Here is the next part of my Creature fic type thingy. You now know 
 Creature's history and why he hates Logan. This is going to be a 
 random thing, so this might be somewhere is the middle, beginning or 
 end. No, not the end. I'll make you all wait for that. 
 
 I have just decided that this is going to be Rogue reflecting upon 
 Creature. It's called 'He Doesn't Frighten Me'. Send feedback. 
 Lots of it. It keeps me going. And going, and going, and going, and 
 going...... ;)
 
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 I first saw him when I was walking through the woods. 
 
 Creature.
 
 At first I thought,'Ahh, it's Sabertooth! I have to run!'. But no. 
 Those extra sharp senses that I got from Logan were still there. And 
 they told me that this was not an enemy. This was a person. He is 
 afraid. He knows me. He recognizes me, and I do not know him.
 
 I was not afraid. Much.
 
 He looked like a half-cat man. His eyes were like Sabertooth's. They 
 were endless and black. His fur was not long and mangy, it looked 
 soft and well groomed. It was also a light tan and showed off his 
 large muscles. He had no human hair, but cat ears on top of his 
 head. 
 
 He wore almost nothing. What he did wear was tight and stained with 
 blood. That was shorts. 
 
 His face was handsome. He had the air of a cat about him, arrogant 
 and proud. His endless black eyes were set where mine were, only not 
 above a nose. Above a muzzle. With whiskers and everything. He 
 opened his mouth to yawn, and I saw two rows of sharply pointed, 
 clean, white teeth. Like a cat's. Exactly like a cat's. 
 
 I had really looked at him then. I stood back and took in his whole 
 body. Lean legs, strong arms, elegant neck and head, and a tail 
 curled around his ankle. All covered in sort, tanned fur. 
 
 Then he took a step towards me and said," Hello Marie. I am Cougar. 
 Some call me Creature. I know you. I have been watching you. And 
 know this, you are mine, Marie. You belong to me."
 
 And then I ran.
 
 But he still doesn't scare me. 
 
 Because I know how he feels.
 
 He feels so alone. 
 
 He feels just like me.
 
 And I am not afraid.
 
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 How was that? 
 
 Dragons,
 Errie