In a dream, he was standing in the middle of a lake noting a bright light in the distance. The images changing from his clothed state to his unclothed where he was naked and nothing was on his person in dreamland. Voices shouting, chanting started up in some foreign languages that he wasn't able to decipher, though, he hinted they were no doubt in African tongue and sounds of beating drums reverberated in the clear of the night as his nude body started forward, feeling the luscious, dark green folidage between his toes. As if unable to stop the scenes from haunting his state of mind, a black woman in a leopard mask looked at him. There was no telling what color her eyes were cause the glassy, chartruse eyes was a deep amber like his own beast. Except it wasn't his beige cat's oculars but the leopard mask and the face behind it twirled in rhythm to the series of beats of the Rada Drums. Each beat was heard like recording it to memory. His flawless face held charm and elegance, dark hair was unruly, that masculinity of his features was an attraction to the eyes of every woman who glanced back at him as the tone of the leader's voice called to him even when she rode the Loa. Her features was taken in even as her bare frame moved in the way a serpent swayed their scaly body to attract their prey's attention. She called to him, come forth, little kitten. Come and participate in the magic. He started moving in her direction as if, she put strings on his arms and legs. Then, just when he reached her they was locked in an embrace not caring what or who was around them. He kissed those lips, tasted the feel of her mouth like they were sweet, her dark flesh was explored as the front of his body crushed her torso, letting her plump bosoms touch his bulk chest. His eyelids moving as he was constantly still in an REM mode. His form laid in the soil, the black lady on top of him was far more beautiful even if she wasn't real. The woman leaned down to touch his lips with hers, letting him feel the power of the vodoun magic that filled the air around him. A long pole stood erect in the center of the circle, that was not something he had seen a few seconds at the beginning of this fantasy, a sexual bliss that really sent shivers in his physical body like he was experiencing what he had not even had since the days in his youth. His dream form was feeling her lips down the length of his form, then just when the good part was coming around, the dream was over. 



Breathing lightly, he reached a left hand to his chest, feeling that irregular heartbeat that tripled to a full on powerful rhythm. There was no doubt he was perhaps hardened and a little wet from that lucid dream or was it just that, a dream that did not sound like it was anything but a picturesque of the effects of lacking what every teenage boy in his days may have experienced. Sexuality was an adventure of a lifetime, Owen was a womanizer in his own way, that pretty much said a lot about his personality. The Casanova of a feline, sophisticated in more than one ways. Swallowing harshly, making sure to hide much of that coarseness that would never cease throbbing no matter how much he wanted it to. Sex dreams and it's full on effects may do that to anyone. Luckily, there was no blood or fear cause that may bring his beast to the surface, shifting at odd times at the wrong place is never a decent scenario. Not for him.

Rubbing his eyes with the sides of his fists, being accustomed to his surroundings. He picked up a heavenly scent, one that he knew. The feline deep within raised his cranium a little, like he was on cue as the other half was seeing what Ren was doing with that ..Mime? If possible he may still be dreaming that this lady was actually entertaining herself or the people around Jackson Square was either observing or half of them didn't bother to stick around with someone who hangs around those irritating things they call it. That was humanity, humans were always thinking. In the twinkling of his hazel irises, part of him couldn't help but laugh harmoniously. It had nothing to do with full moon magnetisms since his mood switches from it's normal man to it's primal man where anytime from the eclipse meant he must be careful. Raising a right hand, giving the dhampir a swell hello. Owen was well aware of the confusion aroma around the woman, she gave him questions that neither he nor his beast hadn't picked up, not yet. Holding back a gentle purr even as the girl came into sight.

