The Woods... [F/M]

After a few minutes of pondering, you take a step forward towards the woods. A few seconds pass and you hear a faint rustle of leaves up ahead. The hair on the back of your next stands up, but when you go to take a closer look, nothing is there. Confused, you search the area around you and a glint of light in a low branch catches your eye. Further inspection reveals it to be a toothy grin, floating midair. A puzzled look crosses your face, but then you realize... it's the Cheshire cat!

He materializes languidly sprawled across the branch just in front of you. "Hello," he purrs silkily, and his pale eyes seem to burn into you.

Many questions cross your mind, but for now, you can only stare. Cheshire isn't quite the pudgy little ball of fur you remember. In front of you, rather, lies a slender muscled creature, mostly man, but unmistakably feline as well. A shock of bright pink hair covers his head, with dark pink little ears poking up out of the tousled locks. His muscular shoulders bulge out from a pink-striped tank which hangs loosely down over a dark pair of shorts, when you see his striped tail swinging lightly just below. But the most undeniably feline features are in his face. Haunting yellow green eyes seem to float over a small patch of whiskers, and the characteristic mischevious grin. His lips pulled into a smug smile, Cheshire taunts "Cat got your tounge?"

"Oh," you fumble, "I'm sorry. I'm sort of looking for someone."

Cheshire cocks his head to the side inquisitively, and suddenly he vanishes. You look around for a moment, shocked and confused, when he reappears about a foot in front of you.

"Well, what sort of person are you looking for?"

You bite your lip, searching for the proper words to explain your prediciment, as his eyes lustily look you up and down.

"Well," you start, "I suppose you could say they've been driven mad with lust." You nod to yourself. That's exactly what you meant, right? The cat disappears again, and you sigh. No help at all, is he?

"We're all mad here." he whispers, seemingly into your ear. "I'd even say you're quite mad yourself." Suddenly, Cheshire apparates a few mere inches from your face. "Wouldn't you?"

Suddenly, an idea occurs to you. What if Cheshire was the corrupted character? You could fix the story on the first try, if you were lucky. But you're unsure, and time is limited.