ReiNeko-chan

Why Always Witches? Mro-ow!  Hisss!  Furious golden-slitted eyes narrow at the intruder, black tail lashing agitatedly about.  Crouching low upon the dilapidated granite headstone, briefly illuminated by a sudden bolt of lightning, Ganymede ponders this sudden occurrence.  What would a frail-looking male-cub be doing in this place on this night of all nights of the year?  The  clouds shift, allowing the light from the full harvest moon to reflect upon the black-clad teenage male.  Turning iridescent gray eyes to the shadows, the boy cocks his head slightly, one eyebrow raised. “Coming, Azriel?” Another figure follows the firs