Enter. Faust.

[Raven]

OOC; Hmm, not my best. The rest past this point will be.. less chaotic, As for the actual play of events, they will also be recalled later on. This is merely the intro, and a bad one at that xD

Bozeman, Montana. The 14th day, of the 6th month. Middle of the night.

A thunder-clap illuminated the dark green compound that was crawling with militia members. The power had gone out making the high-powered flood lights useless, guards with sniper rifles slotted with mags of .338 Lapua Magnum shells walked in small square forts standing on pillar like stands guarding the sides. Even they were left blind, everyone scrambled like rats to get the power back on as around them the violent tempest continued its abnormal power surges. The night; Ominous. Even for He.

He stood in the shadows of the compound, watching as guards ran less then four feet from him. Oblivious as they all were. Jumping down, his powerful legs propelled him forward, he ran across twenty four feet of elegant green razor blades dampened by the nights sweet caress. His body fell to the ground, and slid as his weight gave out under him. The slope caused him to hit the ground, and barrel roll into a car left his heart racing.

The noise, surely startled someone. Pulling the Beretta from it's holster he pulled back the slide, allowed it to load a 9x19 parabellum hollow point, and waited. His breath pulled against his lungs as he held it, body telling him he 'needed' to breath. Grinning he let it out, the pressurized air grating the wind, hidden by another violent thunder clap that illuminated him. " Every forty-two seconds to a minute." Peeking over the top of the car he ticked off the time in his head, tree guards. Impervious to the surrounding insanity it seems, stood watch, carefully. Over head the heavens struck as if on cue to the great symphony within his head. He pushed over the car, slid across the roof, and unleashed two shots.

The guards stood there, as if paralyzed for a fraction of a second before the muffled gun fire registered to their bodies and they fell. Two clean execution style shots placed between both sets of eyes. Taking his leave he ran through the gate, across the yard, and into the compound through the 'emergency exit.'

"Just. My fucking. Luck." The moment the emergency exit door slammed shut the power spurned the building to life once more. Before him stood a camera that was aimed directly at him with a red light upon it, firing upon it he took off down the hallway ' Screw it, let them follow!' The shift had taken place. Within his body the Adrenal gland was pumping at four times the pace of the normal human adrenal gland. Tanks manipulation of his own body was near super-human. His understanding, and abilities made him the perfect weapon for any situation. A sly grin brushed his lips, eyes took on a dark hue and glazed. His mind was lost within the rush of adrenaline, a useful ability, with side effects. Instability. His mental state when in this kind of mood was near berserker. As he ran through the compound, he himself, for all his understanding, was oblivious to him being watched. As he burst through the main door into the vault room he was met by four men in long white coats that unleashed a hailstorm of tranq darts into him. The last thing he recalled before hitting the floor was uttering "You bastards."

Second level of the Compound; 15 minutes before the beast was sudued;

Konstatin rapped his pen upon the side of his chair gazing at the screens before him, he was waiting for the power to return. To see life breathed forth into his creation once more. Much at his whim the screen flickered to life, the cameras began their rotation and something curious. On the bottom right panel of the 24 camera screen stood the man Konstatin was hoping would appear. The mans chart was open upon the desk before him. A lunatic, near giddy laughter left his mouth as the camera was disabled with a well placed, in passing shot.

Tapping the end of the pen upon a red button he grinned, like a mad-man as he issued the commands to his comrades telling them to meet the beast at the only plausible location he could be going. For the intel upon their lab, he watched from the center camera as the door flew open, and Johnathan Zero. Was subdued in under 2 seconds.



Tank managed to fight off most of the cocktail they injected him with, but kept being subdued by another. Bits of conversation happened to be over heard caught during this transition.

"He's resilient, up the dose."
... "He's older then the rest, you sure about this?" "Do it"
"He might d-"
"NOT THERE YOU FOOL"
"We are done, get rid of hi-"

Violent churning motions confused the half subdued man, why did he feel like he was flying, no.. Falling? CRASH. In the middle of a shoreline Tanks body plummeted from a plane and face planted into sand. The male awoke violently, the adrenal gland flashing open and pulsating at an unseemly rate as he growled, his head pulled back and the world around him seemed to pull into a violent swirl of colors. Standing up he grabbed his head, his muscles felt tired, body sore, he felt battered, bruised, broken. He fell to his knees as he began to breath heavily "Fight it old boy.. FIGHT IT" His voice echoed with an animialistic near cry, the thick irish accent even thicker due to the drugs. He face planted once more. And succumbed to the darkness that crept along the edges of his vision. Die, survive, he was done fighting or now. The sweet embrace of sleep seemed good enough.

[grim]

Darkness clouded his vision, then the orange and yellow hues began to invade the darkness, he opened his lids. His limbs stiff and curled under his body for warmth, He raised one sore arm above his head, the popping of the cartilage echoing in his ears as he sat upright. He looked about the dimly lit forest, the pine trees blocking some of the rising sun. He scratched his shaggy hair, yawning softly into his palm. He knew from when he had previously lived here that the sun coming up could only mean it was around Five Thirty, or Six. He Crawled to his knees and stood up. His bed of pine needles and rocks had did his body no good, every joint in him was stiffer than a piece of 2 x 4. He rubbed his eyes once more for good measure, and continued to walk south bound. His goal was his grandparents old farm, all 260 acres of it.

