Enter. Faust.

[samhain]

Samhain, so wrapped up with the voices and thoughts churning in her head, paid no attention to the tiger’s disappearance, until the feline in her thoughts pointed it out. ‘Shush’, she instructed the cat, with no avail. It enjoyed prancing through the weak human’s thoughts, instincts deceived by what the human considered reason. She attempted to silence the cat that was prancing through her mind. The feline was having none of it; it was awake now, and was too interested in the odd beast-man that was currently in the form of a tiger.

At least, it was a minute ago. Now there was nothing in the greater cat’s space. Samhain blinked, her head canting to the side. It piqued the feline’ interest, causing it to surge inside of her. It felt as if it were running at her, trying to force her skin to split so it could be free. The odd smell, like burnt metal, hit her senses. It was the same smell that overloaded her system every time the cat tried to force on the change. She struggled with herself, trying to push back the feline. Claws pushed out from her fingertips painfully, blood falling into the sand she was resting on. Her new nails clung to the jean fabric covering her knees, shedding the fabric there to ribbons. A dam was about to burst, she knew it. The change was upon her.

Just before, however, she heard a voice. A male’s voice, pulling her back from the edge. She concentrated on the voice, on the words each individual sound made. Eyes she hadn’t known she’d closed opened, and she stared up at the very, very tall man in front of her. Her lips curled over her teeth, and she let out the tiniest growl, the noise not truly a noise, merely a vibration through her chest. “Samhain. Not ‘girl’.”

She studied the male, actually paid attention, and her green eyes widened. He was intimidating. The cat scoffed, her tail flickering. It created an odd sensation along the nerve endings around her tailbone, feeling as if there was something missing. Of course there was, the cat snickered. Samhain attempted to shush the cat, only to have the odd flicking sensation along her tailbone.

This human isn’t so frightening, the feline thought. Sure, he was bigger and outweighed her quite a bit; as a tiger, he could probably eat her in two bites. As a human however…the feline figured she was faster. If not faster, at least more agile. Even as a human, she could squeeze into gaps he’d never even consider.

Her attention then slid to the packet he had tossed to her. It was a very suspicious packet. She didn’t trust it, just as she didn’t trust him. Not yet, anyhow. He didn’t seem all that bad. Rough, yet intelligent. That didn’t mean much, though. He could be a little bit off, like her. Or completely insane. Hell, for all she knew the packet contained roofies, and he had dreadful male power-trip plans to do terrible things to her. Ah, nothing she hadn’t lived through before. This time, she wouldn’t be defenseless. She’ had enough with being the victim.

With all these thoughts bounding through her mind, it was a miracle that she was able to come back to focusing on the male. He wanted to explore, eh? To see if others were on the island, perhaps. She thought about telling him, informing him of the ones who had landed when she did. But, he hadn’t he come in on a shipment too? That was what she’d overheard one of the guardsmen say, when they were loading up her kind. ‘Where is this shipment going? Same place?’ It had let her know that there were even more like her, somewhere. “I’ll go with you, Tank.” She said quietly, rising to her feet. She decided not to tell him; if he was even as half as intelligent as he looked, he’d figure it out. She hoped.

There wasn’t much for her to pack, only her canteen; everything would be safe enough until she returned. The canteen, now a little more than half full, hung ou a strap around her neck and one shoulder, like a purse. The packet he’d thrown at her she picked up gingerly with two fingers, stowing it in one of the pockets of her newly ripped jeans. Everything was ready. “Let’s go, before I realize just how bad going off with a complete stranger is.”

[Raven]

He kept seeing the way she was looking at him, not so much her, as her inner animal. His eyes seemed to pulsate softly, narrowing to dark slits of Tiger like malice as he gazed at the cat, that watched him. A soft snarl left his lips. And vanished upon her turning to him. He looked like nothing more then Tank. His point had been made.

His impatience got the better of him, spinning upon his heel he started to walk, damn this girl and her beliefs of him. He began to move away from her, aware she'd follow him. He left it up to her to catch up, he had thinking to do, and if he kept watching her, he'd rip that feline out of her body, and snap it's neck. He walked through the sand, his boots stirring up clouds of never ending grit.

