This was not the best time for me to be out in the streets especially with that weirdo freak across the road that was transforming into a werewolf. I ran to hide in the shadow of the huge oak tree that belonged to that old witch Mrs. Shrindervich. And by witch I mean potions, spells the works. She was one of the three Shrindervich sisters they are the worst witches in the whole world. They can’t make a spell for iced tea without exploding their spell shed. Anyway as I hid up inside the trees shadow I could hear the man ripping the flesh from his back and at the same time going from a man’s helpless yell to a screeching horrible wolf cry. I could not bare the sound but had to remain still or I would’ve become that werewolf’s first meal. When he was done transforming within the next, twenty five seconds, he, I mean “it”, ran off past the three last houses in the estate of the  Mr. Cordigrove’s mansion. I do believe that is where our so called mayor lives but no one ever survives long enough ever to glimpse upon his face and come out alive. Everyone knows that he is a wizard, or has abducted one, because he has a gigantic shield of invisible electric that surrounds his entire house that a wizard of the secret council discovered that it was a spell that only the person, wizard or witch, that cast the spell could take it back. Well after I figured that it was safe to go home I slowly but surely crawled out of the shadows. I was what regulars (aka humans) called a  common house cat but in my world I am known as a very rare creature called Seradore my name however is probably too hard for you to pronounce and enunciate so you can just call me Carisma. I am also what humans would call an orphan meaning that I have no mother or father around to take care of me. I guess Eugene is sort of like a brother in a way but he sort of distances his self from real emotion that can control him in bad ways. Eugene is a Florander he can control other creatures emotions but not his own. I came home to the alley that he and I live only to find him drunk and unconscious. His kind also has the ability if that if they get drunk enough they can read the other creatures mind. I would describe Eugene as a rugged, handsome looking Florander that is if they are supposed to have dark short hair and the body of a human and almost hazel eyes, although they have a weird language that is sometimes hard to understand but he usually speaks quite clear for a Florander of his age. They normally don’t learn how to speak English until their late twelve hundreds. As he started to wake up he yawned and his breath smelled ripe of beer and other fowl smells.