As he walked, nothing particular was cycling through his head. He just kept walking enjoying the sun when it poked through the tree's or when he was privileged to wade through the shallow streams that decorated Montana's Northern Pine Forest. Somewhere in his mind it clicked, that he was no longer near the Canadian border. His plan wasn't clear yet. He Knew the first part. Get home...Home he'd never thought of the Ranch as a home, but a place of living. That is until he'd found his way into a lab in the arctic tundra. Since his escape he's become found of the frozen, cold snow.

His mind snapped back to the task at hand, moving. He resumed his walk once more. His bare feet having calloused over on the bottoms due to the rough terrain. At first he wandered in nothing but what was left of the destroyed patient gown. Wondering through the cold. At times he'd black out, only wake up miles from what he assumed where he had previously been. He began to realize as he came closer to death he'd shift. The pain being so unbearable that it'd force him to black out due to pain of shrink his bone, size and mass. He struggled on in this fragile state until he hit a far north Canadian town. He managed to snag some clothes and managed to score a quick, easy meal. Thus his journey south began truly.

He stopped, his toes touching the side of a winding dirt road. The Cowboy boots he'd originally take had long since worn out. He was somewhat glad the ill fitting boots had worn away. The smile he carried slipped from his face, because on the Horizon he could see the small bustling town of Bozeman. Yes it was close to where he lived, but it had changed. It had grown, and seemed to merge with the nearby town of Belgrade.

[samhain]

‘I’m going to die.’ The mantra ran through Samhain’s head until she was near hysteric with the thought, her hands gripping tightly to the small bag of possessions she had found while scavenging the cargo hold of the plane. She opened the bag, nothing bigger than a clutch purse, and peered down into the bag to make sure everything was in there. Collapsible brush, small compact mirror, and a pack of gum. Everything was where it should be, and yet not. There was something missing. Something that was never there to begin with, yet was supposed to be. Frantically Samhain began to search through the small bag and any small bit of pocket space she possessed, and found nothing. That brought on an even more frantic search before her hands stilled, and an insane bubble of laughter passed her lips. Of course she couldn’t find that little bauble of a ring, it was long gone by now. Animals didn’t have personal possessions, and neither did she. What a silly notion that she’d have any now.

One of the armed guards standing watch by the doorway to the main cockpit of the plane looked over at the ash blonde female, brow raising at her laughter. Catching his eye, Samhain’s gaze dropped to her bare feet on the cold metal floor, toes wriggling. Had she finally lost her mind? Been driven to the brink she’d seen countless others lose themselves over? Perhaps.

The static crackle of the overhead sound system screeched loudly to Samhain’s sensitive ears, and her hands rose to clasp around them protectively. Her form curled into itself, almost as if she planned to create a ball standing up. A voice, more guttural shouting than words, issued out orders with the arrogance of someone expecting to be obeyed, and the system once more turned to lifeless wires and chips while the guardsmen jumped to action.

They began to hustle the milling crowd of test subjects into one large cluster, guns eager to point at anyone who disagreed. Samhain found herself pushed further and further into the crowd, the swirling, roiling mass of people around her like a cloud of certain doom. At long last everyone was rounded up, and the very floor under her feet began to lower into a ramp. The stone faced guards simply pointed their guns into the crowd and pushed them back, until splashes sounded. Too soon it was her turn, and she had no decision left other than to jump.

Splash! The sudden shock of cold water sent Samhain’s senses into a confusing spiral, only instinct registering as she swam for the only land mass she saw nearby. Her clothes soon weighed down her petite frame, and by the time she reached the island there wasn’t an inch of her or her clothing that weren’t soaked. She stood on the sandy beach, simply staring after the plane that had deposited her. The other experiments were already disappearing, going off to explore the island of which would become their new prison. No one noticed one girl, suddenly franticly searching about herself.

With a tired sigh, Samhain’s hands lifted to rub circles at her temples. Her bag was lost to the waves, and she mourned its loss. It was the last bit of comfort she would have to tie her to her human half, and its absence sunk into her more than anything. She truly was an animal, abandoned beast with no possessions, no weight to her name. No longer simply tainted, she was Other.

[Raven]

OOC: Blue; Internal thought.
Red; speaking out loud.

The violent waves of creation slammed into white hot sand upon the desolate location, winds caused the palm trees to dance to its whim with the mere caress of its essence. Laying upon the hot white sand, brutalized by things unknown even to him, and battered by the sun rested the one man with enough sense of military understanding to realize upon waking. He'd been betrayed, by the very government that recruited him for this job.


Stage 2: Enter Tank.

Darkness, it seemed to encompass his entire being. The effects of whatever brought him here vanished. At this point he didn't dare move, not even give the signal to anything around he was alive. He took a mental check of his entire body, he was still clothed, his boots were on, he could feel the weight of the DEF tac fighter knife at his side, that was a plus. Sounds, what could he hear from his position upon the ground. Waves, birds, wind, trees shifting, and something else. A plan fading into the distance, double propeller interesting.

He clenched his hands slowly, the feel of sand sifting through his fingers as he quirked a brow. "I'm.. on a beach? No.. How did I get here." His voice was spoken in a soft guttural groan as he tucked his knees inward against his chest and fell back onto his ass pushing off the ground with his hands. Looking around he realized he was alone, that was good, he hated people. Standing up he groaned, his right hand flashing to his head as he clutched his cranium within the width of his palm. Body shifting to and fro. " Alright old boy. Relax.. Take a deep breath, and work this out."

He inhaled, the smell of salt enflamed his nasal canals. Shaking his head he let his hand fall, the heavy arm swinging at his side almost dead. Gazing down at it he cocked an eyebrow. Looking around he realized three things, his limbs felt heavy and drugged, his eyes burned from the intensity of the sun, and this island had trees. " Good job old boy, you pointed out the obvious, here's a thought. How about we I don't know, move? You know, off the sand, into the shade, figure this out one step at a time. Move you over sized oaf. MOVE." He began walking towards the trees upon the internal command but something was wrong, that voice, was it his? No, it wasn't was it? Of course it was, he wasn't that crazy.