He shook his head, annoyance radiating through his very bone marrow. He could feel the tiger inside, the wish to change, run across this ground, increase the speed of his movement. Scoffing he slammed his fist into a tree, and caught the coconut that fell. As he moved forward he tossed it from his right, to left hand.

He thought back upon those long days, running through the street looking for a fight, a means to survive. A way to make money, without losing any. He went through bouts of betting on his own fights, to doing things young people should never do. He'd fired guns at a young age, he had blood upon his hands at a young age, that much he never regretted. He did what he had to do. He was working under a Russian named Yuri by the age of 12. He was doing assassination contracts up until the age of 18.

The day he went for the final contract as Yuri called it, was the day everything changed. He was ambushed, much like he was on the day that got him stuck on this damn island. Tranquility darts, they left small bruises, but never did much damage. He'd been dropped by many of them, every year they had to reel in Faust they had to up the dosage. Last time he heard the dose was enough to kill fourteen full grown men. He laughed, hard, the bellow dancing from his chest region causing his entire frame to rumble. The laughter came on out of nowhere, and he probably scared the poor girl following him.

Shaking his head, he continued his walk, if she'd said anything in the last ten minutes, he didn't hear anything, He'd been lost in his own mind until the laugh. He stole a quick glance at her, the malice of the tiger evident within his eye, to stop the small cat from judging him. He spoke softly, from a mental brush of understanding he got earlier just from the look in her eye earlier.

" I might be large, but I'm far more agile then you." That was all he said, he knew what that look meant earlier, it was along the lines of if it came down to it. He'd lose his life because of the small creatures nimbleness. He was always underestimated because of his size, it annoyed him. As he continued to walk under the heat of the day, under the intoxicating smell of salt water, Under the breeze less caress of the wind, that refused to blow he sighed.

Upon the sigh his eyes came partly closed, and he saw a figure laying upon the beach. He stopped moving, and tossed the coconut up and down within his palm, a dark grin brushing across his lips. What better way to test the animal, or kind of creature this was, be it human like them, or feral? Of course he'd do it, he had no other choice. As he took two steps forward, his arm came back in a baseball pitchers throw. His right leg rose, and he snapped his entire body forward. The coconut went flying through the air at about the same speed as the 93 mph fastball he could zing. He watched as it flew over the sand at just the right level to smack right into the mans head as he laid there. If it wasn't stopped, it'd slam headfirst into the male, and he'd have a rude awakening. Grinning, he watched it's movement.

[grim]

Within his deep sleep he dreamed a peaceful dream, his body seeming to slump over just enough so that the coconut exploded against the trunk next to him. The cracking of the coconut, made his eyes creak open. Two blurred figures stood before him, and now he had coconut milk on him. He sat up straight blinking the blurry from his eyes. His mind was still hazy, his throat dry from lack of moisture.

He hadn’t seen friendly people in a long time, so naturally he scooted back and took a stand before the two. His form facing them, then standing to the side waiting for trouble. His eyes scanned the two for weapons; lucky for him they didn’t seem to have any. His eyes narrowed as he studied them, he remained silent watching the odd companions. “Maybe a father and daughter team? But if she’s his daughter then. Would they be hostile? They could be they’re probably in on this whole thing.”

His fingers curled into balls, hopping it wouldn’t come down to a fight, but was ready anyway. His eyes were mostly upon the large male, yes he was big, and yes he looked strong. Doesn’t mean he’s upbeat able. His muscles were tense like a snake ready to strike. His farm work gifted him with strong arms, and endurance most wouldn’t have. He’d been in fights before, while he was in high school, but from the last little skirmish he was in it could mean this was for keeps.

Also as a child he’d convinced himself he was going to be the next “Karate kid” He’d ended up taking six years of Karate though he had never been very good due to lack of practice and the loss of the karate kid dream. He still knew enough to save himself when in a scrap. He didn’t mind if he lost, he’d be off this island at least. “Maybe I’m in mortal kombat, and we have to fight each other in some sort of tournament.” He’d also been a big fan of mortal kombat, basically every 80’s movie ever. He smiled to himself thinking of how dorky he sounded in his own head.

