Welcome to Gaia! ::

You awaken to your face itching. If you run your hand along the side where it itches it seems to be growing hair, but softer, more like fur. The itching seems to lead into a burning of your ears as they stretch and point. Even as they do you realize something is happening inside them, as you can hear better than you could previously.

Where your fingers connect to your nails it burns as they begin to legthen and grow sharp. A slight curve forming as the nail is already digging into skin and becomming more like a razor than a human nail, though not that extreme yet.
Your toes ache as they begin to grow just as your fingers do.

The itching that was once just on your face seems to fill your chest, as you watch fur form and grow there. Silver and grey, the colors of a tabby.

The most painful part of all though comes from your tail bone, you feel it legthening, itching also at the same time as it grows slightly, and sprouts it's own fur. It twitches a bit of it's own violation because of the discomfort your experiencing.

Your eyes tear, and when you close them you can feel something... changing, growing. As you develop the reflective membrane that allows cats to see in the color grey in the dark. Your vision from further away seems to change a bit, making you barely nearsighted. Your new vision more suited to things that are close by, as you almost have an instinctial desire to follow them with your eyes.

You feel your gums ache as your teeth legthen and they grow sharper. Your tongue feels weird as you notice it seems to be bumpy and more akin to sandpaper. This also seems to come with a craving for meat, as your tastebuds turn more... carnivorious.

Your nose also pushes up a bit, as it seems to reshape at the tip. You feel it become wet, like the nose of an animal. This is followed by realizing that your sense of smell if better than it was before. Your room full of smells that you never realized it had, some good, some bad.

This all happens slowly, but all too fast considering you are now a human, with a bit of feline in you.

Ambrose was on his way home from the morning discussion with Greer and the Dude. In a way... he felt better. It was off his chest - he knew how they felt, and it was closed. They were together, and they were all friends. At least it hadn't screwed up their friendship - he had that to thank.

And after talking with them, he also realized that his longing for a relationship was mostly missing Angelina. Maybe the Dude was right about trying to get over her... even if it was a rebound relationship... But he didn't WANT to get over her. And this failed mess seemed to drive that in even more.

As he was heading to open his unlocked door, he heard... screaming from above him and froze, staring up at Julian's closed door.

What in the world...? A cold shiver ran down his back as he remembered Julian's creepy smile... having already pegged him as being a prime canidate for being mentally disturbed.

The scream sounded almost inhuman... had... had he changed? Dear lord, what would that have done to him?

Ambrose raced up the stairs and knocked on the door. "Julian?? Julian! It's Ambrose!"

Ambrose swallowed, remembering very well the morning after his change, and how reluctant he was to let someone see him.

He cautiously pushed the door open a nudge more and slipped into the room, closing the door behind him so as to not alarm Julian.

As his eyes adjusted to the darkness he spoke in a soft, comforting tone. "Julian...? I.. I think I know what you're going through... it... happened to me, too." He whispered. "I... can help you - if you like.."

Ambrose froze as his eyes slowly brough the murky room to coherence, the mirrors behind his own eyes catching the light and amplifying it for him.

He saw the shape huddled against the floor - and a distinct tail lashing wildly.

He shut up upon the murmured plea, assuming Julian was talking to him.

Ambrose approached slowly, holding his hands up in a placating manner. He nearly had a heart attack as, he was going to kneel, Julian popped up wiht his eerie grin, amplified by the flashing feline eyes.

"Julian!" he eeked, and then caught himself, taking a breath. "Julian... I'm so sorry... it... dear lord that must have hurt." He whispered glancing at the tail - much longer than his own, and remembering the pain that the short nub had brought him that night.

Ambrose squeezed his shoulder very gently and nodded. "I'd be happy to help." He kept his voice quiet.

He got up, grabbed one of the cups and filled it with water, hearing his raspy voice, and then turned on the light, wandering back over to Julian and holding the cup to him with both hands.

"Here... drink this. I was parched after it happened to me." He sat down beside him.

"And I can go to the cafeteria and get you some food if you're not up to it yourself.

Ambrose's expression was soft, sympathetic as he sat down completely into a seated posiiton by his side.

"No.... there was no one out there but me." He said quetily, steading the cup in his hands. "And.... it's okay, Julian... you don't look that bad at all." He gave an encouraging smile.

"Would you like me to go get any of that food for you from your fridge?"

Ambrose nodded, scooting over to the fridge and getting an array of food for the new feline.

He came back over to his side. "IT... well... it doesn't look bad on you." He said with a wincing smile. "Some fur, a tail... claws.. eyes?" He squeezed his shoulder again. "You... well... it looks feline. See? That's not so bad. You were worried I remember that it might be a bad animal." He swallowed, ignoring the obvious comment about cats and dogs and neighbors and all that.

"And I can smell you too.. I... haven't mentioned it to many people. I know it's creepy."