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Tommy's head perked up as his incredibly sensitive ears picked up the soft thumping of a walking stick against the packed dirt of the road leading to the graveyard. A frown creased the bat-man's face as human curiosity piqued. He gave a look of longing toward the now dead deer, wishing it would continue breathing...it was like a water fountain back in school. His mind cracked up at the thought, a grin spread on his maw.

Slowly he made his way on all fours, using his knuckles to support his upper body, toward a large tree. He crouched behind it and leaned his head out toward the entrance to the graveyard.

Tommy watched the oddly familiar shape enter the graveyard. He affixed it with a peircing gaze, trying to make it out. Although his eyesight has gotten a bit better through the changes, it was still hard to make out things in the distance without contacts. He compromised with his brain by sending off a burst of echolocation.

Ahhh...that shape...familiar...name? Predator? Friend. Hopeful...

Tommy slowly stepped from behind the large tree with a slightly demented grin on his face. His mind frantically tried to put a label to this creature...and finally one came.

The name came out in a mix between chitters and a scratchy, once-human voice.

"Riicchh...ard."

Tommy took a step backwards as Richard approached, leaving dots of blood on the grass as he went. The blood from the lacerations on his hands still seeping. His grin falters as he looks to the tentacles and back to Richard's distinctly feline face. "Flyboy now...wasn't PQ before, but now...HAH! Who needs eyes...I see...everything in my mind now..." he laughed at something humorous only to himself. It came out in the chittering scratchy voice.

His head perks up once more as his deranged mind thinks of something. "Hey...HEY! C'mon...gotta showyasomethin..." he chitters out as he begins padding back behind the tree where the mutilated deer awaits.

He stares down at the cooling deer, blood drying all around its open throat. "Yaknow...yaknowyaknow...it all tastes different...ever type...deerbirdrabbitmedical...dragon...it all tastes different...." he trails off for a moment as he thinks. All of a sudden his eyes go wide and his grin is back, "Like beer! Lightbeer for the slowerones...don't run around as much, don't need many redbloodcells in their veins...I can feel 'em, yaknow...yeah...they feel good too. Can't help myself sometimes...but the heavy darker beer...good German stuff, yeah...you get that from the runners...Need lot'sa oxygen in their muscles...nutrients pass through the protein receptors with enzymes....then ya get to the mitosisphase, cell splits...yeah...it all tastes different..."

He slowly looks back up to Richard, that manic grin on his face, "Wanna try it?"

As Tommy stares up at Richard, he gets his answer in the form of two tentacle spades to the head. The first one which landed on his left cheek sends him sprawling to the right. At first it stick soundly to his face as the other tentacle wraps about his head and pulls, but the force is too much for that one to find purchase and he slips from its grip. The tentacle on his face makes a loud popping sound as the suckers are pulled off.

Tommy tumbles off and bangs his head against a tree. A small amount of blood dribble from a gash in his forehead...but there's already so much blood that it's hard to notice.

Echolocation peirced the twilight sky as Tommy tried to clear his mind of the barbwire inhabiting it. He was confused, a friend...hit him? It's happened before...during...what was it...the change...those tentacles...strikeoutlighteningfastandkill...nofriend. Wants to hurt you Tommy...wants to eatyou batman!

Tommy's frantic thoughts are cut short as the air is expelled from his lungs as the larger man crashed down on top of him. Stunned, at first Tommy couldn't do anything as Richard's hands seeked his own webbed ones and pinned them down. This would be relatively easy to do due to his lightweight bones.

As soon as he had air in his lungs though, the echolocating screams began again. He twisted his head from side to side, trying to find thing that trapped his wings, but to no avail. The man's arms were just out of his reach.

Tommy continued to fight and struggle, every now and then attempting to do a push up. Though, due to his arms being so spread out, he could only manage to lift up a few inches before pounding back to the ground, driving the air from his lungs once again. Thankfully, this only happened a few times until Tommy realized it wasn't helping at all. Though he still struggled some, he soon tired himself out so that it didn't do much good at all.

At Richard's voice, Tommy's head perks up, his eyes darting around. The growl made him tremble, but the actual voice seemed to calm him down even more. "Ri...Richard...ge...get you're fat kitten a** offa me..."

Tommy managed to turn his head around to look at Richard, his maw still dripping blood-soaked saliva. He looked like hell and that manic look had yet to leave his eyes. However, there was also a spark of cognition in there as well. "Get off of me...Christ...my head hurts...I can't think straight...every thought's about blood...Goddamnit! I think I may have killed someone the other day, Richard...I don't know for sure...that ******** dragon...Goddamnit!"

Tommy skittered away from Richard the moment the weight was lifted. His eyes searched Richard's face cautiously, the slight fear accentuated by a large bruise and some swelling that had already begun to show themselves on the side of his face from where the tentacle had hit him. For a moment, it seemed like he would just revert back to the feral state, but his eyes cleared soon enough.

He stood there on all fours, looking over Richard. It seemed like he wasn't going to say anything, but finally he opened his mouth to sepak...closed it before wiping some blood and saliva off with the back of his hand...and tried again. "Richard...I...I think I may've killed someone...I dunno, don't remember...the Red Dragon began to speak lies...I remember hating him for what he did to you...for how he acted...oh God...I lunged at him...I remember the feel as the soft skin at his neck gave way and the blood began to flow...it's so much different when it's fresh and pumping...oh God..."