He could always use the change to fight off these two goons. But knew what the price was to pay, after every change he could feel his sanity slip, after he awoke in Canada it took him a week to realize what, and who he was. No, he’d use the change for dire emergencies. His eyes spotted the broken coconut shell, the white meat exposed to him. “Why had they thrown the coconut, to weaken me before hand?” he thought, while his eyes slid back upon the two.

“That seemed pretty cheap of them.” He could hear his heart beat; the slow rhythmic beating gave him comfort though he still wheezed softly while he breathed through his nose. In his condition he probably had an even slimmer chance of taking the two on. “Hmm...” He steadied himself.

[samhain]

The sound of the coconut smashing into the tree, Samhain jumped and let out a tiny squeak. The feline inside her laughed, the noise more of a hiss than a human sound. She moved closer into Tank’s shadow, hiding herself in it. She watched the male warily, her fingers drumming on the side of her canteen. She was starting to wonder if there was anyone on this island without a Y chromosome. There definitely seemed to be a large cluster of men on the beach, at least.

The cat seemed just as interested in this male as it was in the other. Her sharp green eyes studied the male, the feline shining through. He wasn’t as frightening was Tank, she decided, and the feline agreed. It was a rare occasion, that. Samhain’s lips turned upwards in a small smile then, in spite of herself. Even though she had known Tank longer, all ten minutes longer, he seemed a more formidable opponent. It’d be best if she stuck around the great tiger, if simply because it’d be worse to have him as an enemy.

She shifted her weight from one leg to the other, twitchy. She momentarily though of stepping out from behind her large companion, but quickly decided against it. The least attention she drew to herself the more she could observe, see who would better be avoided. She still wasn’t sure about Tank; the packet he had given to her created a slight lump in her jeans pocket. She didn’t know if it was safe, but at least he hadn’t tried to push her into taking it. Point for him. If he would have pushed too hard, she would have killed him in his sleep or something.

Samhain blinked, surprised. That thought hadn’t come from her, but from the feline in her head. It actually thought so cruelly, enough to get rid of a human being as if he were nothing. Samhain blinked again, then sighed. It was if he wasn’t real to the feline, him or the other man. They were just mice for the cat to play with. She was getting tired of how the cat treated everyone as if they were its underlings. It had worked to get a rise out of the tiger, and now was once more trying to push itself closer to the surface to engage the new male. It wanted out, and she wanted it to stay where it belonged. Locked in her subconscious. The cat shouldn’t even been real.

Real. Samhain let out a second sigh. Of course the feline didn’t care about these people’s lives, none of them were real. The cat was putting these images into her mind, playing mind games. It was trying to mix her senses into the cats, meld them enough so that soon Samhain would be working with the feline’s instincts instead of her own. They were both hallucinations of sorts, placed by the cat. Her cheeks heated, and she took a step back.

She’d talked to the hallucination like a loony. The feline was quite good at faking it; the fabricated smells of the men seemed just as real as the scents of the salt water, the gritty sand that smelled like dirt, only saltier. She recoiled from Tank then, tripping over a jutting rock. She fell onto her behind, out of Tank’s shadow, her eyes wide with surprise. Sunlight fell into her eyes, and sand granules scraped roughly against the palms of her hands.

“Damn, you’re not even real.” She whispered, shaking her head. She raised a hand, brushed it off on her jeans, and ran it through her pale hair agitatedly. She once more felt foolish for talking to her hallucinations, but it no longer mattered. She’d done it before, why did it matter? She highly doubted the hallucinations cared all that much.
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OOC: Sorry it's so short, but I couldn't really think of much. I wrote this at school as well, when I should have been doing other things. Naughty, naughty. Anyhow, once more sorry it's short.

[Raven]

Tank stood there, his eyes closing to narrow slits as the coconut shattered against the palm tree. Scoffing he watched as the man came to, and stood up. He was standing like he wanted a fight, or perhaps was ready for one. Tank lightly flicked the roof of his mouth with his tongue, two ways this could be done.

He watched the other male calmly, his over-all frame informing he could fight, perhaps had training in it. Tank weighed the odds wondering if he wanted to slide into a fight such at this, Or pass it off as friendly and continue on their way, dragging this person with them.

