The silence was abruptly disturbed by the frantic squeal of a frightened rabite. A glance in the sound's direction would reveal that a feline woman had pinned a rabite under her paws. Amaya, as she was called, lifted her paws and let the poor thing start to speed away... then lunged for it and held it down again with a little chortle, apparently amused by the critter's efforts to escape.

Gforte is startled by the sudden shattering of silence, so much so that he jumps.This unsettles him from his seat, and knife and branch tumble forgotten from his fingers as he shouts and attempts to grab hold of his former seat. Luckily, he manages to do so, but he sets about glaring down the source of commotion.

Amaya yowls in alarm and whips around looking for the source of the shout, in the process allowing her victim to escape. For a moment she stares at the man, every muscle in her body tensed as if ready to fight or flee... then something seems to override that and she relaxes, looking nonchalant. "Lovely evening, isn't it?" she purrs silkily.

Gforte growls on his own, dropping from the tree and landing easily on his feet. "Would be, if I almost hadn't of taken a tumble from a tree just now." He bends down, collecting his knife quickly and swiping it's blade across his pants leg before returning it to it's sheathe. "I understand the thrill of the hunt, but would it kill you to make sure no one else is around before you set up a racket?"

Amaya watches sharply while he collects the knife, though she continues to appear laidback otherwise. "Aww, did I startle you?" she responds with a trace of mockery in her tone, then smirks, eyes glittering with... something. "You could at least have the decency to buy a girl dinner after making her lose hers."

Gforte catches what the girl is meaning, but the only thing visible in his demeanor is a light coating of anger. Still, after a few moments, he sighs, and shrug
s. "Yeah sure, why not. You like meat, right?" He actually had some gold left in his pocket after the last bit of tinkering he did, might as well spend it on a nice meal.

Amaya grins like the cat that ate the canary, clapping her hands together. "Oh, yes. Fresh blood is wonderful, but there's something so satisfying about making someone else cook you a nice steak dinner while you do nothing, wouldn't you say?"

Gforte nods. "'Cor. Long day of play, nothing's better than making someone else do the work." He rubs his chin. The last place he had been that served food was Wutai, but that had been a while and a ways away. He examines Amaya for a moment, getting a feel for what places would try and kick them out before grinning. "Come on, let's hit the Inn. Guy running it owes me a favor, and I hear his chef is pretty damn good."

Amaya giggles softly. "Fine by me." She takes a moment to size him up as well, looking thoughtful. "You wouldn't happen to be acquainted with the Overlord of these parts as well, would you?"

Gforte raises an eyebrow at Amaya. "Overlord? Couldn't tell ya. There's a few rulers about, but I don't think anyone's been dumb enough to try and campaign the entire world. Well, except me. I tried to do that. Things happened before I even got started."

Amaya looks surprised at that response as she follows along, wheels turning in her head almost visibly were he to look at her face. "No one? The lords have just agreed to share power?" She squints at him evaluatingly. "Things happened?" Maybe there was something special about this world she didn't know about yet. That would be good to learn.

Gforte begins walking in the direction of civilization at this point, and waves dismissively. "Shit if I know how people keep themselves from war. It just works that way. Every once in a while someone tries shit, and they almost always end up losing outright or via attrition. As for me..." He is quiet for a little while, before speaking again. "Let's just say I have to choose the people I trust better. The experience was not pleasant." There is no measure of amusment in his voice towards the end, and it's rather safe to assume many bad things happened

Amaya frowns slightly as she considers this. "I guess I'll have to stick around and see how things work around here," she muses aloud. Not that she has much choice, she hasn't figured out any way to get back to where she came from. She tsks softly at the man, but not harshly. "Well, you see, that was your mistake, trusting anyone at all."

Gforte seems to get over his dark spot quickly, but is still quiet for a little as he pushes through some bushes. "Yeah. I figured that out after a while. This is probably the most talking I've done to anyone who wasn't me." The sounds of people are already close by as the two cut through the trees and shrubs.

Amaya's ears prick up at the sounds of civilization, having no trouble keeping up even as they cut through bush and shrub. No pampered princess, she. "Well, at least you aren't dead. Betrayals often end that way," she says quite cheerfully, as if this is something to be happy about.

Gforte steps onto the paved stone as they enter town via a back alley. "Funny story that. Mhhhh actually nevermind." He looks back to Amaya and then jerks his head down the alleyway. "This way. Inn isn't all that far, so you shouldn't get all that many angry housewives glaring at you."

Amaya snickers softly after he thinks better of sharing whatever he was going to share, turning down the alleyway. "Angry... housewives. Somehow that doesn't concern me much. And why would they do that?" she asks.

