stood there looking ahead staring off into space as if not completely there.

[нαℓƒ~мσση]

The weretiger blinked in surprise and looked down at the dragon, "Um.."

[Етеяиiту]

The dragon puffed at him and then grabbed his keys noticing the sound they made and trotted back over to his owner and stood on her jingling the keys in front of her eyes, to which she made no response. The dragon brought the keys back to him then went over to her and bit her hand trying to get a reaction.

[нαℓƒ~мσση]

He glanced up at the girl, then down at the dragon, "Hey miss?"

[Етеяиiту]

She gave no response to the boy or the dragon who was tugging at her bleeding hand.

[нαℓƒ~мσση]

Frowning, Dorian walked over and touched her shoulder, "Miss?"

[Етеяиiту]

She still made no response the dragon gave up and let go licking the wound till it closed from his sharp teeth

[нαℓƒ~мσση]

He raised one eyebrow, waving one hand in front of her face.

[Етеяиiту]

The dragon came to his side, in front of her and jumped on her, tackling her to the ground making her blink and rub her head, sitting up she looked around then at the dragon who sat down next to her and pouted.

[нαℓƒ~мσση]

Seeing that she was responsive, Dorian stepped back, at least she wasn't hurt.

[Етеяиiту]

She blinked a few times before rubbing her temples and yawning, seeing Dorian she looked completely without emotions, it wasnt because of him it was because he was a person, someone who could communicate with other people, someone who was just like all the other di*ks in the world. She stood up and pet the dragon then gave Dorian a slight bow and walked around him, past him, across his driveway and down the sidewalk. The dragon didnt follow her though it sat there and watched her rolling its eyes.

[нαℓƒ~мσση]

"O-ooookay," Dorian blinked, watching her go.

[Етеяиiту]

The dragon tapped his tail on the ground three times before you could hear the screeching of tires and could see her being hit by a car. The dragon started trotting over to her grabbing Dorians hand so the dragon wasnt alone this time.

[нαℓƒ~мσση]

The tiger's eyes widened slightly as the dragon led him. What the hell?

[Етеяиiту]

The dragon led him up to her limp body then let go and licked her bleeding face. A blow like that would kill on impact and the a*shole who drove away after hitting her obviously saw that it had. The dragon put his nose to her neck where the same mark which was on her elbow appeared around his nose.

[нαℓƒ~мσση]

Dorian knelt beside her and swore softly, searching for a pulse.

[Етеяиiту]

As soon as the mark appeared where the dragon touched her pulse slowly started to appear, slow and deathly at first but after about a minute it was just fine