➳ lovestruck - a makoatl story - do not post

[Novi]

➳ a makoatl shipping story that revolves around my two boys, Gerard Wiles and Semias Quinn. makoatls are a closed species that belong to Cole and Juliette Stargazer of CS; this means you cannot make your own.

➳ warning; this fic contains homosexual romance as one of the main focal points of the story. if you are at all offended by this, PLEASE CLICK THE "BACK" BUTTON NOW. I will not tolerate homophobia of any kind, so if you do not support homosexual relationships and cannot show any form of tolerance for them, then this story is not for you.

➳ one more thing; all makoatls mentioned in this story, unless otherwise stated, belong to me. all makos are also portrayed as humans - not anthros/ferals.

[Novi]

chapter one.

➳ Gerard was never one to stop and ask for directions. A stubborn mule of a man, he would always try and find his own way around - which, in turn, usually ended up getting the poor sap even more lost than he originally started out. Usually, Abel would smack some sense into him, or Destery would stop and ask for directions herself, thus getting them out of said predicament, but this time was different. This time, Abel and Destery were not here. This time, Gerard was on his own.
Whether that was a good or bad thing was anyone's guess. (Most likely it was a bad thing.)

So it's here we start our story, with Gerard and his little red backpack strapped to his shoulders. He held an oversized hairless rat in his arms - oh, wait. That was a cat. Amorette. Nonetheless, she was held close to his chest as he nervously glanced around the dense woods. "...I could've swore the map said this was a shortcut..." he whimpered pathetically.
Typical Gerard.

He sighed and continued on, muttering to himself occasionally. Sometimes he talked to Amorette. Most of the time, though, he just complained.
"My feet are tired."
"This is boring."
"I think the map lied to us, Mory..."
Amorette huffed quietly, seemingly annoyed with her master's whining. When would this guy shut up? Did he EVER stop talking? God, why couldn't that nice lady with the glasses adopt her instead of this goofball?

Gerard paused momentarily to catch his breath when he noticed a sign not too far away. "...What do you think that is, Mory?" he whispered, knowing perfectly well she couldn't answer back. Though if she could, her reply would be somewhere along the lines of, "Hopefully PETA coming to answer my prayers?" (She always was a sarcastic little runt.)
Nevertheless, Gerard quickly made his way over to the small, wooden sign, brushing away a bit of dirt with his hand and blinking curiously.

WELCOME TO SOMBRE CITY.
POPULATION: 1
KEEP OUT AT ALL COSTS.

The ravenette huffed softly, shifting a bit. "Well that's not nice," he mumbled quietly, looking out past the sign to see a desolate lone street. "Whoever lives here must be awfully lonely by themself. I'm sure they'd love some company!"
He beamed widely, skipping down the path cheerfully, a skeptical Amorette in tow. If the Sphynx cat could talk, she would certainly be saying, "You dunce. The sign said 'keep out at ALL costs.' Don't you think whoever put up that sign had it put up for a good reason? Moron. You're gonna get us both killed."

As far as they knew, Amorette might as well be right.