Reaching the line between sand and trees he rose his right hand, and placed it against the bark. His eyes closed as he tried to remember something, anything, what had happened. His mind felt heavy, and the tugging of memories added an additional weight that felt like a vice-grip pushing the mushy grey matter together. Growling he brought his hand back without realizing it into a move to strike someone, and struck the tree with what he thought was a fist. Within the flash of a second something had happened to his hand, it was.. off. He was sure of it, the tree upon impact rattled, the expected outcome. Following the rattling of the tree it cracked down the center and toppled, what looked like claw marks across the front half of it. As the tree fell in front of his feet he looked at his hands, then at the tree. Shaking his head he stepped over the fallen palm, and continued his venture.

He could hear voices, that much was obvious, other people would be on this island, it had to be a part of the US.. Right? His boots felt sluggish as he continued his venture across what seemed an endless trek of sand. minutes turned into hours and the voices ended up no closer then they already were, no more sounds but wind, and invisible voices lost upon the gusts. His boot struck rock and he snapped out of his daze, he happened to understand he'd been walking in a straight line, for who knew how long. He'd just started walking, and figured whatever happened, happened. Gazing ahead of him was a rock formation inches from his face, the rocks went up a good four men stacked high. Grinning he placed his hands on the first outcropping he could find, and climbed. With a few minor slips, and perhaps some effort on his lethargic muscles he pulled himself to the top breathing heavily.

Fingertips reached out, and brushed the ice cool surface of the rock, every pigment was enhanced, so to were the feel of things, he felt he could feel not just the rock. But every little pebble that had been chipped, the small microscopic bits of dust that would end up clinging to his clothes and fingers, even the animals that had landed on this thing. Shaking his head he stood up and looked around. Same as earlier minus the water. Sitting on the rock he closed his eyes.

" Alright old boy, talk to yourself, figure this out. What happened, why are you on this island, a new assignment perhaps? No, that's not it. That can't be it. What do I remember. Anything of import? I got shot, white coats, military compound. Those coats.. I know them, one of them looked like HIS brother.. No, he's dead.. right? I left him for dead in Bermuda. Maybe.. Fragments. Voices. I almost died, didn't I? Yeah. I did. I recall.. a cage, why the hell was I in a cage, did Faust come out again.. He didn't.. Did he? Yeah, he probably did. Damnit. Then that tree, I punched it.. right? Of course I did! Did I....?

He looked down at his hand, his fingernails were cut down to past the length of his fingers, and those gashes. His nails didn't do that.. had they? Standing up he scoffed, taking a step forward he bent into a crouch, his boots slid down the slope of the rock with as much ease as a pro skater grinding a rail, nearing the ground he jumped off and landed on the ground. His eyes glowed, everything was.. vivid. He felt different, he'd figure that out later. He took off at a short run towards the other side of where he was, staying within the trees thick underbelly. But able to see the beach as well.

[grim]

OOC: Not my best work.
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The sun gleamed in his eyes, now only within twenty to twenty five miles of his home. He knew he was reaching his destination. Soon he’d be through Bozeman and then he’d be on the highway home. It never occurred to him that his trip had been too easy, he’d escaped with mild wounds and had made his way through Canada, and now he was half way through Montana. These thoughts never came to him as he made his trek home. His mind had become simpler through his journey, the tunnel vision almost blinding.

His journey through Bozeman was easier than thought; the town seemed quieter than when he had lived there. School must have been in session. School.. He hadn’t thought about his old friends, his old life in a long time. Something began to make him feel uneasy. Even for school days there was always someone driving or walking around, maybe people who didn’t have to work or kids playing hookie. Then he saw it, a Black SUV stopped horizontally in the center of the street. The windows tinted black, and a large storm antenna for a police scanner sprouting from the hood. The doors opened simultaneously opened, as if it were rehearsed. The men dressed just as he thought the FBI would, he smirked to himself looking at the sight before him. "You have to be f**king with me" Then he lost the smile, as the raised their side arms. The barrels of the pistols pointed at him.

Something began to feel different, his heart quickened and his arms began to feel sore. Was he changing? No, He didn’t want to. "No! No please NO!!" His voice was raspy and bearly audiable from the long months without talk. He squeezed his eyes shut, putting his hands to his head. He began to scream as the pain became unbearable. His arms hurt, his head hurt. His shook his skull side to side, trying to shake the change away. Then taking another step back trying to retreat from the men. The second stage began to take hold. Fur ripped through his skin, and his teeth one by one fell out as sharper ones replaced his human teeth.

Then it happened, they began to fire upon him. The bullets ripping through his human flesh, his body jerked with each shot. No longer transforming he fell to his knee’s His human mind intact regaining hold from the animal parts. They stood before him guns still raised. They took a defensive stance standing about ten, fifteen feet from him. Blood ran, into his eyes. His whole form ached and when he breathed a gurgling sound escaped his lips. With his good eye he stared at the men his eye roaming from each one, before he fall upon his face. He could feel the cool asphalt as he laid there. Strong arms picked his shattered form up and moved him to the SUV.

His memory become incredibly spotty as one moment, he could hear the doctors working with pair of tweezers to remove the bullet from his form. Then another as he was in a white room, armed guards all about, his right eye swollen from what he assumed was rough handling of the merchandise. He awoke another time to the ceiling of a massive aircraft. The sound of other people chattering, and a smell.. The smell of fear and animals, his vision faded as the sounds of screams echoed through the hold.

