Greg lifted his great shaggy head and placed it on the mismatched fenceline of the paddock. For all that Scotland and New Zealand were the two most beautiful countries he'd traveled to, they weren't so dissimilar. He smelt something with cloven hooves and something else he related to horse, including a trail of something smokey and deliciously human. He shook out his fur and hunkered down moodily; under no circumstances was he allowed to think about muggles and wizards as 'delicious' unless it meant in the attractive, less cannibalistic sense. It was becoming harder and harder to avoid meeting wizards in this part of New Zealand, and hanging out around horse paddocks generally wasn't considered a great idea to that aim. There was something he missed about being in his part-wizard, part-muggle, part-goblin and mostly human state. Most of his daydreams involved things like icecream and soft skin to lie next to. The animagus was taking over, and so too was the lion. Soon he wouldn't be able to shift back at all.
As the wind changed, the breeze carried the smell of unwashed lion to the horses in the far fields, and there was soon a riot of hooves as the mares fled northwards. Greg was too far gone to help himself at that point: with a bellow of exitement, the albino-white lion darted around the posts and circled the north-west paddock, cornering the terrified equine. So caught up he was in his game that the smell of a single human passed unnoticed, and he jumped to-and-fro in a stalking game, scenting only horse and things to play with.
Corvin was had put his transfer form at the ministry this past week as he hoped and prayed that he would be able to move to a department closer to his home but these sorts of things took time and as such he decided that he would take a few days to head out to his ranch in New Zealand. He would be able to handle all his Quidditch work from home, and it had been ages since he had headed out to his country home not to mention it had been several months since he had gone out in the countryside with one of his mares. His father was a huge fan of old western movies and so one day in the spur of a moment he went out and purchased a few horses of his own however like all things that Corvin's father started he soon gave up on the idea and left the animals in the care of the stable master until Corvin was old enough to claim them for his own. The stable master had raised the horses with great care and every summer Corvin would spend the weekends out in the pastures and learned the art of raising such majestic creatures. When he was old enough he bought up the pastures and hired on the old stable master to look after the wild horses that now roamed across the property.
Corvin had checked in with the old horse master and then did a little work on his laptop before he decided that he would go out and check a few miles of fence that the Old man had begun to weaken under the harsh weather condition that they had this past winter. The air was a soft blue as pillow like clouds moved lazily across the sky casting massive shadows on the land below as the wind raced across the fields leaving only swaying grass in its wake as it moved on to exotic location far from New Zealand. Corvin was dress in a form fitting white T-shirt and a cowboy hat, which shield his eyes from the bright sun as well as a pair of his comfortable jeans which huge his body in all the right places. It was a dramatic change from his button up shirts, slacks and ties that his job demand that he wore since first impression were extremely important if he were to sign a new client or close a deal on a contract. However out here in the country he could simply relax and let his worries soar away with the traveling winds and let his mind wonder as it pleased which it was doing when a distant sound brought him back to earth.
It sounded as if something was spooking the mares in the west pasture which was a few minutes ride from where he was at and so turning slightly in the saddles he urged his black mustang Luna onwards which she obeyed loyal as her hooves pound the earth as if it were a demon. Rider and horse flew across the field wildly which left Corvin with a feeling of excitement and Adrenaline that had him hot under the collar as there was nothing more sexy than the power of the great outdoors and nature itself. However as he rounded the last hills that lead into the west pasture he pulled on the reins causing Luna to rear up slightly as her protest filled the air as Corvin laid eyes on the strangest thing that he had ever seen... a white lion running free and now terrorizing his mares. Once Corvin got over the shock he was on the ground, and his wand was drawn as he got closer he fired off a warning charm, that stroke the ground near the lion hopefully drawing the attention of the great beast to him and away from his horses.
"HEY OVER! Here kitty Kitty Kitty"! Corvin shouted as he felt un original in his approach but it was the best to do without putting the great beast to sleep or stunning it.
Gregory flinched as something unexpected smote the ground next to him, and he skidded to a halt to face the new threat. With his eyes off the horses, each animal took the opportunity to flee past him and huddle at the opposite end of the field, flattening their ears in distress. Greg could only see another horse at first, and he flicked his tail warily before finally scenting human. If he'd had eyebrows at that moment, he would have lifted them. That wizard was hot! He wasn't going to chance making an approach in his current form yet and the lion's instincts were going crazy to avoid the strange magic. He shuffled backwards on all four paws and let out a low, rumbling growl. Gregory laughed inwardly. Stay back gorgeous, unless you want to get nipped.
The stand off between the two of them was getting tenser by the minute. Greg refused to scamper away, and it looked like the wizard wasn't inclined to let him continue 'playing' with the horses. Still feeling mischievous, he was starting to like the idea of playing with the human instead. He gritted his back toes into the dirt and focused on the horse instead. To get rid of that obstacle would leave the human alone and unable to escape while he had his fun. It was a courageous beast, he'd give it that, but no horse would stick around after a full-frontal attack by a predator. With no further warning, he launched himself horse-wards and stuck out his claws for good measure. With a whinny of terror, the mustang reared and fled to join the mares, leaving the wizard alone and unprotected. Greg landed heavily and turned to face the man once more. Play with me? he asked him inwardly. His tail twitched in anticipation, and he proceeded to launch himself at the man. This time his claws were sheathed, and both cat and human went down hard while he focused on pinning his 'foe'. If Gregory had lips, he would have grinned. Instead, he had a tongue, and he proceeded to nuzzle daringly at the wizard's neck before bathing him in a sticky pink tongue. "Mrrp!" said Greg soothingly.
Corvin watched as the lion moved with a great deal of agility towards his prized horse with claws poised to kill but missed which caused him to exhale a sigh of relief that he did not know he was holding. However before he could train his wand on the lion the great beast turned and crouched into a pouncing stance before leaping at him which caused him to be thrown backwards with a grunt as his wand flew a few feet away out of reach. Now as he closed his eyes and accepted his fate he though back to a barrage of happier memories but when he did not feel the searing pain of steely teeth against his throat but rather the warm wet tongue of the great beast which caused him to open his eyes in surprise. When the giant cat meowed at him he realized the lion was not trying to attack him but rather play with him which was a first in his long experience with animals both magical and non magical. The weight of the cat was almost to much to bear so in a ditch effort to try and move the great beast Corvin reached up and scratched the big old softie behind the ear in hopes of gaining favor.
Greg leaned into the wizard's touch, enjoying an ear scratch for the first time in a year or two. He purred like an engine and rolled off the poor man, settling for digging his head into the petting and bunting up against him like a house cat. Maybe prolonged isolation had left him starving for company, but Gregory felt far more relaxed than he should have. Most wizards would have hexed him without thinking twice with either a Stunning Spell or worse. So deprived of human interaction he was that the moment the stranger had let his guard down, Greg had disarmed him and nullified his chances of escape simply to get a cuddle. He sat down suddenly, the weight of guilt pouring through his feline body which was not used to the feeling of the more complicated emotions. His scratch-seeking became less vigorous and he cuddled his head gently against the wizard's side, almost an apology.
The moment Gregory calmed down other, more primal, feelings made themselves known. His great stomach growled audibly, and the lion immediately returned to nuzzling the man, this time in search of food. It was strange behaviour for any feline large enough to take down horse-sized prey. Any other starving lion might have taken a bite out of Corvin without a second thought, but Greg could smell carrots and carrots smelled delicious to the parts of his human brain left intact. He gave a rumble of impatience after finding no carrots on Corvin's person.
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