He could feel her behind him, hiding in his shadow as it were. He could also in a way, hear the feline as it sized up both males, not so much physical words. As his ears catching the faint sound of claws brushing over skin, the sound of layers of membrane being parted under sharpened claws. Shaking his head he watched the male.

Time for a bit of fun, He slipped his shirt over his head, his boots coming off seconds later. Smiling lightly he slipped out of his pants, the moment gravity brought them to the ground he was stark naked for a moment. His entire frame pushing off the ground and landing a good few paces away from the lad. Girth pulsating with muscle fibers. Eyes turned to narrow slits of fragmented color. His massive skull tilted to the side as all 500 lbs of him moved slowly toward the male. Each paw lightly padding upon the heated grit of the golden fragments beneath him.

He grinned, within his own mind. He could smell the type of animal this guy was, his very sweat informed him. He could smell it, taste it upon the air, and see it just under the surface. His right paw pushed into the ground, and he roared, the sound seeming to have far more power then most animals. All five hundred pounds of white, black lined flesh pulsated as the muscles contracted within his maw. The grit beneath him jumped from the roar as if micro subsonic waves had brushed upon the Terra. He watched the male. He didn't mean for this to be a fight, he was showing himself to the male, a form of respect, in a way. But if the male took it as a fight, he'd use all 500 lbs, and his military tactics, in this state. And go head first against this guy. [/color]


OOC: Short, I know this, It's been a long day, and I forced a post just to keep it going

[grim]

His off colored orbs watched carefully at the beast now before him “A challenge?” He studied the creature for a moment, a moment that seemed to stretch out into eternity. “Possibly knows I can change. I’m not alone, but is he friend or foe?” His body tensed waiting for the opponent to strike, it he was going too. He had knowledge on how to fight certain animals with bare hands, never had to use it before this.

But possibly could come in handy. His boot tips dug into the fine sand as he waited, his mind churning and whirling thinking of possible scenarios. His eyes never leaving the tiger before him, but using his peripheral vision to also keep an eye upon the young woman. He was too tired for fighting, but didn’t let his fatigue show for a moment. Would the Tiger leap? Would this turn into the cold war, a show of brawn only to have one person to break down and finally speak to the other?

Or is he showing respect, expecting him to change also. Alas the last would not happen. He hated the change, almost more than his current life, more than the island he was on, more than those who made him what he is. Yet there it was, the tingling underneath his skin, yearning to escape into the world, wanting to shift to have the painful shape change occur.

If he missed a moments concentration he would turn. His mind was fortified from practice. His will hardened from the trip down to Montana. He waited to see what the outcome was to be, his eyes upon the two invaders, the invaders of his sleeping time.

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I'm super tired right now, Sorry I haven't posted in FOREVER. Next post will be longer, I promise. The Color got screwed up so it looks white.

[samhain]

Samhain’s arms came to encircle her knees, drawing them close to her chest. She watched everything with a detached sort of interest, as if everything happening around her was part of some huge play. In a way it was, since everything that was happening was one big hallucination. She briefly wondered if she were being crazy, or if all of this was just one big dream. Could the last year and half of the Government be just a dream? Maybe she was in a coma still. Yeah, that was possible. She was in some giant coma, and the Government were still prodding and poking at them. Screw aliens, it was secretly the Government abducting people to probe them.

Samhain watched the two men in their stand-off, wondering which one would cave in first. Her guess switched between the two, but in the end she concluded that there would be a fight. Tank wasn’t the type to give in, she decided, and the other male didn’t look the type either. She let out a snort of amusement, shaking her head. Why did her mind have to come up with such a typical standard for men? Big, testosterone-filled, never back down sorts that made her feel small and insignificant in their presence. Maybe that was her subconscious telling her what kind of men she was into?

Samhain chuckled, shaking her had once more. Yeah, right. She hadn’t been interested in men since the Government had taken. That didn’t make her a lesbian, because she had no interest in women, either. There was no interest, when most anyone she saw nowadays was either a hallucination or feral. Hell, now she’d started to combine the two. Feral hallucinations.

