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Its a small masion, really with two largewings and four floors. Grand and mafnificent tiger statues and other were animals decorate the outside.

"Looks rather comfy. I like the wood decor." Jon pretty much made a B-line for the nearest bed, and gracelessly flopped down on the mattress. His shoulder felt better, and he couldn't feel any pain on his chest. Jon wondered how adding a Were's template over an augmented soldier's body would affect it.
"Hey, Cat. I claim this bed as mine. I shall become one with the bed, and we shall enlighten ourselves to the beauty of sleep." Jon sat up at the end of that line though. "Oops. Need to get the bloody clothes off." Jon stood at the edge of the bed, and unwrapped the shirt remains from his shoulders and back. He had no need for the sling that Cat fashioned for him, and so he discarded that too. His khaki slacks had soaked up a lot of blood too. Jon slipped off his shoes and unbelted his slacks. He turned away from Cat and pulled his slacks down, stepping out of them. Jon was left with his boxers and he sat back down on the bed. Finally he peeled his socks off and placed them on his shoes.

Jon's shoulder had stopped bleeding, as did his chest.

"So I guess there's no reason not to call you a sexy beast, then."

Jon had the tone of a Spartan...not so much the bulk, but he did sport a body lean. His silver salt and pepper hair had a iridescent aspect to it, since it seemed to change dept from each angle. Jon flopped back down on the mattress, and turn his head looking back to Cat. He couldn't really take his eyes off her, though he tried not to stare too long. "I appreciate the compliment. Older guys like me need all the self esteem they can get." Jon laugh softly, not wanting to put much exertion into it.

Jon let his gaze work its way toward the window. He smiled at Cat when she said she liked the older guys, but his attention now was on the full moon that was so nicely framed in the window. He sighed and looked straight back to th ceiling. His eyes flickered and he felt tired. Jon's mind was quiet, yet he suddenly could hear himself think quite clearly.
You know, you can do a lot more as a tiger than a human, Jon. You will be stronger.
...Yeah. But I've come a long way without needing it.

You know that you could've, should've done more. There were many lives you could saved from the war.

I did what I could, and many chose to sacrifice themselves.

You should've let one of your comrades bite you 7 years ago.

...I'm not the only in my happy place at the moment...am I?

Yes , and no. I am a part of your instinct that the human being has suppressed for the last millenia or so.

But...I didn't think that I'd be consciously talking to you.

Normally that doesn't happen. But when you add the powers of heaeven and hell, rules seem to get tossed by the wayside. ...What? Were you expecting me to be snarling, talking in pathetically broken syntax? Please...We're smarter than that, Jon.

Okay, you pegged me on that one. So, What is the difference between us?

Not much. The human institution of its military is rather basic enough to put many in touch with their instinct. There is a pecking order. There is leading, and there is following. You lead well during your time.

You're only saying that because its what I'd like to hear, and what I might've said.

Okay then, you're a sleazy furfag who never could get a date with a regular human. How's that?

...You know I'd hit you if it wouldn't look so freaking retarded...

Oh, I know. Now here's the deal. You're reason should appreciate deals. I will speak when necessary. You will listen and do as I say each time. If you don't, I will do it for you. Resist, and I will only become more convincing the next time.
But the bright side is, if you listen to me enough, you wont need me. We will be one and the same. Instinct can draw its lessons from reason, just as reason can expand instinct.

You talk a lot for being my "beast"...

Well, I am you. You try conentrating when your workspace is crowded with stuff. Sheesh.

Jon didn't think that last remark was very beastly at all, but suddenly he didn't care. His eyes focused in again and he was back on the bed in the guest room with Cat, who seem to be staring at him like he had a fish coming out of his nose or something.

"...well, it talked to me. What does it mean then?"

oh yeah... have fun with the first transformation. you're lucky to have painkillers

Jon suddenly took in a breath of her fur. It impressed immediately upon his memory. This was Cat. This...was his. Jon's grey eyes flashed and he nuzzled Cat back with his own cheek. He lifted his arm and petted the other side of Cat's face, then planted a small kiss on her muzzle.

Jon felt a spasm rock his entire body, rippiling outward from the center of his body. He cringed and gasped, "Oohhhh... That was weird." Jon turned to the side and then rolled onto his front. "If i could- Oooaaahh -get some space, Cat." Jon's body now visibly was shifting. His muscles and bones reshaping themselves to proper size and proportion, simultaneous with the thickening and darkening of his body hair. It did not happen quickly, or evenly, or even smoothly. It coursed through him in time to his quickening pulse. His heart beat rampantly, and the adrenaline response kicked in his painkilling hormones. Jon could seem to catch his breath, the air being forced in and out of his lungs every time his body lurched. Each time it spasmed, it went further toward an animalitstic shape, then would return in the path of its former human one. But everytime it changed from human, the less it went back.
Jon was dizzy, and he could forget about actually seeing, his eyes were changing along with his other sensory parts. Jon did as much as he could do grib the sides of the mattress and hold on.

Soon it became rythmic, and even so far as to be graceful, yet still pulsed. It was as if Jon's body was rushing itself, and forgetting to get proper balance of degree and speed. With each passing second, Jon's change became smoother, and Jon was tired.

Jon finally lay on the bed, boxers and his last bit of modesty torn, and now sported a thick full coat of black, with grey stripes. Jon's head lay to the side and his beard showed even in this form, with heavy eyebrows to match. His body was lithe and olympian. Jon looked up to Cat and sacrasticly remarked, "See? that wasn't so ba-" before passing out.