Owner	Pose
Miss Moreau	Crime lordess she might be, but Miss Moreau needs her 'normal' time too. Today? That normal time is being spent in the Metropolis Zoo! The woman is in her usual dress, this one somehow even more beruffled than usual. It fights tightly to her curves, thin though they are. Currently, Moreau is at the petting zoo portion of the zoo. It's somewhat late at night, getting close to closing. Moreau is alone for once aside from the bird on her shoulder. The single worker occasionally stares at the strange woman who seems enamored with petting a cute little lamb! "There there, little one! So pretty and soft. Wouldn't you like to grow up big and strong? I could do that for you. Sweet, sweet little lamb, do you love your Auntie Moreau?" Coo's the supervillainess as she caresses the thing's neck and back. Oddly, the sheep seems enraptured, cuddling up against Moreau's side like she were it's mother. Her free hand has a book open in it. Slowly, braille lines and dots are covering the page it's open on, appearing from nowhere.
Tigra	Oddly enough, someone else has been at the zoo who looks as though she could fit into a twisted version of such a place: Tigra. In fact, she came to study the tigers themselves, as much to see how they reacted to seeing her on the side of safety as to simply observe some of her 'kin,' stretching the concept or not. Certainly, she's got her share of looks, people pointing, some whispering, a few with their phones out to sneak a picture. Privacy doesn't exist when you're a walking, talking tigress, but maybe she likes it that way when she's out in public. What's wrong with a little attention? She did show up closer to closing time than most would, but with her purpose of being here quite specific, there was no need to venture into the other parts of the zoo. Plus, most of the crowds have already left. Satisfied with her tiger time, the cat-woman is on her way past the petting zoo when something causes her to pause, then glance toward the person with the sheep.
Miss Moreau	Really, Moreau tends to stand out. No one wears that amount of flippery outside of very, very enthusiastic goths. It's that odd, rhythmic way she speaks to the lamb that might catch Tigra's atention. "Oh, yes yes yes! I'm glad you like that idea, little. Do not worry. None of those bad zookeepers will hurt you again. I promise. You are saaaafe with Auntie Moreau. Precious little one. So sweet. So sweet." Comes Moreau, and her finger touches the sheep's forehead. The book finishes writing itself. And then, her finger glows a dull purple. A spattering of light, and then there's a circular brand on the sheep's forehead. It baa's in response, shaking it's head, then it turns around three times. Moreau rises as the sheep turns to Tigra. Another short baa. "Oh! I didn't realize I had an audience. Good evening...Miss!" A sharp sniff. "Hmm. Such a...unique scent. Intriguing. I...oh my. Delicious." A smile grows on her face even as she blushes. "But forgive me! Miss Moreau. A true pleasure to meet you." Comes the woman in pleasant tones, as she closes her book and starts walking up to Tigra. One hand is held out, palm up.
Tigra	Tigra raises a brow at the..eccentric clothing styles Miss Moreau is in, or maybe it's 'Auntie' Moreau given what she's calling herself as she coos at the sheep. She's watching this by now, listening, also staring briefly at the bird with her. No, no urge to dine on bird at the moment. The color of the finger glowing, and something left behind on the sheep, leaves the tigress to set her hands at her hips and stare. "What was that all about, right there?" she calls over, just about at the same time Moreau's taken notice of her and begun her own approach as Tigra takes a couple steps closer as well. Now the 'Miss' is noted along with the name again, the woman apparently quite interested in whatever she's smelling. She peers at the book, her tail shifting from one side to the other mutedly, as she attempts ot make sense of this woman. "What's 'delicious' about it?" she questions, keeping her name to herself for a spell.
Miss Moreau	Moreau chuckles just a bit as Tigra proves curious. A long, slow smile that looks far too wolfish. Her head tilts, bird like, even as her bird does the opposite. The raven on her shoulder stares at Tigra intensely. Those eyes shine with intelligence. "It's so...beastly. Primal. So very strong! You are not a normal woman, at the risk of rudeness. May I know your face?" Asks Moreau, continuing to walk closer and closer to Tigra. She pauses about a foot away. "Constance here tells me you are very beautiful." % A little giggle from the woman. The sheep seems to be following Moreau now. "Such a personal question! Mmm. I'm feeling generous. You see, that cute little lamb...her name is Franceska. Was being mistreated by the zookeepers here. So she and I had a little conversation, and now her now Aunt will be making sure she is safe, happy, and healthy. Nothing more, nothing less. I love animals! Taking care of them and loving them is what I do."
