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 Posted: Sun Apr 30, 2006 11:40 pm
Jamal yeeped at the snap of elastic and scowled at her retreating hind end, though he soon enough cocked his head and decided he'd just stare at it instead of giving it dirty looks. Hehe. Free a** view!
He knew better than to take her sudden disinterest seriously. They'd played this game more times than he cared to count.
The tails were not going to escape his grasp, however. Oh no. He was too interested in them now. They had begged for his attention earlier and now they had it. He scooted forward a bit and tried to capture one of them in his hands.
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Posted: Sun Apr 30, 2006 11:47 pm
Said appendages seemed to be keen on avoiding capture now that Jamal was quite interested in them. Shaking the pack again, Antony realized that there lacked anymore cigarettes in them, so she stood up and tossed the pack back onto the end table.
Damn, there went her ploy.
Time to think quick.
Eyes falling on the blue screen of the TV, she made her way over to it to turn it off, letting the furry 'cat toys' continue to tease Mr. Kitty behind them. They definately knew what they were doing.
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Posted: Sun Apr 30, 2006 11:55 pm
Jamal adopted a "where ya goin?" expression in inquiry as she got up, then narrowed his eyes into a keen, pointed stare as she sauntered around, waggling her tails about to tease him while she messed with the TV. Dammit.
He didn't get up though. Oh no. This was another one of the woman's games.
But...tails... Jamal almost facepalmed when he realized how silly he was being. WTF. He blinked furiously and sunk back on the couch again.
They were nice tails though....
The tiger was irritated that Jamal was letting 'prey' strut around without trying to go after it in some manner but he squashed that back to. First he was playing with squirrel tails like he was a ******** tabby cat and now the tiger was all up for some sort of demented hunt...though he could go with the latter as it usually led up to fun things at the end. Chasing tails though?
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Posted: Mon May 01, 2006 12:06 am
Antony finally turned around, letting herself stroll back towards him, taking her dear old time. Eventually, she found herself standing in front of where he was sitting, eyebrow cocked upwards in a challenging way.
Part of her was tired of playing these games...
The squirrel namely.
But the rest of her felt entirely back to normal, even if she knew deep down that she didn't look that way physically anymore. "Playing cat and mouse are we?" She murmured low in her throat, tilting her head to the side in an inquisitive manner.
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Posted: Mon May 01, 2006 12:14 am
Jamal peered at her as she came back, looking less calm and collected than earlier, but still not entirely giving in either. He liked playing games even if the thing he shared a body with disagreed at the time.
"If that's what you wanna call it," he said silkily, still sitting back on the couch but now he had his arms crossed in what might have been considered a haughty manner. "Though I think this cat knows what da mouse is up ta."
A deliciously devious grin spread over his lips but he didn't move yet.
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Posted: Mon May 01, 2006 12:25 am
"Oh really?" She replied, casually sitting down on the coffee table across from him instead of sitting on his lap, which would have been the expected move. "What is she up to then?"
Leaning back on her hands, she looked not at all bothered by the situation that was brewing between them. For once, she wanted him to actually work for it, to persue her without her having to guide him into it. A hand lifted to scratch an itch along her 'happy trail,' but it simply returned to its previous position, a 'come and get it if you want it' gaze flickering through her albino eyes.
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Posted: Mon May 01, 2006 12:44 am
He didn't answer her question directly. Instead he grinned ferally and scooted to the edge of the couch, looming in front of her so there was maybe a hand-span of open air between them. The tip of a clawed index finger moved to press lightly under her chin, tilting her chin upwards a touch as he gave her an appraising stare with his ice-hued eyes.
"Da cat thinks dat the mouse only plays a game if she's got da intention of winnin', even if it might not end how she wants it," he murred. "So she teases da cat 'til he can't take it no mo' 'n' gives in, which is what da mouse wants in da first place."
He regarded her solemnly, pulling the claw beneath her chin forward lightly so it was at the tip of her chin, his head tilting to the side.
