The Sir and the Pauper (me and White Squirrel Girl)
 

Name: Estet (That's what she goes by for short)
Age: 16
Appearance: http://i525.photobucket.com/albums/c...en--Colour.jpg (Her hair isn't supposed to have that yellow tinge; I drew it on my binder. It's supposed to be normal black.)
Background: Estet's parents were killed when she was three years old, and she had no place to go. She lived a hard life on the streets, stealing to feed herself and fighting to stay alive. It's turned her into a tough, apathetic girl who's unwilling to trust other people. She has few friends, more than a few enemies, and almost no hope for a better future.

Name: Lucas Macedona
Age: 19
Apperance: http://i56.photobucket.com/albums/g1...yWithTiger.jpg
Background: Lucas was born the second son to the Macedona line of royaly. When he was young he would sneak out and explore. When he was about 11 he discovered a tiger cub chasing a cat. He took her in and every since then he's taken her on his late night adventures.

Awesome ^^ I'll start.

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She was barely a shadow, moving between buildings. Estet was used to not being seen. It was only animals that noticed her presence, but their human owners tended not to regard it. If they did, Estet could usually get away easily. She knew the city better than anyone.

This house was the perfect spot: its only inhabitant was a deaf old man and it was far from any torch brackets. Better yet, there was a stack of wooden boxes along the back wall - not that Estet needed them, but they made the job easier. She climbed up onto the roof, and there, unseen, she watched.

A tiger? That was unusual...There was somebody with it, too. Estet squinted to make out the figure. Everything screamed rich: the clothing, the bearing, the mannerisms. But there was the tiger...

Estet's stomach growled, and she put a hand to it. It had been weeks. There was a guaranteed source of food - the back of an inn - but it was risky, and it took her right across the path of the man and the tiger. Estet began to stand, then dropped back down on the roof quickly as one of the dizzy spells that had become increasingly frequent lately nearly overtook her. Estet had no body fat to live off of in times of need; if she didn't eat soon, she'd face far worse troubles than a rich kid and an overgrown cat.

The young thief crawled across the roof and dropped silently to the ground. She began walking, abandoning care, swaying slightly as she did. Black spots were appearing in front of her eyes. Finally, in the path of the tiger and its owner, Estet collapsed, not unconscious, but close to it.

The tiger, Machilleas had been the first to notice Estet's form on the roof. When she collapsed Lucas had her in his arms in a moment. Machilleas ran after him and looked up at Lucas who looked down at the tiger before back at the girl in his arms. She seemed to thin like she hadn't eaten in a long time but she was clearly muscled. He set a hand on the side of her face and turned twords palace.
It was a few minutes later he was in the infermary. One of the maids had changed Estet into a silken nightgown from his younger sister's wardrobe. He set a damp cloth on her forehead and sat back on one of the many empty cots in the room. He yawned and ran his hand through Machilleas's snow white fur. He knew he should get to sleep but he wanted to be there when this girl woke up.

Estet barely had muscle any more; she was too thin. She had developed and lost muscle over the years as she ate more and less, so it was hardly worrisome.

Estet was currently, and had been since she was brought back, semi-conscious. She opened her eyes slowly and looked over at the man who was standing over her. As of yet, she didn't have the strength to do much else.