Henry Tudor
the beast within
It had been the soft sound of the man's voice that had caught Henry's attention. His ears were peaked at their highest, honing in on the sound that he thought he could hear. Eyes scanned the beach until they fell upon a man just sitting there on a bench, watching the waves in the middle of the night. Why the hell was someone out alone on a full moon night? Was this man an idiot?
Slowly the cat rose to his feet and leapt from the rock. Slowly his large paws padded through the sand, bringing him closer to the stranger. While he might wish he could shift and spare the man some fear, he could not do such a thing until the moon finally set and the sun rose to indicate a brand new day.
Henry kept a good distance away from the man, not really intending to scare the man. He was just curious what had brought him out a lone at night. Clearly he was not a were or else he would not be human.
Henry came to sit himself a few feet from the stranger, his bright blue eyes staring at the man. His lips parted and while he was trying to introduce himself as Henry...the only thing that left his cat's lips was an animalistic sound. He hated the fact that he couldn't communicate with the stranger. He wished he could set the man's fears at ease. If anything, Henry didn't want to be shot and killed. He was lost. He needed to get back to the west side but he wasn't sure how. It wasn't like he could ask this man for directions.