His eyes opened again, his nostrils taking in the smell of smoke, and burning rubber. There was concerned chatter coming from the men around him. And that’s when the plane in front of him ( pointed towards the Cargo exit ) was ripped away. And ocean blue water appeared in his vision. A lurching motion caused him and the armed guards to be thrown against the wall. Being strapped to a Gurney he couldn’t move much, now tipped and water began to wash against his face.

This was the final time his vision faded, awakening to a cold mist spraying against his face, he looked about his surroundings. His entire body stiff from his healing wounds and being a rag dollar in the ocean. He had been lucky enough to have been washed up on a half submerged rock. "Urg...F**k me."

[samhain]

Merciless sunlight beat down upon the long stretch of beach, heating the sand into a mass of agonizing granules that enflamed any who dared be stupid enough to lay sensitive bare flesh against the hot grit. Belly low to the ground, sensitive skin protected by thick pads, a smallish tawny cat slunk along the beach in slow, calculated movements. Each paw moved was carefully lowered, as to not shift the sand too much and startle the prey. Large triangular ears with a black tuft at the tip swiveled around, catching the sounds of gulls crying just around the next dune. Almost there, so close. The cat continued its forward movements, tail swinging yet remaining out of sight, never rising above the dune it was working so hard to slink around.

At long last the obstacle was past, and the cat had a clear view of the dozen or so seagulls that milled about the blazing sand. The cat sprang into action, back paws digging into the loose sand as it went tearing across the small space from its previous location to the birds, jaws snapping as it leapt into the air. One poor bird was not quick enough in soaring into the air, and fell victim to the cat’s attack, wings flapping wildly in a struggle to get free. With a vicious shake of its head, the cat snapped the gull’s neck so that it would not feel pain in its passing. The even smaller creature stopped struggling immediately, going limp as the cat laid the bird into the sand. With a satisfied purr the small feline lay down in front of her prize, razor sharp fangs tearing past the feathers and into the meat. Her maw was stained red by the poor creature’s blood, but the cat paid no mind as it dug in.

'Poor sky creature.’ The cat thought once finished with its meal, gazing down almost sadly at the remains before rising onto all four paws. It gave a stretch only a feline could perfect, planting the back paws so that its haunches rose into the air as the front paws stretched forward. Once satisfied in its stretch, the cat rose and jaunted away, giving not another care to the carcass it left behind.

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Curled up as only a feline could, the cat lay in the shade of a large outcropping of rock, sharp eyes searching for any possible danger. Sensing none, it loosened its comfortable position to rise into a sit, and it began to shift. Growing larger, the petite aspect remaining. Fur shrinking back to reveal human skin, fangs shrinking and flattening into human teeth as the ears shrank and rounded into a more human shape. The eyes remained the same greenish yellow, and the feline’s facial markings remained a soft black on the fair skin of the young woman that now stood in the cat’s stead. Shaking her head, Samhain reached down into a half hidden alcove in the rocks, pulling out a set of clothes. Dressing herself quickly, before anyone saw her, she remained near huddled against the shadow of the rock.

Also hidden in the alcove were bits and pieces she had found and gathered; trinkets with no real value. It was the human in her, she supposed, that collected the nonsense objects while the feline inside scoffed. The animal seemed self-aware these days, a consciousness other than her own. Not really conscious, Samhain backtracked, but instinct. The one thing keeping her alive at this point, her feline instincts. It found her more sustainable food when the fruit would have had her passing out from exhaustion if it were her only dietary means. And the bird hadn’t been that bad, she consoled. Her first time eating as the feline, and she hadn’t even gagged once. It brought out an odd sense of pride to her.

She remained at the outcropping of rock for a while, occasionally taking out a trinket here, a trifle there. Shells and stones held no interest to her; the island was littered with them. Instead her collection consisted of human items, things of comfort she thought she’d lost forever only yesterday, when dropped onto this lonesome island. Her tiny bag, however, had never turned up. That still bothered her. Did someone else have it now, carrying it about? Or was it lost to the ocean, the property only of a stray sea creature that came across it.

Her daydreaming was crashed by a noise around her, her human ears picking up a sound on a feline frequency. It wasn’t very loud, only a slight scraping of grit on grit, perhaps someone near her own position. In this form she was almost useless, and the feline in her cursed the fact that she wanted to keep her ties to humanity, no matter how small, and kept shifting back. She wasn’t utterly helpless though, and catlike claws sprang from the tips of her fingers, where a small, unnoticeable slit resided. She waited behind the rock with near silent breath, ears straining. Was it merely a trick of the wind she heard, or something more?

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OOC: This ending can be used for a character to meet mine, or it can simply be her imagination and we can all continue on our separate ways. It is not up to me, I can work it either way, but up to you. Hope this helps. Also, not my best work. Done late at night, with distractions.

[Raven]

His body continued it's run, his foot falls crushing the heated grit under the leather soles of his boots. Annoyance flashed across his face and then pain. He stopped moving, the run turning into a trot, turning into a walk. Something was wrong, he could feel it within. His eyes closed as what felt like a jolt of lightning tore through his body. He fell to his knees, an animal like scream rose from his vocal cords, it felt like even it had been seared with a red hot iron. His body curled in upon it self, his knees coming to his chest, he clutched at his face as the world around him went black. He continued to scream. The sound slowly sounding less, and less human with each passing second.

black pigmentation discoloration began to appear upon his body. He had enough sense of mind to pull himself out of his shirt while suffering from the depth of the insanity that was plaguing his mind. The pain in his head stopped for now. He also removed his boots, and his pants thinking that somehow that was the effect. The pain started again and he fell over, body twitching as the pigmentation discoloration covered him from head to toe. His skin begin to rip apart at the pores, white fur slowly rippling out of his body, and across the skin. His body elongated, bones cracking, breaking it would sound like. And resetting. His screams of human fury turned to bestial roars that shook the trees around him as the bones shifted under his tongue allowing for such a noise.