A cat..nip? A nice set of words that the lovely lady had to inquire about his ...droning moments. Jackson Square just had that effect for the place itself held serenity and peace. Plenty of activities happened right here where the Cathedral continued looming it's majestic structure in the far distance. His keen eyesight was much greater than any bifocal glasses so he was able to spot it as if, the outline was close in his peripheral vision. The power his leopard gave off, slipped from inside the chasm of his human-like frame as it wrapped around Ren in a blanket to let her see there wasn't any threats nor harm from the large male whose whiskers on his forehead and jawline vibrated. To the cat world, their cunning and power magnified to where anyone who didn't know much about the felidae lifestyle would understand they watch, closely. Stalking and you would not have seen them no matter where you was, the predator was out there with your name on it. Owen's beast wasn't the bigger one's. More of a creature who likes lounging in spots he is most comfortable, when he is not in a corner or threatened then you was okay.

Neither he or the spotted kit was alike, on the surface the man was a generous doctor who heals his patients, the other was far more different than what his human half was in personality and demeanor. The guide was picked up, leaving room on the seat in case Ren liked to join him. That was up to her. "I dozed off. I was...caught in the moment of the...orchestra." Tame the beast or is it, harmony soothes them? If the metaphor was true then he was in the swing of the acoustics even when the mysterious femme came forward. "Would you like to join me? That was..generous of you to cheer that guy up." Instead of using he can feel the emotions rolling off him, he used a more normal sentence to fill in the blanks.


Rather she had not implied has nothing to do with the fact, he was a dope. Sometimes, what you did not interject in your sentences is how well that person can read you and that often came with several years of experiences. Owen may appear to look like a dunce but he sat in his office too long not to have seen nor heard what she was trying to say. Little to her knowledge perhaps if he hadn't spent decades in his position maybe he might have missed something. He pretended to have less understanding so left her to it. One of his sisters does this same thing all the time. It was apparent that he knew more than a lot will think he does not. Keeping a straight face he made no sudden movements. Cats have a sixth sense about things unheard or unseen. His leopard kept by his half's side, he did not react when the woman came close, she wasn't a threat so it had no reason to be suspicious.

A cunning smirk was nothing he lost, but the minute she made that comment his nerves shuddered just slightly. If she can do that to many a man like she is doing now he would say she was good. Flirtatious he was within and without. Part of him had the urge to rub up against her side, it will be extremely right only cause he liked how she smelt whatever the fragrance bouncing off her is. Yes, he was already getting use to the girl. He nonetheless liked her when he first met her. Taking a light breath, he looked down to see a white poodle rubbing against him. "Ah! Aren't you cute?" The little dog barked, barked, and barked some more in a high pitched tone.

A rotund woman came bounding to the people sitting on the bench. The lady was in her middle-age, slightly in her early fifties. There was a sweet aroma of some perfume clinging to her that Owen could tell she uses what his mother used to wear. The big lady apologized for her dog's behavior. "She's usually like this. Come now Annie." She said, making kisses at her small dog, then the two wandered off leaving the Square. If there was a lot of action going on around here it was that he may come often. What's fun when you're not sure what to do with it? He inhaled smoothly, that episode was a bit random if he does say so himself. Do all shifters like him get some reactions from pets or wild animals? It was not unheard of, he studied on his laptop a lot since he was turned the first few days of his infection. Made him aware that this was an adventure for him. As for the rude, crude personality, Owen didn't mind it, in fact, that was what made him like her cause she was herself and not someone else that was like two faced or four faces. "I have a sister like you. Her name's Lana. You should probably meet her whenever she's down here." He suggested with a sweet smile.

A few of the kids entered with their parents who were no doubt tourists, neither seems to be a native of NOLA. They was enjoying themselves, that made him happy to see them like this. Life is all about expressing yourself in million ways. "I'm constantly working. I am a doctor so I keep busy, very much." Physicians were usually married to their jobs than anything else. Slipping in his pocket, he never thought of it until now. He reached into his burgundy, leather wallet, slipped out one of his business cards, then handed to her, waiting to see if she'll take it or not. Never know when you will need to contact someone whose close in range. "Call me sometime." It was unexpected yes, but the idea is that the supernatural community including the humans could stick together whenever it is possible.