Tigra	In comparison to what Miss Moreau is wearing, Tigra's practically naked. She already wears very little, but the difference in styles and amount of clothing in those ruffles and everything..it's drastic compared to what the feline goes around in. The smile she's given earns a narrowing of the eyes. Maybe she's not one for being toyed with from the very start? Or, she may just be suspicious after what she's seen. "No, I guess you could say I'm not normal at all," she deadpans, soon realizing this woman must not be able to see her if she's saying the bird told her.. "Wait, what? You talk to animals and they answer?" It wouldn't be the most unbelievable thing she's ever heard of, but it could be up there. "I don't usually let people just reach out and touch me at first sight," she remarks, adding, "And you can call me Tigra." That must be a clue for the strange woman.
Miss Moreau	Moreau doesn't seem to mind the staring! She can feel those eyes on her, even if she can't see them. She even goes so far as to spin around once, showing off that sea of ruffles that she calls a dress! "Why yes, I can! You could say I have something of a connection with animals. They are my beautiful friends and pets! Really, anyone could learn to speak with them. If they tried hard enough and let the beast within themselves grow." Tigra. Moreau giggles again. "Such a pretty name. I can feel the power in you...no, you have some sort of artifact, yes? Mmm. Tigra. Perfect. Perfct! Oh dear. I can't?" Moreau actively pouts, leaning in, looking positively devestated! "But surely we can come to an aggreement! What should I do for you? Hmm? I simply /must/ know your face! That scent is maddening, and to know the one who gives it would make my heart leap, Miss Tigra!"
Tigra	Tigra rolls her eyes. Clearly by now, it's obvious Miss Moreau can't see. She's as much as admitted as such with the begging to touch her face. The twirl in front of her draws a squint, then she comments dryly, "Let the beast within grow? Funny you should put it that way." There's no confirmation or denial about the artifact, but with Moreau already grasping that there's an amulet in place that she can't see? It tells her this woman is more than she appears to be. Much more, perhaps, and that book is glanced toward before she returns her attention higher. "I don't think I need anything from you, and I /did/ take a long bath earlier. I can't smell /that/ much." Now even she's sniffing at herself, as if to see if she missed something. In the end, she relents. "Fine. If it's that important to you, go ahead." This could be..interesting.
Miss Moreau	Moreau lets a happy little sigh escape her as Tigra finally relents. She pauses, and does a full-on curtsey to the other woman! A tap to her own chest. "We are all beasts, even if we try to put ourselves above them as human. Hunger. Bloodlust. The desire to have a mate. To hunt and claim territory. All of these urges are primal and instinctual. If you nuture them, let yourself become addled by them, that beast grows stronger, more open. And soon, you will then know the beasts around you, be they prey, or kin." Then, she's up close. Her ruffles of her dress wisp against Tigra's form, the woman having to lean up on her tip-toes to reach her. Moreau's hands are soft, dainty, smooth and almost silky. Very gently, she cups Tigra's face. Fingers dance, feeling the other woman's face to the point of impropriety. Then, a single hand moves to Tigra's hair, flicking those locks of orange. A shudder runs through her, and then she very reluctantly steps back. "You, Miss Tigra, are even more beautiful than I imagined. Such strong features. That of a hunter. And yet, so soft. You are a true, fierce little tiger." Her smile grows into a grin. "Do be careful, hmm? With such lovely features, there must be so many that would enjoy taming you." Her hand reaches for her bird, stroking it's beak.
Tigra	Tigra's tail flicks and lashes this way and that a couple times, difficult to gauge exactly whether she finds this amusing, good, bad, or somewhere in between all that. She hasn't growled, nor has she purred, but there is a sudden 'chuff' of sorts, like a snort from the nose, at much of what Moreau says before the fingers spread along her chin and jawline, cheeks and temples, hair and possibly even ears. At this, the tail does take to moving a bit further, at least the tip of it, and she's moving back a couple steps just as the other woman is. "All right, that..wasn't what I was expecting," she remarks, having held her tongue as far as the beast growing within her or anyone else goes. And, what she was expecting? She's also careful not to reveal too much of that, though her head angles toward one side. Definitely a curiosity there that wasn't before, on some level. "I don't think I'd call myself little, but..thanks, I think. And just so you know, nobody, and I mean nobody, tames me," she states quite clearly. "Anyone who tries? I don't think they'd like the outcome."
Miss Moreau	Moreau lets out an amused little huff at that sound from Tigra! The woman definitely gets a touch of the ear, almost petting the poor tigress! How horrible! "Ohhh, dear! They can't? Oh, but they must have tried! To get inside that lovely head of yours? No? Mmm." Amusement, and devilishness dances in her eyes. Then, she slips in behind Tigra. Leaning up, suddenly, lips whisper into her ear. "Challenge accepted." Comes Moreau, low, and utterly impish. Lingering, far too close, the ruffled woman is soft in all that finery. A hand slips down, slow, close, finding Tigra's tail. She gently pets that long appendage. Then, with one more sigh, she slips off. "We will meet again, Tigra."