"Greeting, welcome to Black Magic" you hear from a distant ominous place as you walk into what you thought was a "New Age" store.

Walls lined with different wares you may buy, some a little more outlandish than others. Dusty tomes, relics with ornate plaques describing their history, boiling cauldrons, wicked looking blades and enormous jars of dried plants.

"You can find what ever your heart desires in here" The voice again, this time closer, more wanting, more real.

A tall figure comes round one of the many isles of good, a tall Puma, although not of the normal kind you may see.

He was very tall, about 6 feet and 5 inches worth of toned muscle and an eerie dark silver color to his fur. The markings of a Puma were the same midnight black though they seemed a bit more primal, a bit more jagged and his muzzle was more square than one would image. Though it all comes together when you see the larger than normal fangs that reside just outside of his upper jaw gleaming in the dark light of the shop.

He wore a thick forest green wool vest over a stark white shirt that fit him well and went all the way down to the wrist where it came and bellowed out a bit giving it that kind of older flair. The shirt was tucked in at the front to a pair of well fitting brown leather pants, they seemed to give the feline more figure to his legs, while also leaving him enough room to move freely.

You could feel the cats steely gaze observing you as you finally come to realize his outstretched well manicured paw, waiting out in the open to take it.

"Let me guide you" He said letting it trail with a deep, smoky, laugh.