His weight seemed to increase. Claws sprouted from his fingertips through slits that appeared out of nowhere. He opened his eyes through the visage of pain, he saw red, black, and green. Shards of reflected glass seeming to appear under the orbs. His arms felt like they were breaking, bones shifting in ways they shouldn't shift. Due to the immense pain, and the sudden shift of his body he passed out. As his body continued to evolve into the white tiger.

Minutes turned into hours before consciousness began to circle through his mind, eyes opened but he could see sharper, he could taste the very air around him. Pushing himself to his feet, he felt something shift behind him, turning around he gazed at a tail that whipped the air like an uncoiled snake. His head lowered as he gazed at his paws. He wasn't going to question the insanity, not right now. He could feel his stomach, and it felt like it was going to tear itself apart without food. Looking down he stretched, front paws going forward, back arching. completing the stretch he tilted his head. His instincts told him to feed but not to far away he heard noise. His body slowly fell upon the ground, his paws digging into the soft, heated grit under him. He slowly crawled along the ground at a bit of a trot, eyes alert.

His frame seemed to almost glide across the ground, even for the size of the five hundred lb tiger that was he. He topped moving, a cropping of birds drinking from a small source of water that got trapped within a small triangle of rocks. His frame lowered fully to the ground, moving slowly. His body made no noise as he closed the distance between him and the birds. Eyes pulsing with fragmented colors as he watched them for any movement. Getting within several feet his back feet pushed off the ground, followed by the force of his front paws. As the violent flapping of wings struggled upon the air he struck. One of the unlucky flight peddlers didn't quite make it off the ground, his jaws came down upon it's neck snapping it in a wicked flash of grinding teeth nearly ripping the head from the body. Without thought of repercussion he threw his head back and crunched down several times. The bones being ground up within his maw. Bones, sinew, tendons, veins, and feathers all being crushed under the powerful force of his blinding power. He finished his meal and licked the remaining water from the triangle of rocks. His ears perched as he looked around, his tongue forming a sort of ladle as he flicked the water into his maw.

He took his leave of the rock and ran through the trees before once again his attention was gotten. He lowered to the ground, this one was .. bigger, he could tell. He glided across the ground once more, tail coiling and uncoiling. Running up to a rock face he pushed off the ground, his body sprang through the air and struck the rock face above the person. His body again jumped off this one only to land four feet behind the person. A deep rumbling growl tore through his maw, the sound causing birds in the surrounding area to flutter away in fright. He watched her, calmly. Eyes glowing.

[grim]

He pushed off from the rock he was perched upon, taking a deep breath as he flopped into the cold water. He took long strokes as he propelled himself through the water, he ached horribly. He pushed his shattered form onto the blazing beach. His hands, and fingers both stung as he pulled himself to shore. Flopping onto his back, taking deep breaths of the fresh, salty air that surrounded him his strength was waning as he tried to take in the warm sun. His cold body shivering violently as it tried to warm his almost naked flesh. He wore at this point nothing but a hospital gown.

After what seemed like hours he finally was able to sit up. He crawled to the shore line which he just came form to retrieve a green canvas duffel bag. Unclasping it he opened to find a white t-shirt, blue jeans, and a brown leather jacket. He frowned at there being no shoes, or boots. That is until he looked to the side at one of the dead guards. The man clearly thought along the same lines he did. Dressing in the jeans and t-shit he slipped the leather “Bomber” jacket onto his shoulders. He was wearing a pair of Brown cowboy boots. He leaned over and slipped them off of the deceased man, slipping them onto his own feet. He had a little extra room but it’d do fine for the time being.

He moved with a small limp, his wounds still attempting to heal. His right hand moved to his opposite shoulder, a tender scar and stitches ran in a vertical line across his entire shoulder. Not sure of where he was or why he was here. He stopped and thought to him self. “Am I on Lost? I never thought I’d make it in that reality.” He laughed softly to his self. He wheezed every time he breathed his lungs having healed better than most everything else. He stopped sitting down upon a rock. He looked about letting out a soft sigh.

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Small post sorry, I have to sleep off the Crabby.

[samhain]

Heavy paws connected to the ground behind Samhain. Birds took flight into the air from the mighty sound that erupted next. They would rather flee in search of new sustenance than to stay and deal with the beast behind her. The cat in her head snickered, thinking that its poor human shell had really screwed up now. It was going to die, and then maybe the feline could take over. Stupid, weak, soft shell. Nothing more than a kitten’s claws to defend herself. It deserved to die, if only it wouldn’t take the cat with it.

Samhain slowly turned. Starting at her spine and working her way up, she began to tense. There was…a large cat standing in front of her, too close for her comfort. It was a very large cat, much bigger than her own feline form. It was a tiger, her old mind supplied, her mind before her capture. A tiger…on this island? Not likely. A quiet giggle bubbled from her throat and left from between her lips. So, this was what her mind could do now? She’d had the heat driven hallucinations before, when she’d spent too much time on the beach with not enough fresh water to drink. None had been quite as vivid as this, however.

