Feral Thoughts [Vixen]

[CHANGELING]

The beast looked powerful, heck, no doubt it was. It's muscles rippled with each small movement, green fur bristling with fury. It's sides heaved, but lost stamina didn't seem to effect the savage attacks The creature performed. Massive claws clicked at the ground, curved like talons as they sprouted from massive paws. Feral eyes were narrowed, scanning the streets, observing the terrified citizens that fled at the sight of him, screaming. A great mane wrapped around the lion's thick neck, bouncing with each movement. The police were on their way, sent to put the rampaging creature down for good, but Beast Boy wasn't having any of that.

Strings of saliva fell from massive jaws as he burst into a sprint, leaping into the air as soon as the first cruiser screeched around the corner. His paws hit the windshield with a resounding crash, cracks spreading along the glass upon impact, a roar splitting the air as claws sunk into metal and the creature heaved himself onto the hood to leap off the other side, hitting the concrete with stinging paws behind the vehicle and sprinting away, narrowly avoiding the next as it swung around toward him.

A barricade formed, guns pointed toward him, hands tensed as they prepared to pull the trigger and open fire upon the beast that was supposed to be protecting them. Suddenly, the lion was no more, long fur shrinking to stubbly hairs, short muzzle becoming long, a horn rising up from flesh as Beast Boy doubled in size. Now it wasn't a fierce lion that stood before them, but a powerful, thick pelted rhino that charged for the cops. A few shots rang out, but none hit. The others didn't have time to process what had just happened, at least not until one of their cars rose from the ground to slam upside down against the road.

The rhino was no more as soon as it was free of the barricade, shrinking into a spotted feline as it rose in speed, legs moving in a blur as the cheetah forced itself into a full out seventy mile per hour sprint. It didn't last long, however, and a few of the police cruisers were catching up. Fine, they wanted to fight? Beast Boy would give them a fight. His fur melted into thick skin as he rose into the air, massive teeth dropping from monstrous jaws, a lithe tail slamming into a nearby building to shatter the windows and crack the concrete.

In front of the city's protectors was a prehistoric nightmare, a Tyrannosaurus Rex, towering above them with a mighty roar. The long tail crushed one of their vehicles, lashing sideways to slam into a few of the cops and send them flying with agonized yells. The green dinosaur leaned down with a snarl, picking up one of the cars to crush it in powerful jaws, letting it fall toward the terrified officers with crazed eyes. For a moment, a thought crossed Beast Boy's mind, one of the first he could actually understand. Something was terribly wrong, but what?

[Vixen]

It had been a week or so since her last outbreak. Ever since Mari McCabe had resumed her normal life not reaching out into the Red to conjure her abilities. She was scared, no terrified of what she had become. Even with the totem in her grasp, well within her reach she had lost control. She wasn’t near capable of killing the Green Lantern, Guy, but she knew that she had hurt him. Her years of experience and confidence in her abilities and totem right out the window; just like the animals she stopped that day – she was capable of becoming a savage beast.

Fortunately, in light of the celliobyte race her objectives were pretty narrowed since she refused to fight for the parts. Especially if she was to fight with friends. That left her the task of answering the everyday end of the world that she also left forever everyone else to answer. She hadn’t been up to heroics in the past few days, wasn’t up to embracing the Red or doing anything much that was related to her powers.

Mari had experienced this before, a jump in her powers. Except last time the only damage she was doing was taking other superhero powers. But even that slight spike gave the league enough cause to temporarily excise her from the team. Of course until she could get things straightened out. Last time it was Anasi messing around with the Red, but he was well out of the picture now – so that left a lot of questions open.

Last week was also the last time that she had gone primal, or any other animal as a matter of fact. She’d kept up with news and clippings to see if perhaps a similar event had occurred elsewhere, but everywhere she looked turned up blank. Her event, her situation was an isolated, singular event that happened. It made Mari wonder if perhaps it was just a fluke if maybe her natural instincts were being affected by the animals in the vicinity. It could always be that, but the experience alone made her fear her own powers. She didn’t want to hurt anyone and if she could hurt her friends she could hurt innocent people as well.

Mari assumed since there had been no incident perhaps her usage of the totem or something in between was a trigger. As such she resumed her normal activities, such as the supermodel occupation she pursued. At the very least, she was still some sort of super.

Baldoni’s new Fall line was supposed to take the Fashion Industry by storm. Mari McCabe was lucky enough to be chosen to be one of the models to show case his work. He went for a mixture of your typical autumn colors while creating retro pieces mixed with vintage. It was interesting, but Mari didn’t like it. Something about it just didn’t speak out to her. But she wasn’t the critique, she was the model.

