(Ally's Notes: soooooo I've got two stories... I'm only gonna update on the weekends just so you know!)

On My Own

Stranger: Yells from people running and walking down the busy street echoed off the buildings of the busy port town. A small blond was weaving in and out of the crowed seeming like he was invisible to the other people. And for him, that was good. After all he did pick pockets for a living. And he hated every second of it. Matthew always felt bad for stealing peoples hard earn money or rings, what ever he could get his hands on. But he didn't have any other choice he didn't have an parents the he knew of, and he been abandoned on the street since he ran away from an orphanage at age five. Since he didn't have any place to go or money, he started picking pockets. And teen years of doing that Matthew had never once gotten caught. He sighed as he kept walking down the crowed street looking for a person that looked like a good target. It was starting to get a chill in the air telling him that it was going to snow soon, so when he saw a person with a very nice watch, he went for it. Matthew did his best to look natural as he walked by the person, then skillfully slipped the watch off of there wrist. His heart was pounding in his chest as he quickly pocketed the item and kept walking away then quickly made a sharp left into an ally and looked over the watch. Matthew though he could get a good amount for it, hell he will be able to sleep in a inn tonight!He smiled at the though. Not seeing a person come up behind him.

You: The man sneaked up behind him, putting his arms around his neck to keep him still as he whispered into his ear. "Can I have my watch back?" He asked as he held him there. The blonde hair fell around his face as he leaned down, looking at his watch in Matthew's hands. One of his arms loosened and he held a hand out, ready to take it back.

Stranger: Matthews eyes widen wide when he felt arms around his neck and couldn't help it as he started shaking. He was so stupid, he should have gone straight to the pawn shop. He was silent of a few mintues,then shakly have it back to the man."..C-Can you let me go now?"

You: "Non... What were you thinking?" He asked as he felt him shake. His voice was friendly but mocking. "Shouldn't I call the guard? You did zteal from me after all."

Stranger: He tensed up hearing this,and pancied slightly inside. He didn't want to go to prison."...I-I also gave it back.."He tried to reason.

You: "True..." The man shook his head. He put his watch back on, still leaning on his to keep him down. "Zhow me how you did that." He said as he held his watched hand out to him.'he was curious how long he boy had been doing this... And with this, he would know how long.

Stranger: Matthew blinked, and eyed the man. Why would he want to know? He was sure he wasn't part of the guard or anything,but he did so. He just wanted to get out of here. So he silently undid the mans wacth with out touching the skin,and it slipped off with the feeling it was getting pulled just felt like some wind was hitting it."..T-There can you let me go now?"

You: He snatched it back from him. "Tell you what, you promize to come vizit me at the inn, the Drinking Dragon after sunset. If you do, I'll let you go. If you come, I won't tell the guard." He said with a smirk. He was an interesting little kid, with a real talent. He could use him.

Stranger: The Canadian wasn't to sure he should say yes, but with the threat hanging over his head what else could he do? He bite his bottom lip hard enough to make it bleed then nodded."..I-I'll meet you there..'

You: And thus, he let go of him. Backing off, he went to the end of the alley, and he was gone. And the snow started to fall. A begger walked by the alley and went in. "Do you have any change?" He asked as he held up a cup. He was shaking and trembling from the cold.

Stranger: He was scared, shaken from what just happened and looked at the beggar,and sighed as he looked through his pocket. He had a few copper coins, all he had to his name. But it looked like the man needed it more then him."O-Oui i do Sir."he said softly,and moved froward and dropped the coins in the cup,and smiled.

You: "Thank you." The man said with a toothy smile. "You are an angel." He said as he bowed then left the alley, looking for more. Just a bit more, then he could get a drink.

Stranger: Matthew blinedk being called that and shaked his blond hair before shivering from the cold himself,and since the Drinking Dragon was on the other side of town, he decide to get walking so he wouldnt be late.

You: People were already rushing home. With the quickly dropping tempture, snow was begging to take shape on the ground. A small plattoon of guards walked past, a person at a stand selling rotting vegetables called out, another pickpocket got caught and was taken away while his friend went and picked the lock, freeing them. They both took off onto the roof tops while the guards continued with their taking of air to jail.