Gforte stops, and turns to give her a Look. "Lady. Nothing personal, but you have less clothing on than some whores I know. We run across the wrong housewife, and she's liable to call the guard on you for exciting the loins of her 23 year old baby. Get me?"

Amaya seems downright amused at this. "Ohhh, I see, this must be some kind of human world! Humans are so easy to torment. Almost too easy... just my luck. Well, maybe I can still have some fun here."

"Eh. Mostly human. We've got a few others running about." Gforte sets off down the back alley again, and nods to a small ball of fur that they pass. "Some like them, don't touch him. Filthy old oervert bastard. Got some giants around here too. And every damn thing inbetween. You'll fit right in if you feel like you want to."

Amaya licks her lips musingly, giving the furball a wide berth. Finally a slow smirk crosses her face. "For a while, maybe. But fitting in for too long would get boring."

"She says to the crazy looking man." Gforte snickers to himself and takes a right out of the back alley. They weren't quite on either of the main streets, but they were about to hit one. Gforte does a quick look around for any police officers before nodding. "Right. Strut like we own the place and head south."

Amaya nods pertly, and turns south. One thing can be said for her; she does the 'strut like you own the place' thing like a pro. Doesn't even seem to care if there are any lingering stares in her direction. "You don't look that crazy to me."

Gforte's strut seems to owe more to 'I'm a mad scientist, screw with me at your discretion.' The way he can arch his eyebrows is really impressive. "Says the mostly naked cat woman. Ever hear 'Beauty is in the eyes of the beholder'? I look normal to you, but what do we look like to a normal person." He turns, and walks down a cozy little alleyway while ignoring what seems to be a bipedal, sentient, and rather angry turtle.

Amaya smirks. "I'm not a normal person? News to me." She eyes the turtle and raises an eyebrow a bit, but doesn't seem too surprised. There are some weird creatures where she comes from too.

Gforte steps up to building and takes a moment to fluff up his jacket some. The wind blows the wooden sign over the door a bit, making it creak before Gforte smiles at Amaya. "Ready, annnnd" He opens the door suddenly and loudly, a cocky grin on his face. "Oh shit it's you again.X

"Oh shit it's you again." A balding man behind the counter of the inn immediately sets his face into his palm as Gforte walks in. "Lemmie guess. You want more free food." "Benny! You wound me. I am perfectly willing to pay for myself and my lady friend here."

Amaya steps in behind Gforte with a smug smirk on her face, which doesn't seem to be too uncommon an expression for the catgirl. She giggles softly and murmurs, "Oh, but why do that when you have a reputation to live up to?"

Benny pales as he sees Gforte's companion. "Oh no. Please no. This is a family establishment. D-do you have like a cloak you can put on her or something?" Gforte examines the cat girl and shrugs. "Nope. Sorry Benny, fresh out. You could always give us a room to go with our food though. It'd keep us out of sight~." Gforte ends this with a wink to Benny.

Amaya giggles at this Benny's reaction to her, smirking and putting a hand on her hip. "See? Too easy," she murmurs as an aside to her companion, then chuckles again at him. "A room already? My, not wasting any time, are you?"

Benny waves a hand and grabs a key from nearby, throwing it underhand to Gforte. "There. Just get out of the doorway before someone with money comes in, for the love of god." Gforte catches the keys and passes them to Amaya. "There. I'll pick up some food before I hit the room. Steak fine for you?"

Amaya takes the keys and nods. "Of course. Mmm, see that it's not too overcooked." She turns and heads in the direction of the room. "See you soon~"

Amaya lets herself into the room and makes herself comfortable, taking a seat in a chair and curling her tail up in her lap. Pretty standard room, two twin beds, a TV, a table with a couple chairs. She leans back in her chair and waits patiently, stomach growling a bit.

A few minutes later the door is kicked as a way of knocking, and Gforte lets himself into the room using his elbows. "Dinner is served. One steak done up rare, and one done medium. Didn't know how much blood you liked, so I went with two that I'd eat." He sets both plates down on the table, and drops into the seat across from Amaya, already pulling out the TV remote and turning it on. "Pick one, I'll eat the other."

Amaya reaches for the plate with the rare steak, pulling in front of herself. She then... picks it up with her hands and takes a vicious bite, tearing it with her teeth. o_O And not looking even slightly abashed for her lack of decorum.

Gforte apparentally has no issue with the woman's lack of social niceties at the dinner table, and instead he pulls a few slices of bread from his jacket pocket, fashions the steak into an odd sandwich, and then begins chowing down himself, flipping through the TV channels to find something interesting.