“Kitty.” She said with a lopsided grin, deciding that the tiger was no more harmful than a wisp of smoke. The cat in her head snorted. Stupid girl. Did her shell not notice that the cat was real? Could it not notice the smell of tiger fur in the air, the heat from the big animal loud in the air? Could its enhanced ears not hear the heartbeat of the tiger? No, of course not. The cat was an idiot to think so. Humans were such weak creatures.

Samhain reached out a hand as if to pet the tiger, then paused. She focused, hard, on the feline instincts in her head. Of course. Her hand jerked back then, as her yellow green eyes widened. Of course, of course. She was an idiot for not sensing it earlier. She was a true idiot, the feline in her head was right. She bit upon her bottom lip as she took a quick, faltering step backwards, followed by another. All too soon her back was pressed against the rock shelf that had seemed to provide her with so much protection before. It would be her tombstone, she thought morbidly. She should have known that if the Government wasn’t going to kill her, something on the island would. Her palms flattened out on the rock at her back, and prepared to fight for her life. “Good kitty, nice kitty. I don’t probably taste very good, all stringy and slim. There are some other animals on this island, a lot better. I’ll lead you to them, if you just let me live.” She whispered, a slight warbling in her voice. She knew the tiger couldn’t understand her, but damn it she was going to try anyways. She wouldn't have been able to live with herself, if there were such places for a soul to move on once the body had deceased and she hadn't struggled for her life.

She thought about shifting form, letting her animal instincts consume her, but that seemed like a worse idea. In her even smaller animal form she would have most likely smelled more like prey. Her small animal form against this great, monstrous tiger stood no chance, anyhow. The most she would have given him would be a couple bloody swipes from her bigger Caracal claws, and maybe a torn bit of fur. Nothing that would have saved her life. She was hoping that the tiger would be like her, an animal with a human form trapped inside. Her even greater wish, however, was that the tiger understood her. It'd be just her luck if she were talking to an animal that couldn't understand the words that were falling from her lips.

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OOC: Not my best work, and sort of short. Yes, Sam is pretty much insane. And the cat is indeed a separate entity in her mind, given thoughts and reason by Sam’s human blood.
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[Raven]

He gazed at her calmly, his ears listening to everything, his nose catching every caress upon the waves before him. Claws sifted into the hot yellow grit under him, his head lowering as he stared at her. His teeth baring. She smelled, as he did. She was another used creature tossed aside by the very government that betrayed him. He watched her, his maw folding back over his canines as he watched her. And he came to realize something, as she called him a kitty, and literally tried to pet him.

This woman.
Was crazy.

He wondered when she'd come to understand he was not just some mirage caused by heat stroke, the fact she'd dare try to touch a tiger, and call him kitty. Informed him from observational analysis this woman was under some kind of self induced spell, locked in her own mind of wonders. He tilted his cranium to the side as the shift happened. He smelt it before she noticed, his ears could hear the shift in her heart beat. Something within knew, before she did. Interesting. He debated on just killing her if she touched him, but then he smelled the fear, could hear the adrenaline pulsing through her body like a train barreling down it's tracks.

Internally, he grinned, how could he not. This woman, before him, clueless, had finally come to terms with reality. He watched her back up against the rock and try to plead for her life. She honestly tried offering him better food, was she that dense? How could she know that he understood her. Perhaps.. she didn't. That made an amusing turn of events in its own right. He let another bellow raise within his body, maw shifting, bones under his tongue clicking into place. And from the confines of his body produced another might roar that rippled across the very foundation of the world around him. The caress seemed to rock grits of sand under his feet, and shift the leaves upon some of the trees around him. Allowing his mouth to close he fell back onto his haunches.

He sat there, watching her, wondering how long she'd freak out before coming to terms he was like her. He smelled feline on her, meaning she was exactly the same. What kind of feline, if she was bigger he'd have to kill her. If she posed a challenge, he'd have to kill her. I she came at him.. He let the thought fade and laughed inside. She? After him? She was scared of even herself, she couldn't step past the boundaries of her own mind to even begin to accept the reality she was dropped in. This was evident from how she carried herself,from the look on her face, he assumed she was waiting to wake up, at any moment.

He lowered himself to the ground, his massive head falling upon his paws, his body was ready to spring should she get stupid, however to the normal observer he looked calm, and relaxed. The dark stripes glowing it seemed in the sunlight that cracked through the trees. His paws lightly kneaded the ground, waiting. He tilted his head as he made a noise, like a scoff. One that would inform her he was human if she understood.

[grim]

The Sun beat down upon his white skin. Never having liked the heat, or the sea. He now felt that he’d been sent to hell for his past’s sins. He missed the smell of pine trees and the pebbly dirt of his home land, Montana. Standing up he touched his side where the stitches were still healing. By some miracle they hadn’t been torn open. He began his lone walk upon the beach deciding first to explore the island before heading inland. Knowing that the streams should have to run to the ocean if there is fresh water. If not he’d have to find some sort of container to boil the salt out. His mind kicked into survival gear, moving across the white sand. The sun forced him to squint and his brown to gather some sweat. “Damn this heat, Damn this beach, Damn wherever I am.”

He could feel his temper rise as his core temperature did. Deciding on taking a break he headed to a palm tree; sitting into the cooler sand underneath the tree helped cool him off sadly it wasn’t much cooler in the shade. He sighed and ran his fingers through the fine particles that surrounded him. “To be surrounded by water and die of Dehydration. What a cool way to go.” His hues traveled upwards to the blue sky, he smiled at the sky waving hello. In the back of his mind he had resigned himself to death, now only seeking enjoyment and solitude before he passed on leaving the mortal world behind.

