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Post by Strype on Jul 8, 2007 13:04:07 GMT -5
Ever since the incident in the hallway with the Professor, Kyra had been reluctant to go to sleep. Instead, she would stay awake, in the woods. It was a comforting place, and she thought she wouldn't worry about sleeping there; it was alive with sounds and smells. But tonight, she'd stayed out too late, and nodded off against a tree. The same comforting sounds and smells excited her in her dreams, and it wasn't long before she turned into the tiger, excited for the hunt.
She'd ripped out of her pair of already tattered shorts and tank top, and had been barefoot to begin with. The change took less time, her conscious will not acting against the transformation. In no time at all, she was an almost full-sized tiger, still in the last stages of adolescence. She growled, hungry. Kyra had missed dinner, again, and the tiger's stomach clamored for nourishment. With a sniff, she caught a scent of prey nearby, and began to stalk it.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Jul 8, 2007 13:11:26 GMT -5
::Pietro had gone outside to brood. Sleep had eluded him, and having finished the book he had been reading, he had no reason to stay in the room. If he paced, he would awaken Wanda, and his sister needed sleep. One of them should be well-rested.
At first, he had ran a security sweep. Finishing that all too quickly, he roamed the grounds, heading out to the woods to brood and reflect. He prided himself on not appearing foolish, and yet he had managed to destroy one of the few relationships he genuinely enjoyed having. It would teach him to be more careful with his words, and to not stray from his sister.::
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Post by Strype on Jul 8, 2007 13:15:28 GMT -5
Having finished devouring a rabbit, Kyra was still hungry. The blood on her muzzle made her look terrifying indeed. Eyes flashing yellow in the night, she saw someone else by the woods. As a young tiger, she was just beginning to establish her territory. And this person was in it. Had he come to challenge her? Even though she'd never seen other tigers before, her instincts knew the chance that there could be a large male looking to take over her territory. She crept closer, slinking through the grass.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Jul 8, 2007 13:20:15 GMT -5
::Pietro journeyed deeper into the woods. When he was younger, he would take hikes here, whenever he needed to calm himself, or to teach himself to slow. The trees had changed little since then, and the environment only brought back memories he had tried to bury, further fouling his mood. The only noises he heard was the small snapping of branches, most likely a squirrel or a hedgehog.::
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Post by Strype on Jul 8, 2007 13:25:25 GMT -5
She saw, instead of another tiger, a person. They often claimed territory, just like wild beasts. And she wouldn't let him claim hers. She crept closer, until she was only metres away. She growled, leaping from behind the bushes, where he could see her in her defensive anger.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Jul 8, 2007 13:29:35 GMT -5
::The sudden growl caused Pietro to turn. There was the source, a tiger. A tiger on the grounds; it could only be that poor waif, Kyra; she had mentioned her "furry dreams," nightly transformations while she slept.:: "Down girl."
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Post by Strype on Jul 9, 2007 21:51:51 GMT -5
She growled, unfamiliar with him, or his scent. His sudden movement caused her to bristle, baring her fangs.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Jul 9, 2007 21:54:29 GMT -5
::Pietro stood his ground, always a bit cocky. He was strong and fast enough to take a teenager, tiger form or not.:: "I said 'down.'"
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Post by Strype on Jul 9, 2007 21:59:32 GMT -5
She snarled, his tone challenging. She wouldn't back down from a challenge; she was a young, fierce tigress. To her animal mind, she could take him easily; he didn't have any claws, or fangs. Or weapons. In a sudden motion, she sprang forward, trying to swat him with her claws.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Jul 9, 2007 22:02:37 GMT -5
::Pietro expected an attack; he hunted, and her growling was a clear indication. With a flick of his wrist, he grabbed her paw, holding it in place.:: "Time to go."
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Post by Strype on Jul 9, 2007 22:09:10 GMT -5
She yowled, his hand catching her paw in mid-air was unexpected, and left her standing on her hind legs. In her anger, she swiped at him with her other paw.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Jul 9, 2007 22:12:15 GMT -5
::Her yowl gave him warning, and Pietro ducked from the path of her paw. With his other hand, he grabbed that paw; his reflexes were unmatched with his speed. To an observor, it looked as though he were dancing with a tiger in the moonlight. Unfortunately, this was by no means the strangest night he had spent at this mansion.::
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Post by Strype on Jul 9, 2007 22:14:44 GMT -5
She hissed in frustration, both her paws now held captive by his hands. But she was furious now, and dove towards him headfirst, jaws open.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Jul 9, 2007 22:21:50 GMT -5
::She was resilient; Pietro gave her that. His first reaction when she dove was to throw her over him, which he did, not letting go of her paws. The result was her flying backward to the ground, and him landing atop her. Had his body not been built for this sort of motion, his arms would have dislodged from their sockets. Yet they held onto her front paws, while he lay vulnerable to scratches from her back ones.::
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Post by Strype on Jul 9, 2007 22:38:18 GMT -5
She yowled in fright at being thrown over him, and sought out wildly with her hind paws to latch onto him, or anything, without getting hurt.
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