It was a private event in a large convention center all dressed up for the fashion show. The catwalk was as always long and daunting with cameras along the entire strip and the judging eyes of the potential buyers staring off placidly. Mari was now onto the third piece, donning a skin tight two tone blocked dress with knee high boots and a maroon shawl. She stood, poised and ready to walk down when she was called, when suddenly a tremendous roar shook the entire convention center.

Music froze and everyone began to produce hushed murmurs as the sound of shifting bodies and seats reached Mari’s ears. Against the director’s request to stay put, she immediately walked forward past the curtain and onto the cat walk to see what the commotion was. The ground trembled and for the first time, since the music was now off she could hear the outcry of sirens and civilians screaming as they ran away from –

A giant green tyrannosaurus rex?

Her eyes narrowed as she tried to look into the distance, but amongst the flashing lights inside the center and the smoke outside she couldn’t see anything. She had to confirm what she saw was true, was this real? Another tremendous roar and Mari knew that this was as real as real could get.

Without even hesitating she leaped into action, running down the stage. She saw that there was no room for her to land so as she leapt into the air, she focused her energy and reached out to the read.

… Wings like the Eagle…

She felt the new appendages attach to her own arms, but nothing was really there. As she jumped off the stage, she flapped her arms and caught enough wind drift to rise over the crowd. Her eyes looked around and she saw an open window and immediately she dived for it. Now outside of the fashion show, Mari began to fly toward the rampaging prehistoric creature. There was something familiar about the green coat but in the moment she couldn’t put her finger on it.

As she flew closer a mere tiny speck compared to the gigantic beast she flew overhead, and thought out an attack plan.

…Acid from the creechie bug…

She felt a rumbling in her mouth as her salivary glands adjusted and began producing an acidic substance. Taking aim, Vixen began to spit at the dinosaur, flying around him and throwing globs of acidic spit at his arms, body, legs, neck and back. With his rough hide it would probably only act as a mild irritant, but that was good enough, Vixen needed his attention. As the beast turned she flew overhead, flapping her wings to get enough height just above his skull.

…strength of the blue whale…

Her body shifted once again and she felt it gain new pounds of weight. She relinquished her hold on the eagle’s wings and straight her body, heels forward and down as she let her body free fall with every intention to land with the weight of over 150 tons on top of this prehistoric nightmare.

[CHANGELING]

The massive, nine ton reptile had caught sight of a soaring pesk as he crushed a cruiser beneath a massive, clawed foot, but it had been the acid that had gotten his attention. It didn't really cause much pain, more of an itch, but it was still annoying. Beast Boy's head rose to snap at the flying woman, large tail smashing into a nearby building to send the bricks crumbling beneath the massive weight of the muscle packed limb. His small arms stretched out, crawling at the air with annoyance as his bite missed and another roar shook the city.

More police arrived, as well as SWAT teams that emerged from large vehicles with guns that were far more effective then the simple pistols the cops carried. When they opened fire, Beast Boy writhed, his tail lashing out toward the dangerous new threats to crush two of the vehicles and send several armed men flying. Helicopters flew over head, annoying as bees as they swarmed him. Some had effective guns, others were just here for the coverage of a living dinosaur. Another roar, this one a mixture of rage and annoyance as his tail and stomping feet created more destrction.

Then it hit, the very top of his skull, a crushing weight that would have killed him if instinct hadn't taken over. Shrinking in side, skin morphing to feathers, the falcon dived desperatly to avoid the deadly attacker, swooping out from beneath her with a screech. The police were to suprised to continue shooting at the sudden dissapearance of the massive creature, not to mention Vixen was likely caught in the crossfire. The bird's wings stretched high as the green avian rose into the air with immense speed, circling above vixen just before dropping into a blurring dive.

Right before hitting the ground, he shifted once more, this time into a green striped tiger with the intent of slamming into Vixen's back and shredding it beneath large, sharp claws. A memory stirred within him, as if he knew this woman, but once more rabid thoughts pushed away the knowledge, spurring him onward in his path of chaos.

[Vixen]

Her eyes focused on the skull of the magnificent tyrannosaurus as she came down. Her blow would be crushing, but perhaps not enough to kill him, if she landed it right. After all, there was no intent to kill here but merely subdue the creature. If she took a moment to step back, Vixen might have been surprised by the prehistoric creature in San Francisco. There was no time for that however, the screams of people and the crunching sound of cars and building alike heightened her responsibility. She needed to rid of the problem before anyone was fatally injured.