Then his breath caught in his throat as he remembered the change that’d take over to save his life. An Animalist instinct, survival mechanism. He frowned, wondering how long he’d live in that poor state, a sickly, dying animal hunting for water on a fresh waterless island. Then another part of his mind invaded his thoughts “I haven’t even searched the entire beach yet. There still could be a possibility of water. He began to develop a Disdain for his current life no longer caring much for what was around him. His brain grew quiet as if trying to register what has happened to him, how he got to the island. Standing, and stepping from the shade he trudge through the blazing heat once more.

Now hopping to find water that would cure his dry throat. He began to hum the song “Safety dance” By the men who wear hats. After humming the song for a short while his lips curled into a smile at the ridiculous song. One thing he’d been wishing he had was an IPod, or Mp3 player. His boots made his feet feel like led weights. Each step, the tip of his Brown leather cowboy boots skimmed across the ocean of sand he now walked on.

The sun beat upon his worn body with no mercy. His throat felt like dried sand paper, painful to swallow. His body had stopped producing spit and sweat, and his brow hurt from squinting against the glaring sun. Making his way from the shoreline he crossed over it and settled under a shady palm tree. Resting his back upon the trunk, and his arms lazily over his knees. He closed his eyes thankful for this small amount of shade blessed upon him by the tree.
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OOC: Everything in green is what I changed to meet the island requirments.

>___>

And I like being Anti-Social.

[samhain]

Slowly, Samhain began to lose the tension in her arms, shoulders, and neck as the great cat took it’s more relaxed, less threatening position. Her hands fell away from the rock as she knelt down in the sand, soft granules clinging to the knees of her pants. She reached into the little cubby that she had deemed hers, pulling out a large canteen. Twisting the cap was a little difficult, merely because she was trying to focus on the tiger lying not five feet from her, and the cat whispered in her mind. It’s a foolish creature, this human. Can’t even recognize her own kind. The cat snickered, and Samhain felt a sensation of furred paws sliding down skin that should never be touched.

Finally the cap of the canteen was removed, and she was able to take a drink of the fresh, cool water. It refreshed her system and sated the feline inside of her, enough that her mind emptied, the cat’s thoughts disappearing, along with the feeling of something with claws kneading the skin of her stomach from the wrong side. She eyed the tiger, then fished around inside her little hiding hole for her makeshift bowl. Where a coconut would have made a better dish, she was allergic and didn’t want to chance a reaction. In reality, it was a piece of rock that she had found upon her arrival. She poured some of her precious fresh water into the bowl, before she capped the canteen and restored it to her secret place. She then set the bowl on the cool rock, and prodded it closer to the tiger with a foot. She'd much rather lose a leg than an arm. She could live without a leg, but an arm'd be harder. Especially with the lack of opposable thumbs that made humanity such a bonus. The cat sneezed inside of her head, sending vibrations through her mind that left her dazed for a few seconds. Stupid human, how much did opposable thumbs truly help? Wouldn't instincts be much better in a fight than the ability to bend one's thumbs? Samhain shook her head, rolling her eyes. Opposable thumbs came in handy more often than the feline thought.

“Bet you’re thirsty.” She said quietly, her voice a bit hoarse from disuse. She coughed, shook her head, and slunk back into her corner. She figured the tiger would either chase her down or eat her if she ran, or she’d never be able to find out its secret. Was this tiger truly like her? A government cast-off, a failed project that had outdated its purpose? Her head lifted as she sat upon the cold floor, knees drawn tight to her chest. There was a wrongness about his scent all right, and it wasn’t just the scent of him being the bigger animal, the predator? It was a human scent, as if underneath all that fur was a person, just like her. Well, not like her. She didn’t have the right equipment for that.

A thousand and one questions billowed out into her mind at once, their clamor filling up every available space. Her arms locked around her legs, pulling them closer to her chest at the pain. She needed aspirin, but on the island she doubted she’d get it. Also, was it safe for her to take? Wasn’t aspirin bad for cats, and if she were part cat, would that also affect her human body? She shook her head, casting off that trail of thought, only to be barraged by the others once more. She bit back a whimper and buried her head in her knees until she composed herself. She raised her head, giving a sheepish giggle as her gaze fell on the tiger.

“I’m not as mad as I appear, promise. The cat inside my head just makes it hard to think sometimes.” She said, her voice quiet. The rocks carried her words to the tiger, and she didn’t much feel like talking too loudly. Even the small echo of her words made her temples throb. She raised her hands to make little circles against the tender flesh. Her eyes shut tight, for a moment forgetting the 500 pound killer lying close to where she was. Her inner pain took precedence over any outer destruction the great cat could cause.

[Sybil]

OOC~ Just a little side note here guys, please keep to the actual surroundings in your post, grim the shorline has no fresh water around it.

Also, the whole point of posting is to interact with the other characters, not to just do your own thing and be roleplaying away from the others. <_<

Much love.<3

[Raven]

He laid there watching her move around the place, aware she was keeping a keen eye on him, well, for the most part. Her frazzled movements proved she was having problems coping, not only with herself, but with her newly adapted situation. Perhaps being military, he just adapted easier then most, shaking his head he stood up. Eyes roaming over her, and that around him with crocodile boredom. Then he smelt water, looking down he saw her nudge the bowel toward her.

Allowing his tongue to form a ladle, once again he flicked the water out of the small bowel, oblivious to her for a short amount of time. His mind moved outward and memories began to flood his consciousness as he thought of the same last steps he recalled. Running into a room to collect data, and being dropped to his knees. This particular event, made him question who had set him up.

