YALE

Yale was rejected from his family at birth as a runt. Being only half the size of his other siblings, he was unable to compete with them. The mother felt it would be in the family's best interest to abandon him since he was the weakest link.

Despite being a purebreed tiger, Yale never grew into his skin, barely meeting the height of a small domestic housecat by the time he reached puberty- then after that, he did not grow much at all. He stayed small, slim and angular- and though he was physically weak, he was fast with quick reflexes.

Never being given a name by his mother, Yale grew up without one, before finally deciding on his own name while he lived on the streets.

Yale raised himself in the busy streets of New York where very little opportunity was presented to him. Growing up a spectacle to those around him, he reluctantly found himself involved in prostitution in order to survive. He was small and slender- and even though his situation kept him from taking the best care of himself, he was well aware he was conventionally attractive. Being so small, he was unique and sought out as a companion for those with specific tastes.

As time went on, he got in trouble with law enforcement on more than one occasion and had to be more discreet about where and when he took business. Eventually he found an interest in narcotics, and the interest was expensive. All of his earned money would be spent on street drugs- all his food stolen from the unwary or fished out of trash bins and dumpsters.

He had never had a roof over his head. Living on the streets his entire life, his health slowly but steadily took a turn for the worse as he got more and more involved in drug usage. Begging for money and agreeing to more dangerous sexual acts, he could barely afford to stay high. As his health declined, his energy did as well, making it harder for him to pickpocket and get away from trouble.

Yale sat tiredly on a wet sidewalk with a cigarette in his mouth and a small box in front of him, no shelter from the rain pouring down onto the city streets.

MONTEGUE

Monty grew up in a large, traditional, hard working family. He was a fair bit larger than his younger siblings, but tougher and stronger as well. He had an amicable relationship with his parents and siblings, helping run the farm where they all lived. Only with their best efforts did they make ends meet- they did hard and honest work, and though times were often troublesome, the work was satisfying and they slept soundly at night.

Monty was very simple, he was grateful for what he had, so he was happy.

Eventually their mother passed away peacefully during the night from an unknown illness. Without her, the family fell on hard times- lacking the motivation to carry on the work they had been doing, the father decided it was time to sell the farm. After Monty made sure his father found a comfortable nearby place to live and making sure the rest of his family was taken care of, he decided it was time he went off to live by himself.

Craving a change of pace and not knowing much about the outside world, Monty left for the city. His physical strength and calm, amicable personality netted him a comfortable, relatively familiar job as a construction worker. Physical labor brought him enough comfort to help him through the pain and heartbreaking of losing his mother and leaving his family behind.

He left his family on good terms, visiting them regularly and making sure they were all taken care of. Eventually his father's health started declining rapidly and he passed away in the company of some of his family. Monty worked twice as hard to busy himself through these times to keep his mind occupied- and so he visited his siblings less and less.

After a rainy and cold day, Monty was on his way to the cafe to pick up some coffee after concluding work when a small tiger caught his eye- Yale was sitting half awake on the sidewalk, a small box with a few coins was in front of him. Monty watched as the cigarette fell out of Yale's mouth onto the pavement, quickly put out by the rain. He stared for a moment before turning his attention to the people passing by the tiger as if they couldn't see him. Brickly, Monty walked over and squatted next to him, shaking him gently by the shoulder as he opened his eyes drearily.

"What do you want? Sex?" The voice did not match the face- Monty had assumed the tiger was just a boy, but he had a surprisingly deep voice. A voice not as deep as his own, but not one he was expecting to hear from someone half his size. That coupled with the question nearly made him break out in a nervous sweat as he tripped over words for a reply.

"What? No. Are you okay? What are you doing? Should I get help?" Monty stared at the tiger with concern, ignorant of the situation. Though he had been working and living in the city for months now, he certainly had not seen it all and was blissfully unaware of the reality a lot of people faced living on the streets.

Yale let out a fake laugh, not sure if the wolverine was trying to instigate trouble. His eyes darted around the large figure for a few moments, trying to pinpoint where his wallet might be, just in case opportunity would arise for him to steal it. Eventually their eyes met and Yale realized that the stranger was legitimately concerned. Yale frowned with mild discomfort and tried to present himself as sober and awake as possible.

"Yes I'm fine. If you don't need me for anything then leave me alone."

The wolverine was persistent. "What are you doing sleeping in the rain?"

"You answered your own question, pal."

Monty frowned. "Don't you have any place to go?"

Yale let out a genuine laugh. "You're funny, I'll give you that. Go on though, if you don't need anything, leave me alone." He leaned back against the building wall he had fallen asleep on, shutting his eyes and trying to ignore the wolverine so he would leave, but he did not budge.

"Are you hungry?"

Yale's eyes opened instinctively. He was always hungry, but he wasn't going to admit that to a stranger, even if he had no humility. Without realizing it, he found himself nodding at the wolverine.

"Come on, I was on my way to catch a late lunch. I could use some company."

Yale frowned. "Find better company. I'm filthy. I'm a lowlife."

Monty got up to his feet and extended a hand to the tiger. He paused and watched Monty's hand for a second, not entirely sure of his motives, but being driven almost compltely by hunger. He accepted the help up, stumbled for a second before finding his balance. Looking up at the wolverine he was greeted with a brief and cheerful smile as Monty pulled out his phone.

"So what do you like to eat?"

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(wiggles around) 1. I finally made characters I like and I'm really excited about it
2. I named them and I'm developing them!

I plan on doing stuff like this with a picture + like, mini story about it. I'm not a writer but I've been working on a fic for a while and need all the writing practice I can get <_<

So yeah, here's some stuff!