"So the cat plays his own game 'n' gets the mouse in the end...as long as da cat wins too, he shouldn't complain, should he?"
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Posted: Mon May 01, 2006 12:53 am
She shivered as the claw pressed against her skin, unable to quite ignore his presence as well as the heat of his breath as he spoke so close to her. The corners of her mouth quirked upwards for a moment as he rattled off the usual 'game,' one that they apparently both knew so well.
When he tugged his claw forward, she moved with it almost obediently. Then again, when one has a sharp object pressed against one's neck, one tends to be easily persuaded. Nevermind the fact that she knew he wasn't going to hurt her with said claw.
"What kind of game does the cat want to play?" She asked hoarsely, her voice and slight movements the only real give away that he was having an affect on her. Though she could pratically smell the phermones in the air, and something told her that he could probably catch all of the tell tale scents as well.
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Posted: Mon May 01, 2006 1:21 am
"The cat's already playin' his game," he said with a slow, sensuous grin. "'N' I know da mouse ain't stupid. She knows 'zactly what game da cat's playin'. Dat's why she ain't runnin', isn't it?"
He chuckled and pulled the claw lodged under her chin away, his other hand reaching out to wrap around a wrist. He tugged her off the table and more or less into his lap, immediately dropping his head down into the crook of her neck and inhaling the scent radiating off her skin. His brain was assaulted with an interesting amount of information, some of which he had neglected to ever sense before because it wasn't strenghtened when she was only at 25%.
Jamal wrapped his arms about her middle, the tips of his claws tickling just above the base of her uppermost tail as he exhaled warm breath against her neck. Soon enough he lifted his head away from the slope of her neck and met her lips with his own.
She got what she wanted and he'd get what he wanted. A perfect game of cat and mouse.
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Posted: Mon May 01, 2006 11:41 am
--Later in the Night-- Sabin Duvert With the recent sedatives that have been introduced to Jamal's system, things had almost been feeling fuzzy... not quite real, not quite there. Emotions were harder to summon, reactions might have been slightly delayed, and even touches not quite as full of life. While the dosages had been being diminished recently, as the world slowly started coming back into focus, it didn't leave you prepared for this. As with your earlier change, and many of the other islanders' that night your metablism goes into overdrive in reaction to the subtle injection. Your dreams are turbulent and the instincts, the Tiger that had made its home in your soul with the last injection seems to get another boost of strength, claiming a bit more of you as its territory. It begins with that strange, leaching burning feeling that it began with last time... but this time it spreads, racing all over your skin as you watch yourself pale... whiten... EVERYWHERE, leaving behind only cuts of stripes of your former skin color. However, as you are given only a few moments to ponder your new, cracker-white skin, the itching starts. Down your back and over your shoulders and even the backs of your arms and your ears - that are changing shape - rounding out and growing longer as it happens - itch as short, thin, white or black fur clambors its way out of your pores. As you scratch, your fingers and toes hurt, primarily at the ends. As your hands furiously race to try to appease the itching, you see some movement in the claws - as you extend or curl your fingers, the claws poke in and out - not yet completely retractable, but to a lesser degree. It's then that the more... traumatic changes begin. The hair reaches the base of your spine, where it seems to ignite a fire as your tailbone seems to get the message to run for it. Slowly, a longish, sensitive and sparsely-furred tail extends out of the base of your spine - new and strange. However, as that happens, your feet also ache as they stretch, pads forming on the balls of your feet, toes, and your palms - like thickening pink callouses - but that is the least of your concern as your teeth ache as if you had cavities for weeks. Your canines, already long lengthen more as the flesh crawls over your face - becoming more flexible, and your nose protrudes ever so slightly - but more than enough to give you a pounding headache as your sinuses grind out. Finally, the changes slow and then stop, leaving you more of a tiger, and less of a man. 
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Posted: Mon May 01, 2006 11:53 am
Jamal had fallen into an easy sleep that so normally followed his sexual escapades, yet something was different. His dreams, which had been nondescript, fuzzy, and bland since his time in the labs were now vivid, flashing, and full of violence. He murred in his sleep several times and rolled over, face squinching as a particularly brutal scene played out, involving more of the faceless beings he'd seen the last time he transformed. There was so much blood...