She felt her body collide with the rough skin of the beast, but then suddenly the surface was no longer there. There was nothing solid left under her shoulder, and Mari looked down to see the dinosaur had transformed into a falcon. She was falling down, she could feel the rush of wind and stale air encapsulate her body as she did so.

… Flight of the falcon …

Everything changed in a heartbeat as she spread out her arms and let the wind catch her. Using its currents Vixen gracefully soared through the air and but suddenly the sound of gun fire reached her ears and she realized she or it was being fired at and she had been caught in the cross fire. Thinking quickly, she curled up mid air, making her body as small as she possibly could.

… Defense of the abalone …

She felt a stray bullet collide with her body, but it did not break her skin. Instead it ricocheted off, bounding in another direction and other bullets followed suit. Protected from the oncoming fire, she focused her gaze on Beast Boy and gathered enough speed to catch up to the elusive green creature. He circled above her, and she watched him the green feathers bristling as his prey eye looked down on her. That’s when it hit her, she knew exactly who this was.

“Beast boy!” She cried out, but it went unheard as he shifted once more into a green striped Siberian tiger. He was diving at her claws out stretched and prepared to maul her features. She braced herself crossing her arms over one another as she felt the heavy weight of Beast Boy befall upon her. Her abalone shell protected her from any scratches that Beast Boy laid upon, but she did feel the weight of his body bring her down and soon the pair came crashing atop a police car.

With her heightened defense she was no winded, so she acted almost instinctively grabbing at Beast Boy’s furry and broad neck with her own claws.

… Constriction of the Anaconda...

Her muscles rippled and Vixen found a new found strength that enabled her to fully grip the beasts neck and she attempted to choke him. Her teeth grit and she bared her canines as she felt her body become overwhelmed by something. She did not see it, but her eyes were turning black, the sclera disappearing as she was becoming consumed by the Red’s corruption. If Beast Boy hadn’t escaped yet, she tightened her grip, close to crushing his muscle and suddenly, as if something woke up within her, she relinquished her grip. Eyes opened wide in shock and fear as she tried to comprehend what had just happened. Had she just tried to kill Beast Boy? She looked at her hands as if scared of them, completely forgetting that she was leaving herself completely wide open for Beasty Boy to kill her.

[CHANGELING]

The striped tiger slammed into Vixen with terrible force, his claws stretching toward her skin to find he couldn't break it, his supreme weight driving them together toward the ground as arms locked around his broad neck, dragging him down with her no matter if he changed or not. They slammed into the car with a crash, glass shattering, metal crinkling beneath the heavy weight that struck it with powerful momentum.

Her grip tightened, forcing a growl from his throat as he was crushed in her grip. His claws kneaded at her chest, desperate to get her to let go as pain rushed through his limbs as his breath grew short and ragged. Suddenly, the tiger was no more, replaced by a gasping and dazed boy of green skin, hair, and eyes. His mind struggled to comprehend what was happening, why they were surrounded by police that held weapons at the ready, pointing toward the grappling pair, mainly at him. His eyes eyes darted around with distress as the grip on his body suddenly loosened and he scrambled back, realizing he was on the top of a crushed police cruiser. His head was pounding, what was wrong with him? Had he done all this?

Suddenly, as if taking advantage of his disorientation, a hand clamped around him arm and dragged him off the cruiser. He hit the concrete with a grunt as several shadows passed over him, a knee planted firmly in his back, as if that would stop him should he change again. He could feel the handcuffs around his wrists, another thing that wouldn't stop him if his former feral self took over again. He could feel it already, creeping into his mind to cloud his thoughts and memories. Beast Boy struggled against it, but he could already tell his efforts were futile. He was about to change again, he knew, and anyone around him was likely to get severly hurt.

[Vixen]

Mari had almost turned yet again. No she had completely turned into the primal beast that the totem was supposed to protect her against. Whatever was happening now however was beyond the Totem’s control as well as beyond her own comprehension. She looked at her hands and then up at Beast Boy who had transformed in the middle of her attempted death choke on him. His beady black eyes were no more and she could see his sclera slowly returned as they looked at each in other in slight confusion.

Then without warning, Garfield was tossed off of Mari and she watched as the officers began to handle him. Sparring now mercy as she tossed him to the ground and butted him with their pistols willing to take him down with every force necessary. She was still dazed from her rabid transformation and so was slow to react as she reached out to Garfield attempting to take hold of his hands as they flailed out, but failing. She shook her head as she slowly pushed off the cruiser, she could feel that the animals she had borrowed her powers from were now released from her body.

She rolled off the car as if exhaustion had suddenly taken over her body. Again she shook that off.

”No… let him go-“

[/i] [/color][/b][/font] So frail and weak was her sputter as she reached out and tried to grab onto an officer. He was about a foot away.