Stranger: Matthew sighed as he watched the two, newbies. They should be careful with garuds around. He shivered again as the soft snow clinged into his dirty hair, and picked up the pace as much as he could. After a while, shaking from being out so long in the cold, he arrived at the Drinking Dragon and slowly made his way inside, eyes darting around for the man he saw eailer.

You: The man was at the counter, chatting with the bartender as he had a drink. The bartender laughed and shook his sliver haired head. He handed a drink to another person before leaning down to talk to the blonde in private. The blonde nodded and smirked. He was a busy man with many people coming up to ask him things.

Stranger: The young boys eyes rested on the older blond male. He bite his bottom lip and sigehd as he moved closer to him, and just hopped he could get this done and over with. then he would be able to relax with the threat of guards hanging over his head.

You: The blonde turned and saw Matthew. "Ah. I can zee you are zmarter then you look." The blond held his hand out to the bartender who gave him a couple coins. They had bed to see of he would come. "Come over, zit down, have a drink." He said as he patted the Barstool beside him.

Stranger: Matthew was clearly on edge and sighed as he sat down."I dont have any money, so unless your going to pay.."He trailed off and smiled as he held out a bag of coins that belonged to a certain French man."...Because im also a little hungry.."he then placed the bag on the conter and passed it back to the blond.

You: The Frenchman smirked and took it back. Looking to he bartender, he quickly hit him up a round. "He really is something Francis." The silver haired man said with a strange laugh.

Stranger: Matthew knew they where talking about him and shrank into himself a had no idea what he had gotten himself into, and decide he would never steal a watch again. Nope,people who had watchs needed to be some where and are asshats.

Attracted to Beasts

Stranger: Arthur stared intently into the water of the river, his silky, brown - white ended tail flicking behind him as he concentrated on the fish, looking for the right time to strike .Arthurs brown - blacked, slightly ripped tip ears were not listening for any signs of danger as usual " Tch, there has to be some fish in here " He leaned over further, dipping his hand into the luke warm water as he searched . Arthur only had a small territory and bigger, stronger males owned the ones around him .. so he often went hungry .. but when that happened he would head up to the farm and steal a chicken or two .The brit wore a long white shirt that went past his knees, white puffy trousers that went to his ankles and a red ribbon around his neck . Arthur wasn't like many of his species .. He could have children like a female .. so he kept him self to him self , away from any perverted males that would have use for him for him

You: Wasn't that a nice prize? The hunter was about ten feet away, pointing a gun at the fox. Though... He was kinda cute for a fox. Maybe he should just knock him out and breed him. The Frenchman sighed before tossing out some raw chicken. Lets see if he would fall for the trap. He got his tranquilizer ready.

Stranger: Arthurs nose twitched as he scented that chicken .. Damn he was hungry .. He hadnt eaten in a good few days " .. " He turned around and slowly got a little closer, sniffing the chicken a little nervously before taking a small bite. 'hmm, seems nice enough ' he thought before going in for another

You: Wait for it... Bang! He shot the dart towards him. Francis frowned and looked over the bushes to see more clearly. Did he hit him? Best not come out of the bushes until he was sure.

Stranger: Arthur let out a yelp as he felt the sharp point of something go into him.. Straight away he felt onto his side, trying to get up but feeling too dazed too .. After a minuet or two he was finally out of it

You: Ah! He hit'em. Francis popped out of his hiding place to collect his prize. He had to sling his gun back over his shoulder so he could carry him. He smirked at his fox and carried him off.

Stranger: A good few hours later the brit woke up, his eyes still to heavy to open . He could scent the air and knew this wasnt his home . "U Ughmm " He half grumbled half whimpered as he tried to open his eyes

You: He was in a small house, his ankle cuffed to a pole outside of it. Francis was drinking some wine, waiting for him to awaken. He had his gun in his lap and was ready to shoot him with an actual bullet should the need arise.

Stranger: Arthur tugged his leg, hissing as he felt something restrain him with a rattle " .." The brit glared at the chain around his ankle , straight away going down to try and bite through the chain or try and brake it in some way " ...For fuck sake ! " He grunted looking around

You: "Ah. Your awake." The Frenchman purred as he put down his glass and stood up. He left his gun there before walking over to him, staying out of range of the chain. "That anklet of yours is not coming off anytime soon." He said as he sat down on the dead leaves and grass.