He sat up, jolted awake by a queasy feeling in the pit of his stomach, the blood starting to pound in his ears. A light sheen of sweat covered his skin, which had started to feel...strange. Like a mix of crawling and burning.
Jamal glanced over at Antony before sliding as quietly as he could off the bed and padded toward the bathroom, his stomach rolling more forcefully. He was certain he was going to be sick as he hovered over the sink, drawing cool water to splash on his face, then catch a glance at himself in the mirror.
He looked up in time to watch the color literally be sucked out of his facial skin, the pain suddenly flaring in intensity so he gave a loud "Aw HELL Naw!" in shock and agony, leaning heavily forward on the sink as he stared in disbelief.
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Posted: Mon May 01, 2006 12:03 pm
His shifting didn't do much to wake her, the squirrel woman simply rolling over somewhat so he could leave, intending to fall asleep once he was gone. He could easily move her about when he came back from the bathroom.
Her eyes shot open at his sudden masculine yell, causing her to sit up sharply as her eyes darted about her. She, or rather the squirrel, was tense, ready to flee at any moment. It had been rather uneasy sleeping with the 'enemy,' and certainly didn't like the smell in the air.
Something wasn't quite right.
Antony carefully slid out of bed, pulling on a tank top and her discarded boy shorts before cautiously, and against the squirrel's best interests, stepped towards the bathroom, eyes widening at the sight before her. "Oh ********..." She gasped as he turned to MJ right in front of her.
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Posted: Mon May 01, 2006 12:12 pm
Jamal skin burning intensified as the color started to trickle away in all of his limbs and on his trunk, leaving dramatic slices of dark brown in the beginnings of proper tiger stripes. He ran his hands frantically down his arms as though it would stop the bleaching, the panic in his face starting to be replaced with anger. The barrier to his emotions had been shattered, at least for the moment, and he felt the presense of the tiger stronger than ever.
"No. ******** no," he hissed in disbelief, oblivious to Antony's appearance at the bathroom door, as fur started to sprout along his upper body like a hyperactive weed, making him scratch rabidly at the patches from the itch. A choked snarl escaped as he whirled away from the sink and mirror with the intent to leave the bathroom, and nearly ran into the squirrel woman.
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Posted: Mon May 01, 2006 12:26 pm
She gave a startled bark when he nearly bowled her over, jumping out of his way, but managing to push the squirrel at bay enough so that she didn't run away. Her first thought after seeing him transform the first time was to get out of his way to avoid being sliced and diced. The anger radiated from him, and both she and the animal within her could smell it.
After a moment of thought, Antony darted into the bathroom, opening the medicine cabinet and fishing out the Tylenol before returning to her bedroom. Better have it with her already then have to get up and get it later.
"What can I do?" She finally asked cautiously, keeping space between the two of them while attempting to keep her expression as neutral as possible.
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Posted: Mon May 01, 2006 6:52 pm
Jamal panted as as panic tightened his chest, whirling away from Antony as she jumped back at the same time, eyes tightly clamping shut as the tiny nub of a tail he had suddenly felt like it was on fire. He yelled something...whatever it was came out managed and whined because his jaws were shifting and his canines stretched longer until they seemed to be full-length...or maybe even longer. When he clamped his jaw shut, the tips were just barely noticable between the crease of his lips.
His new tail snaked out and lashed the air, sending spabbing pains up his back because it was so sensitive, the fur racing down his back now to the new appendage. All the while, the bones of his legs and feet were changing too. The pain was growing to be too much.
Antony's inquiry wasn't even heard, his brain fuzzy and screaming from the constant pain. He was on the verge of tears, but his self-pride was furiously fighting the urge and the tiger's furious interjections were only making him more confused. A low growl started to boil in his throat...one that sounded deeper and much more animalistic than it ever had before.
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