Upon his tongue grating on the bottom of the make shift bowel he growled, the sound silent, but still causing a vibration within him. Something about the dust particles at the bottom had made him hunger for something out of the norm. Looking around he spotted a foot sized boulder next to her, his padded paws brushed across the heated grit beneath his frame, sinking in a bit with each movement. His maw opened, and came around the rock as he lifted his head. Without much understanding of why, or how. He bit down, the rock itself shattering within the power of his jaw, his teeth seperated the two halves of the rock as he began to chew upon it. Grounding it into dust within his mouth, swallowing the newly formed goo within his mouth he shook his head and looked at her.

She was occupied with what looked like a migraine, taking this chance to walk off he moved back to his clothes, he stared at them, eyes glowing as he willed his body to change shape, his body fell over onto it's side as he groaned, his bones shifting, mending, and elongating, canines slowly singing back into human fangs, but still keeping the same sharpness. His ears folded back and returned to their pale round shape. Shaking off the transformation he quickly dressed, shirt over torso, pants over waist and below, and his boots back onto his feet. Reaching around inside his pocket, he realized he was still part cat. His ears could hear better, he could still see further then he should be able to, and his tongue felt like sandpaper in his mouth.

Scoffing he returned to her, his boots making crunching noises upon the gravel, reaching into the military kit on his right leg, resting against him. reaching into it he pulled out a small white packet, with something other then English, within resided easy manipulated crystals that when mixed with saliva could simply be swallowed. It was a form of Tylenol. His fingers snapping as he stood in front of the girl. Remembering she had issues, he wondered if she'd question his being an illusion again. He spoke softly, his thick accent seeping past his maw.

" Oi, girl. Take this. It will get rid of your headache. My name is Tank, or Faust, your pick. I am the man eating tiger that was just laying in front of you. Now, snap out of your mental funk, and take this crap. We have a lot of walking to do, and it be best if we stay together."

He looked around, shaking his head he tossed the packet at the girl, letting it land on the rock beside her as he moved around to her other side. His right boot tapped a tree, which caused him to look up. Seeing the coconuts upon the top of the tree he decided to kick it. The force of momentum he issued into his leg upon the movement caused the tree to bend backwards for a bit, and whiplash back towards him. A coconut fell from the tree as gravity dropped it for his face. His right hand rose upwards snatching it out of the air with cat like reflexes. Spinning upon his left heel, his boot slightly dug a hole into the sand. As he watched her, waiting for her to snap out of her problem.

Steele grey eyes came to a slow close, as his right hand moved to his side, grabbed the knife from his hip, and idly rotated it with his fingers. He stabbed the top of the knife into the coconut with ease, and pulled to the right, creating a form of opening. Removing the sharp metallic blade he rose it to his lips, and took the nectar from within. Upon draining the round object of liquid he purred softly, the sound rumbling within his chest as he chuckled.

" I wonder, if anyone else is on this desolate corner of hell, surely it can't be me and this one girl, that would make no sense. Chances are there are others, time to find them, and see what we can come up with. Even though, i'm certain I know exactly what happened.." He let his eyes wander over to her once more, the Steele grey bored, waiting. Wondering if she was ready to go yet.

[grim]

He yawned softly, the back of his head resting against the palm tree. His eyes stared ahead unfocused. His mind in a better place, never having dealt with the heat very well he sighed softly. His eyes drifting across the beautiful blue sky, his hand reached upwards as if to grasp the sky and pull it to him. His fingers spread wide, then slowly curling to take hold. A little chuckle left his lips as he turned to look at his empty palm.

“How could anything survive in the heat like this?” He slipped off the “Bomber jacket he wore; rolling it up and stuck it underneath his lower back. He slipped his hands behind his head, his legs out stretched and crossed near the ankle. “Maybe this place isn’t so bad.” A smile stretched the corners of his lips upwards. “If only the heat wasn’t so unbearable.”

With no sign of the people who’d been pushed from the plane, he had no idea if they were here somewhere or not. He didn’t really care at this point. He wanted the pain in his side, and his shoulder to go away. He felt lucky to be alive; he didn’t remember how he’d manage to escape from the gurney he had been strapped too. That whole experience felt like a nightmare, one he was currently, one he couldn’t wake from.

He longed for the cool air, and pine trees of his home. He felt as if he were out of his environment. The sand didn’t feel right, the trees didn’t look right. The only thing that seemed okay was the blue sky which reassured him when he looked to it. “What I would give for a tall glass of water.” He knew he could continue walking in search of water, but instead decided it was more important to conserve his energy, maybe look once the night came.

He pondered where he could be, some island in the center of the ocean? Maybe the island is uncharted? Or is there a civilization here, one where the other people went too? Is the Island near some sort of continent, or the Philippians? He looked once more around his settings, still with no clue where he could be. “Maybe I should have paid attention to geography class.”

A pang of sadness ran deep within his heart, remembering his old life. How long had he been gone from the world he left behind? He yawned again, a wave of drowsiness came crashing over his entire body, his eyelids became heavier than iron, and his limbs didn’t seem to want to respond to his commands. “Maybe… Maybe I could take a nap.”

His hues were blotted out as his lids closed around them. It didn’t take more than a moment after his eyes shut, for him to fall into a deep sleep. He’d always been known to be a sound sleeper, his old friends used to joke, that a freight train could crash through his house and he wouldn’t wake up. His breathing became rhythmic, a soft wheeze escaped from his lips while he inhaled and exhaled the salty air that surrounded him.