Stranger: Arthur glared at the elder blonde, straight away lundging for him but being just out of reach " UGH ! "he smirked slightly and slashed the ground smacking dirt and leaves all up the frenchmen " Why the hell have you put me on this fucking thing ?!" He snapped as he stood up

You: "So you can't get away." His voice fell flat as if it were obvious. "You are trapped fox. You're mine now." He said with a smirk as he watch him from where he sat.

Stranger: The brit bit onto his own lip, causing blood to flow before spitting it at the elder " I am not yours, i am not any ones . I dont have a mate so i dont even belong to them " He turned on his heel, fliccking his tail up before setting him self down

You: He stood up and came a bit closer before getting on his knees and wrapping his arms around his neck. "Oh but I believe you are." He whispered into his ear before biting it slightly.

Stranger: Arthur flinched as he was grabbed,trying to hide the small whimper that had excaped his lips . The brit was a lot of talk, nothing more usually " G get of ! " He grumbled before biting on harsh to the others arm

You: He scowled at the bite and grabbed his nose. He pinched it harshly as he pulled it around so he could meet his eyes. "You. Do not. Bite." He said through his teeth. He held his gaze a second longer before releasing him and walking back to his glass. He took a sip. "Now look what you've done... Made me lose my posture for a second." He said quietly before shaking his head.

Stranger: The brit went deadly quiet besides the small whimpers and yelps that had came just when he was grabbed "... " Once the frenchmen let him go the brit go he scampered as far back as he could, rubbing his slightly twisted neck " .." He got into the corner and lay down in a tight ball, his tail hiding his face " ... I want to go home " He grumbled

You: "This is your home now." Francis said before Going back inside. He let out a frustrated sigh before looking out the window at him. The brit's little house, was inside the backyard of the hunter. The backyard was surrounded by a low fence. He couldn't have wolves or foxes like him going and stealing his game.

Stranger: Arthur frowned, curling up tighter and closing his slightly wet emerald eyes " ..." He swallowed hard and lay his ears down flat. Maybe when he woke up it would just be a dream ..Maybe at least . That night the brit didnt sleep easy .. He didnt feel safe in this place, he wanted his den . The next morning he was up early, digging around the pole to try and lossen it

You: Francis came out to watch him for a good twenty minuets before he spoke up. "Even if you manage to dig it out, it's on a concrete block. I don't think you can lift it." He was eating a rabbit leg as he said this. It was cooked and he quickly finished it.

Stranger: The brit flinched as he heard the voice behind him, quickly turning to look at the other.. /GREAT/ He had wasted a good hour digging ".." He sniffed the air, smelling the rabbit meat " .. Its rude to eat infront of a guest without offering some to them " The brit walked closer before getting on his knees and started to dig the soil there .. if he was gonna be here for time then he would at least build a den for him self

You: "I was thinking about letting you eat inside the warm house with me but with you that dirty I decided agenist it." He shrugged before pulling out the raw chicken from the day before. "If you like, you can have this. It's not as fresh though." He tossed it into the area of which the Brit could reach it.

Stranger: "H hey, thats un fare ! " the brit snapped back " Give me some new clothes and i wont be dirty " He continued to dig until he heard the sound of that chickens body hit the body " ..." Usually he would show some defiance and ignore the food ... but damn he was still hungry . The brit walked over but soon realised he couldnt get it " ...pass it over "

You: "Why should I? You bit me. Get it yourself." The Frenchman said as he shut his eyes and sipped from his glass. He sat there, waiting for his reply.

Stranger: "..."The brit tugged hard on the chain, over and over .. until " AHH ! " He had just twisted his ankle, badly enough to make his eyes water all up "...Uugh " He bit down onto his bottom lip, trying to stop the tears that had grew in his eyes

You: Francis put his glass down and took a curious few steps towards him. He watched him for a second, verifying if he wasn't faking it before going towards him. He crouched down near it and examined the wound. "Tsch... You really are more trouble then you are worth." He said quietly before taking a key out of his pocket and removing the shackle. He picked him up and brought him inside, laying him down on a couch. "Wait there."

