Whoever he was, he held her face within his large palms, moving up so he could taste the water beads on her lips. It wouldn't last long, however, as she viciously ripped herself away and without delay and sprouted ears and a frizzed tail. She had her night-vision, her smell, her hearing. She had all acute senses back, and she was damn pissed once using them again.
"There is no way I… I'm… you…" She began as anyone would, put into this scenario, by shouting and showing her disgust at the action. It turned sharply as an unexpected twist became clear in darkness, "…y-you…YOU!"
"Tora…" it was all he could say. He figured she would be so filled with rage, and his reasoning behind the impulsive passion was just that. She would have never let him do it on her own.
"You! Y-you… Sabretooth you killed Kurt! Bastard!" Her body was changing quicker than it had ever done in past events, the orange fur shot out of her arms and legs, her face molding to a feline muzzle more rapidly than you could say 'cat'. Hair still lined her head, and her cloths, though tearing apart, still were holding to her body. She stood on hind legs, but she was only am arm's length away from becoming a true tiger… a feature she had never been before…
"The butcher-"
"If YOU hadn't been damn ignorant big-shot and crash car into pastry shop, starting the whole mess, life would have gone on fine! You altered the future, if not for you, Kurt would still be alive! It your fault he's dead, and I'll make sure you suffer for that!" Her voice was so thick and deep, no longer the sexual smooth tone it was before. Her talons, back as the now night sky, were stretched as far out as limit would let, "I'll kill you, Creed!"
Tora had placed not one iota of joke in her words, the urge to kill him blazed brighter than the want to do the same to Logan. No one fucked with such an innocent creature, not one touched Kurt in a harming way and didn't come back with scratches from a feline beast. He was the only thing she had that was remotely close to family, and she would be damned to the deepest layer of fiery hell before she let anyone slide for the horrid act of his death.
She could no longer support her upper bodily weight, and was forced to stand upon all fours, it was needed if she were to attack quickly and justly as a true, viciously roaring mutant tiger.
Glorious. Tiger were normally large animals alone, but when you mix natural mutant genetics into them, added your other half is human, it makes you a very large, highly intelligent cat. Not one to underestimate.
Her head, not even standing upright, reached to his chest. It would be a dumbfounding sight to see her pull up onto her high legs like a bear and snarl so loud the echo would pass far beyond the reach of the city's edge. The knowledge to speak human tongue was gone, but not the ability to think, and the memories of how and why she got into this state of burning fury.
Creed had his feet locked in ice. He couldn't move. He had never known such an emotion as fright, he had never seen such a creature that he actually accepted as a more powerful being. But there she was, standing, head arched down between shoulders, lips curled back showing massive fangs which could easily tear into his flesh like tissue paper. He could only wonder if she had ever become like this before.
While he stood motionless, Tora did as well. It was only when his left foot took from the ground was and set inches behind him in an attempt to escape, did she arch backwards and leap right into the rainy air, lunging her body and the built-in weapon claws that came with it.
It was pointless to try and scurry off now, in the heartbeat it took to take her body from the Earth, in another beat, she was on him, knocking him clear over with the force of his paws on his collarbones and her nails digging into his neck. Upper and lower jaws separated inches from his face and hot breath masking over his face. Her roar was just as he predicted: it was booming, the echo stilled carried long after it was made.
He would have rather of avoided a conflict with his particular woman, but she has been engulfed in hate to the point where it drove her to a maiming beast, so he had little choices. Jerking his legs beneath her heavily breathing rib-cage, he jolted his boots into her abdomen and, thrusting the tiger from his body, took to his feet quickly, aiming for a way to elude the alley.
Tora skid onto the pavement harshly on her shoulder blade, her body sat limp for a moment. She rolled to the other side and scratched the ground numerous times with talons before she could stand upright again.
He was not to be seen. He fled, fearful, proving his weakness and his true coward nature. This, of course, had no help on calming her, and she charged straight out of the alley way at top speed, mind on other issues then caring if normals screamed at the spectacle of a overly large feline beast busting through the city.
Cars screeched to a halt and smashed into one another, humans scrambled from her way, falling over and onto each other.
Past skyscrapers, taxies, and cafés, past cozy homes, sidewalks, and beautiful yards, past county homes as well as abandoned ones… she followed his sent into a desolate forest far past the reaches of the city. Only the faint glow of it's lights merged together provide as light, as well as the moon.
It was so cold, the ground was layered with a thin film of ice… but, it was only the middle of fall… and ice was the blanket of the forest floor? Not only that, the sent was failing to reach her in this place… so many others blocked her smell… it felt like the land she had escaped to after running from her creation lab… it felt like home.
By now her full body had morphed back to having the capability to stand balanced on two hind legs, but her face still held the resemblance of a tiger. Shreds of clothing hung onto her, mostly around her waist, she picked at them with curiosity, as if she'd never seen such a thing before. The interest in hunting down Creed was evading her mind, her eyes wandering the foresting, nosing sniffing the air heavily, memories filling her mind and pushing everything else aside.
