Board Thread:What Would You Do?/@comment-34263048-20180901193753

When you were a kid, First year on your primary school, you met a girl Crying in the playground as other kids bullied her. She was... different... Feline tail. hands and feet like paws with small claws sticking out of them, and large ears on her head. she was much smaller than most kids, and very sensitive for others. Somehow you became friends, and during the years you beceme your schools sports team star especially good in running, while she immersed herself in books and other schoolwork. And every time some kid got the little girl crying, you went running first raised to rescue her.

By the time you were 17, she came to you crying. Her father who had been a diplomat from foreign nation working in your city were leaving back to their homeland, which was some backwater nation other side of the globe. You both protested, She wanted to stay, or that you would come with them, but her or your parents were having none of it. They were quite wealthy relatively high status family, and yours was exactly opposite. All she could promice you that she would find a way to contact you as fast as possible. you shared a good bye kiss, and then she was gone.

Years passed, Sure you had been the wet dream of almost every girl in school, 6 foor tall, muscular and good looking guy, and nobody ever had understood what you had seen in the freak, you had girls coming to you in lines now. but it just wasn't the same. You had moved on your own, worked in a job that barely covered the rent of your tiny crapy apartment, and the little free time you had was spent running, the aching legs and burning lungs were only things that kept you distracted from the thoughts of her, and the call or letter that you had waited for past 4 years. During those 4 years you had practicly alienated from your friends and family, you had ended up alone. You couldn't say that you hated her, but on the other had there wasn't any other proper word to describe the feeling. The promice to keep in touch broken, which had left you broken.

Today as you had come home from running, made some microwave food, and dumped the dishes in a growing pile of dishes on the kitchen sink. you thought about cleaning a bit, to be honest you dont really even remember when you had cleaned last time. sometiime this year it porbably was, or was it last year, you werent actually sure about it anymore. Suddenly there is a knock on the door. As you open the door, you see a shadow, someone very large is standing outside. The one who was out there pushes the door open, now you saw that she had something on his or her head, as she or she pushes you deeper in to your apartment and crouches to follow you in. As the mysterious stranger gets in you are getting bit scared. You had heard about some crimials going in to peoples homes even while they were home sometimes it hadnt ended well are you the next victim?

-"It was kinda hard to find you [your name]" She says, voice was low but clearly feminine. you look at her again, and then it hits you. After all these years, she is here now... How ever, she isnt the shy, barely 5 foot tall girl you once knew. She is gigantic, at least by human standards. Well over 7 feet tall Jinko bloking your way to the door now. Her body much more defeloped than you remembered, yet packed with so much muscle that professional athletes would be envious, chest like couple watermelons, and the most intimidating thing, her claws were like meathooks.

WWYD 