Stranger: Arthur tried to shuffle away as Francis came closer to him but his leg hurt to badly. The secound he was picked up he curled up slightly, not really wanting to be picked up by the other " You are the one that decided to drug me and take me away from my home " The brit grumbled under his breath as he was placed down. He would have try and get out but he knew he had no chance

You: Francis rolled his eyes and hurried out of the room, only to come back in with a box. "But you were so cute." He said as he opened the box and gently took his ankle in his hand. He set it slightly, tying not to hurt him. He wrapped it up and then left the room for an instance. He came back with a bag of ice. He set it on the wound carefully. "Now that that is taken care of..." He said as he went back outside. He returned with the chicken. "Are you still hungry my little fox?"

Stranger:The brit winced ever so slightly but not too badly that it was noticeable " Cute ? Well i suppose that is a rather interesting thought "He pulled his tail up and started to groom it " Straight away the brit looked up seeing that chicken " Y Yes please !" He reached up and snatched the food a little rudely .. but he was wild, thats how he did it

You: "You know. If you had waited a little longer to grab it, I could have cooked it for you. It might taste better that way." Going to the fireplace, he lit it, instantly warming up the room. "But hey, a wild animal is wild after all." He shrugged and sat down in a chair.

Stranger: "Im starving .. I dont care if its cooked " He dug into the chicken, finishing it quickly but leaving him self covered it bits of chicken .. He really did need a bath .The brit licked his lips to free some of his skin from the greece " Do you have a pond or something where i can bathe ? '"

You: "I have a tub. And trust me, it's much better then a pond or river. " Francis got up, picked up his injured fox, and brought him up the stairs. He brought him to the bathroom and sat him down on the toilet. "Strip." He commanded as he turned to the bath tub and turned on the faucet.

Stranger: The brit was a little nervous.. He wasnt keen on revealing him self so easily . After a few minuets he finally did as he was told, stripping down to nothing but hiding his member with his tail . Arthurs body was thin not well muscled but indeed nicely shaped . There were scars on his arms back of his neck and back from where males had tried to mount him .. Mating was always rough

You: Francis glanced at him for a second, only to end up staring. "Those scars. You have a lot of them. You get picked on a lot don't you?" He asked as he held his hand under the water, checking the tempture. When he deemed it hot enough, he added a bit of cold before turning it off. The tub was filled around half way and he backed away to let him get in.

Stranger: ".. A little .. In the season i heat like a female .. so males try to hold me down and mate me but im not really in to mating with just any one so they never get their way " He stood up and dived into the water as quickly as hie could, being carefull of his ankle of course " Hmm " He smiled happily and waged his tail

You: "You... But you are a male." Francis said, a bit confused. He watched him in the tub for a minuet. Before picking up his clothes. He would wash these while he was bathing.

Stranger: "Yes well i was born with a weird mutation .. I can have pups if i choose too " He dived under the water and watched the other " Id need a males help of course " He tilted his head" What are you doing with my clothes ? "

You: "I'm going to go clean them." He said as he turned to leave the bathroom. Returning, he had a towel in his hand he placed it on the toilet before looking at him, slightly amused. "You seem to like the water."

Stranger: "Of course i do ! It hides my scent, hides fish, is good to drink and this particular water feels nice and warm on my tail ~ " He splashed his tail about, hitting the other with spays of water " Heheh , got you " He said playfully as he rested his chin on the side of the bath

You: "I can also make it hotter or colder if you like." He said as he held up the towel. "Wrap that around yourself when you are finished." Watching him for a moment longer, he then went out to do as he said he would by cleaning his clothes.

Stranger: The brit nodded and once the other out he climed out ant put the towel around his waist " Hmm " He threw it down and started to shake instead. Once finished he covered him self with his tail and limped out " Hey, hunter man ?" He called still not knowing the others name

You: "Yes?" He called back from down the stairs. A pleasant smell was coming from there. Francis was preparing a stew for that night's dinner. He had washed his clothes and they were hanging outside to dry.