The thought brought her back to the two hallucinations in front of her, and she returned to her study of them. The white tiger was a particular favorite of hers, simply because the creature was so beautiful. The human version was lacking, in manners to begin with, but she figured her mind created flawed creatures because she, herself was flawed. The other male, now he looked like a hick. Small-town male, probably used to hard labor. She wondered if she could get an intelligent word out of him, then decided against it. Knowing her mind, he probably spoke German or something. Or Korean. At least what she thought Korean would sound like.

Sam sighed then, rising to her feet. She decided now would be a good time to break up the mental specters’ fight, before she got an even bigger headache. Her temples throbbed, but she pushed past the slight pain. She’d dealt with worse than this before. What was one headache when she’d had needles bigger around than a piece of pencil lead jammed into her for longer than she tried remembering?

She stepped between the males then, her form loose and relaxed. What was the worst thing they could do to her, honestly? Her thin arms crossed loosely over her chest as she regarded the men with idle curiosity. “You know….you’re both kind of pretty.”

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OOC: Yeah…shush. I couldn’t really think, so most of this is me rambling on. This shows some of the inner workings of Samhain’s mind, and not everything she says I agree with. I don’t think you’re a hick, Grim! She does. Somehow. Her Hick-dar went off? And once more, I’m sorry this is so strange. I’m mainly using her insanity as an excuse for my own.

[Raven]

The mechanical understanding of the genetic build of the human body was much the same as an animals. Commands were sent to the limbs through a set cycle within the body. Each one delayed by a 0.2 spread before the command was actually issued. His tail twitched to and fro' the plume caressing the airwaves behind him allowing his skin under the fur to feel a sort of brush he hadn't as a human. The viral sensation of a fight caused his adrenal gland to pulsate. This issuing a recourse of adrenaline to shoot through his entire system.

Even in tiger form, he had full control over his body, remained in conscious thought, and could manipulate himself. He had certain abilities as a human. He was able to brush other peoples minds, and speak to them. He began to contemplate if he could do this as a tiger. ' Boom, boom, boom, Boom, BOom, BOOm, BOOM, BOOM. The caress of his heart continued to increase as adrenaline tore through his system. He could smell something upon the air that enticed him, the one before him could hold his own. He was counting on that.

He lowered his entire body, he was about to shred the very sand under his paws, and dash at the one before him, he knew with the manipulation of his own organ in play, he would be faster then what the male before him was expecting. As he dug his front paws in, stretched out his back, and readied to dash. The world upturned without warning, A migraine danced across his skull and caused him to fall to the ground. His paws clawed into the sand trying to find friction, something to hold onto. His breath increased, and he felt the manipulation of his adrenal gland failing. His heartbeat returning to normal, the dull throb within his skull retracting to nothing but a nuisance.

Standing once more, giving no more then a few seconds between his falter, and the fall. He was back to his standing position, his body ready to dash, and once more, he manipulated the adrenal gland. He'd ignore the flash migraine that was sure to come once more. As he settled in this time, she got in the way. He watched her step between them as idly as someone with no fear stepping between two warring wolves. His jaw literally fell open for a bit and closed as he watched her. He could literally face-palm himself at this point, were he human.

He tried to counteract two moves at one time, he allowed his mind to open, and brushed it across the females, knowing the feline within would argue with him. A animalistic roar tore from the front half of his mind without actually vocalizing it. The massive roar would cause the feline to back down if all was done correctly. Allowing his voice to reach the female in question.

"Explain to me something, what, in the hell. Are you doing? You don't even know if this man before us, is a threat or not, and you just saunter into the middle of this? Get your small ass. BACK to the trees. NOW. I can't keep an eye on you, and him at the same time. Either move to the trees or behind me.. "

He watched her, allowed his mind to retract and realized something, this was pointless. She was utterly clueless, and lost within her own mind. Due to the fact his movements of abilities, and her stepping between them took mere seconds he moved. His dash speed throwing sand up behind him that arc'd the air, and fell back without sound. He moved in a tight angle to brush just behind the girls legs, this causing his plume to brush against the back of her knee. Within a fraction of time to be questioned, he was between the male and the girl behind him. His body lowering once more, his heart racing as he manipulated the adrenal gland. Ignoring the pulse of the migraine he watched the male, he'd get him to change even if he had to full on charge him.