Her knees hit the ground and her head was thrown back to the sky. The more time passed, the more she became calm, the more her beast features crept back into the pit of her body, waiting for another day to be unleashed in a firestorm of anger. Oh, she could feel the weight of sleep pushing on her, so much it made her chest ache. The energy it took to become that creature must have been ultimately massive, she could no longer sit fully up, she couldn't stay in any state where she carried tiger features. Her body fell to the frozen Earth, reverting to human as she passed into sudden sleep from the lack of life. Raven hair was being whipped over her body, winds picking it up, winds from the approaching storm… not of rain… but of snow.
Sunlight, daybreak reached it's many fingers over the land. The ray beams zoomed in and out of tree leaves, waving around the trunks. The land was pure and glittering with snow. The leaves were tucked under packed flurry, the ground, once iced, now softly layered with bunched together flakes.
Tora was one of the things beneath the snow, part of her flesh and hair was showing, the parts where the sun had melted it from her. Her body was nude, so it was no surprise that the cold was her alarm clock., to say. It was a struggle to move, but she would have to, her memory of as well capacity to become at least the smallest part of a tiger and live. She could die, she could drift into hypothermia silently without even the slightest thought.
She was too frozen to notice anything other than a beautiful pale blur twirling around her. No senses were specially sharpened from the lack of energy to become somewhat tiger, let alone her numbness covering the pitiful human senses. The cold had passed over her, she neither felt cold nor hot. She didn't feel weight, she couldn't feel her legs sprouting from her thy, the hair strands wildly dancing in the wind and brushing the snow on her body… she couldn't feel the footsteps of another.
If she were conscious, she'd most likely snap a remark complimenting his persistence, but threatening him to fuck off. It wasn't her choice to make in this case, she was slipping into death. It really didn't matter to her whether it was her time for her soul to leave flesh or not, but to another, her presence was important. It had been since she was thrown into his life, since she ripped her fangs at his neck, since an entity as herself actually struck true fear for his life into the depths of his heart.
Such a creature was worth his time to study, something so much like himself, so much power hiding within a supple body and a strong will. There was obviously something about her he couldn't leave alone, or she would have been left to become a popsicle.
Creed took his tan trench coat off rather slowly. It had no sleeves, and a bit of brown fur strands from his pointing cat-ears, but it would prove to do better than the nothing Tora wore. His hand first took her arm, not thinking on how frozen it was, he jerked it back to his chest, ears of feline flattening back upon golden strands. He would try again, this time, scooping her entire body into the coat and tightly warping it around each curve. The snow was brushed away and her limp form was pushed vigorously to his, masculine arms looped around her shoulders and thy, and his scolding cheek brushed over her forehead-no warmer than ice. He collected her, sitting onto the frigid soils with her. He knew once she was warm and once her blood flowed freely again, she'd give another attempt at ripping his head clean off.
It was pleasant to sit with something he actually cared about… cared in a peaceful way. Not like the negative attention he paid to Logan and the wish to kill him. This… this was more of a desire. The desire to get this warmth within, the craving to seek the answer to why whenever she was near a heaviness in the pit of his stomach would vanish. It was odd… he compared it to a bodily drug… he'd had a sample of it, and needed more each time… it was just so… blissful.
She shifted her arm. Her hand snatched a free wrinkle of cloth and balled her fingers on it. Her weight moved now, upwards, she was pulling herself to warmth, be it fire or Sabretooth, she needed heat and was too dazed to worry where it came from. Ears were back, and so was a tail. This was apparent by it hitting his panted leg as it swayed.
Coming-to, her head slowly rose upwards, her exposed neck flashed the zigzagging stripes making her a tiger. Elegance could only describe her as she moved carefully within the confounds of a tan coat, her neck gawked at closely, smooth, a road-in a sense-leading to perfectly level shoulders and full breast, which would be uncovered if it weren't for his uncharacterized motion of selflessness. If he wasn't so damn sure she'd kill him on the spot once seeing him, he'd have done the very things he once mocked couples for.
"Ughh…" Astoundingly, he was smart enough to realize this was just a simple groan, possibly caused from a headache, but was it ever amours, "Cold…"
It was a stupid move to speak anything at this point. It would have been better to keep his mouth shut and let her gradually come to find Creed holding her than to blurt out words and compel her to question who kept her close, "You almost froze…"
Green eyes darted up along with pinned back ears. Her tail was already fuzzed out to keep warmth, but the fact she wasn't thrilled to see him of all damned people pressing her close, let alone she'd have to accept she possibly saved her from death's boney old fingers, "Oh God, do you quit?!"
"I saved your ass, cat…" This snort was made shortly after she shoved off him and held a grip of her own onto the coat.
"Just be thankful I too tired to become a tiger… I don't think snow like being red…" Wind dove itself into the lengthy wisps of ashen hair, the locks danced wildly on the backside turned to Creed, "…You should have left me for dead, anyway."
"You're welcome…" he retorted through his clenched fangs. It was funny how one simple woman could cause so much emotion to rise from him, a thing no one has ever accomplished before.
No answer was mumbled after that, she simply picked up a foot and mashed it into the snow, repeating the process over and over and trekking off to the curtain of trees. Of course, like a puppy, Creed just dashed right after and slowed upon nearing a walk beside her, "And where are you going?"
"Home, now fuck off…"
"…What's the point of going back to that idiot school when-"
"I not talking about there…" She stopped dead, snapping at him right in his face with flaring lime eyes, "I'm going home to China…"
To be concluded…