[hr][h1][b][i][color=6666FF][center]Demetri Rowan Howell[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h1][center][img]https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/392257844256440322/598409965438369802/image0.jpg[/img][/center][hr][center][color=6666FF][b]Location[/b][/color]:   Dining Pavilion
[color=6666FF][b]Skills[/b][/color]:Shapeshifting [/center][hr][hr]

His green eyes lit up as Rebecca approached him. Kneeling down and offering a hand for him to sniff as if he was a wild animal. He did, ofcourse, take the offer and began to smell her hand. The scent of herbs and oils she had recently worked with emminating off her in a way only an animal could detect. It was a bad smell, and almost made him want to linger around her some more. As she began to scratch behind his ears he purred and leaned into it. Rubbing his head against the palms of her hands, and ensuring to get his cheeks and scent glands pressed against her as she petted him. That is until she made the remark about shelters killing black cats. His emerald eyes shot open, pupils dilating into large black discs before shooting down to thin needles as his purring stop. He took two calculated steps backwards and then shifted back into his normal brown eyed self. 

[Color=6666FF]"Woah woah woah. Let's not get to crazy here. I'm not about ready to use up one of my nine moves just yet. I might need them on this trip after all."[/color] He gave her a bit of a cheeky wink before following behind Rebecca as he awaited the grand tour. The ship was in deed remarkable in every way, and for a split moment he forgot about the dangers that lay ahead. He ran his hands against the wood, following the grain of the ship and feeling it for the first time with human hands. A slight urge came over him to scratch at it but Demetri quickly pushed it away. Stepping in line with the others in patient waiting.