Stranger: " Why'd you leave me up here alone ? " He pouted slightly as he walked down the stairs, yelping ever time his foot hit the floor . Once he was finally down and in the kitchen he walked over and poked the frenchmen '" Hey, wahts your name ? Mines Arthur by the way . Arthur Kirkland "

You: "I left you up there because I believed you could clean yourself. If you don't think you can, I can always join you. That tub is big enough for two." He said with a smirk as he tossed some spices in. He turned around when he poked him. Seeing him naked, he sighed but ignored it for now. "You have names that are like humans... Interesting... " he pondered over it for a bit longer before: "my name is Francis."

Stranger: "No thank you, I am able to groom my self. I am not a pup any more " His tail flicked about slightly in annoyance . He set him self down on the floor " Of course we all have names .. Damn you humans are ignorent " His eye twitched slightly " Well i would say its nice to meet you .. But we did meet because you drugged me "

You: "Ah but that is where you are wrong. I simply stuck you with a dart that was drugged. I didn't drug it myself, i bought it that way." He explained before turning back to his stew and putting the lid on. He took off his apron and turned to him. "Get up. Lets get you something to wear."

Stranger: "It is the same thing . Dont play with your words " He grumbled " then again you are french.. its natrual for you lot to use your words to get out of things " The brit sniffed the air and smiled at the scent, barely hearing the others words " oh .. Ugh coming " he muttered before getting up

You: He went back up the stairs, waited for a second at the second one, then sighed. "Don't come up." He said before heading all the way up. After all, the stairs were hurting his foot so there was no point in having him go up and down over and over again. He came back down with a shirt and some loose pants.

Stranger: The brit looked the clothes over, sniffing them and grumbling before taking them " I dont like how they smell .. its not my scent "... He let out a sigh before putting the shirt on, it hanging low from his shoulders " And where will my tail fit in those bottems ? "

You: "It's not your scent because you have yet to wear them." He said as he took out a pair of scissors and put a hole in the back of the pants before giving them back to him.

Stranger: "But i dont want to wear them any way ,, they arnt as good " He complained but slowly took the bottoms and put them on them self, tiring the sting so they held up better " I dont like this and you should know that "

You: "I do know that. Now go sit on the couch and give that ankle a break while I make lunch." He said as he went back towards the kitchen. He took out a loaf of bread and the left over rabbit from earlier.

Stranger: " Fine " He limped back to the couch , then looked at francis's chair " Hmm " He smirked before getting on it and rubbing his sweet, heat scent all over it, to claim it as his .. doing so he ended up with francis's cologne on him self

You: He came back with a couple sandwiches and a napkin for Arthur. "What are you doing?" He asked quizzically as he sat on the couch.

Stranger: He looked up from his twisted position " Hmm ? I am making your chair smell like me " He rubbed him self against the chair, dry humping it slightly before lounging on lit

You: "You do realize us humans don't use scents to mark our territory. What you just did has no effect on me. I'm still going to sit in that chair." He said before he reached out to give him the napkin. "Tuck it in your shirt."

Stranger: "Nope !" He said defiantly , throwing his shirt of instead a little frustraighted that his plan didnt work " Well then ! I will sit in here so you cant " He rolled about once more before taking the napikin and sandwich, just wolfing the sandwich down

You: Francis sighed and picked up the napkin before coming closer to him. He wiped some crumbs off his chest. "I told you to do that so you would keep clean. It's not easy to get hot water you know." He said before sitting back onto the couch. He ate his own sandwich much less messily. "You can keep you shirt off but once I turn that fire off it will get quiet cold in here."

Stranger: "Im use to sleeping out in the cold winters. I can deal with anything cold you throw at me " He looked over and tilted his head" Why did you bring me back here ? and just to make sure you know you brought me at a very incovinant time. This is the mating season and i should be finding a male " His tail flicked about like it always did when he was annoyed

You: "I thought you said you didn't want to mate." Francis said as he raised an eyebrow. That's right. He paid attention to his conversations! But it was a troubling aspect. He shouldn't leave him outside then. It might attract more foxes maybe even a wolf or two. And he didn't need all those hungry mouths near his game. But the other trouble was that if he were to keep him inside, he only have one bed, which was his. How was this going to work out?