“I said let him go!” There, she found it, and she immediately pushed off the ground and pulled an officer off Garfield. They didn’t know what they were dealing with, and at this rate they wouldn’t help the situation. She saw the sporadic movements in his body, the disappearing sclera in his eyes as darkness began to take over. “Move! MOVE!” Mari yelled, pushing officers out of the way as she tried to make room for Beast Boy and more importantly get closer to him.

The crowd dispersed around him, and Mari cautiously approached his body, holding her hands up to show that she meant no harm. She approached him as if he were some animal, as you would with any animal. Absent of fear and with full confidence in her being; she did not want to startle or make Beast Boy think that he was in any danger.

“Beast Boy, I know… I know this isn’t you. There is something terrible wrong with the Red. I know there is, it has taken over me too. But Beast Boy, you have to fight it. You can’t let it take over you.”

She cooed softly, speaking in a very calming voice as she continued to step forward, trying her best to rid of any negative emotions in her own aura. Animals were very good at sensing that.
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[CHANGELING]

Changeling could hear faint sounds; screams and shouts of panic, fear and anger but they sounded so far away. He also felt an unfamiliar weight pressed down on top of and below him, but like the distant sounds it felt so far away. Like was he wasn’t even in his own body while it was happening, That was odd, he couldn’t hear, see or feel what was going on before but now he could see, feel and hear what he was doing and what was going on around him. It was like he was watching everything through his own eyes but was unable to stop it. Which was what was really happening and it scared him. He was man enough to admit it. He couldn’t turn his eyes away from the outside world, winching as he saw Vixen over him, her hands wrapped around his throat, trying to strangle him. Her eyes looked strange, like she was in a rage, just like he was. Like she had no control over her actions, like he did. Gar witnessed himself change into his hybrid form, the feral him, Weregar. Gar watched as he shifted into his feral self thus stopping Vixen from strangling the life out of him. However as he watched something pulled him away from the confines of his mind and he suddenly found himself flung back into the world where he was no longer a spectator and he had control over his body. He could see Vixen, she was still over him but she was sitting back staring at her hands, one of his clawed fingers twitched and as they made eye contact he looked at her in slight confusion. He didn’t understand what was going on but just as he opened his mouth to speak and he managed to form one single letter. “M---”, he had attempted to say her civilian name, Mari but was unable to, as he found himself flung back into the confines of his mind once again. Forced to be an unwilling spectator but now everything was muted and he could not longer witness his own actions, just like before this small bout of control that came over him precious moments before. Now he was be back to being blind, deafened and numbed in sight, sound and touch.

Weregar growled, snarled and snapped his fangs at the offending men that tried to stop him; the cuffs had long since broken off his wrists as he changed from green-skinned human, member of the famed Titans to hybrid monster. Weregar howled in rage, clawed hands flailing and lashing out in a vain attempt to get the humans to release him, but they didn’t, they just kept hitting him with their pistols and kept their weight on his form. There was too many of them and their combined weight usually wouldn’t be enough to stop him, but for it was and they were and it wall because his human side fighting to regain control, it left the feral hybrid weakened. He heard the woman speak to and shout at the officers but he paid her no mind, at least not until she managed to get the officers to release him by manhandling one and shoving him away before the other foolish officers did the same. They released him but one of them wasn’t quick enough and Weregar just picked him up by the back of his collared shirt and tossed him over his shoulder toward the other officers. Their guns were the only problem now. He let out an earsplitting roar, his black-grey claws glinting dangerously in the light of the sun as he swung his arms and snapped his fanged teeth at the gathered police officers that surrounded him, yet gave him a wide berth at the same time. He tensed his muscles ready to leap over the police blockade and run but he didn’t, his human side was gaining more ground in their battle for dominance, for control over the body. Weregar dropped down to all fours, slamming his clawed hands into the asphalt easily splitting apart the road, his hunches raised and teeth barred, the feral side of Changeling was ready to tear someone limb from limb should they get too close.

Weregar pulled his lips back into a snarl and the fur along his neck and back was fluffing up like an angry cat as the dark skinned woman walked toward him; her posture of no harm and how she spoke… it wasn’t to him, but the weakling human side of him. The weaker side. Her words should have made him angry but they were having an odd effect on him. Those words had a calming effect on him, which was unusual. He shook his head and growled at her. He wanted her to shut up as her words were making the weaker side stronger and he didn’t like that. At all. The muscles underneath his fur rippled with power as he debated on what to do with the annoying woman. He snapped at her once when he saw just how close she was to him. His black eyes narrowed on her form, daring her to take another step closer.