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Hannibal (i_consume) wrote in we_coexist,
@ 2011-07-29 22:25:00

Entry tags:

bad moon, hannibal lecter, jake

Cats! (Jake)
After Amy Pond left the hospital room that Hannibal had met her in, he took himself into his office to study the bites she'd left on his skin. They weren't deep. Enough to bleed. There was a little bit of pain, but it wasn't bad. He'd felt worse.

Quickly, he took bacterial samples and mounted them on slides. He picked up a scalpel and removed the edges of one of the punctures to study. He did everything he could think of, scientifically, medically, to have the ability to look at these things in comparison to what he might become. To see if he could see the changes before they happened. He would need somebody else to take samples later. Henry, more than likely. Hannibal would be unable to work any apparatus as an animal.

He expected to become a wolf, as Amy had been. He expected it to all happen fairly quickly, as the time between her bite and her transformation wasn't very long. The latter held true. The former, well.

As the night approached, Hannibal began to feel the symptoms that Amy had experienced. He felt the burning, the itching. It amazed him, but his sense of smell increased more. He could smell spots on his office carpet where Simon had stood, though it had been some time. He could smell River on his jacket. He couldn't have imagined being more gifted in that particular area, but he was now. His body hurt as he felt the bones change. Hannibal rode the tide of metamorphosis with the same eerie quiet that he always had. Not even his pulse rate changed.

But when it was all over, and Hannibal found himself looking at the world from a different angle, he was surprised what he discovered in the mirror he'd set down for this purpose. Instead of a great wolf, he was staring back at a cat. A jaguar. Black and sleek, though he could still see his spots. A cat, coming from a canine? It really made no sense. But he couldn't say that he was unhappy with it.

Hannibal easily found his way out of the hospital and into the City proper. He was going to find Lestat, this was something that the vampire needed to see.

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i_meow
2011-08-09 02:34 am UTC (link)

"Oh. I see. That makes sense. I come from a long line of Doric Fours, you see. Of course, we have such large litters, that the numbering system begins to get very complicated. So we had to begin attaching first names and numbers as well. There are technicians whose sole occupation is to determine new naming systems for future kittens. The last I heard, they were good on names for the next fifty years. That may have changed since, though."

Jake enjoyed this conversation. He enjoyed explaining his peoples' history and culture. The humans hardly ever asked him about where he came from. About what it was like. But Hannibal was different. Hannibal was interested.

Then again, Hannibal was a feline relative. It made sense.

When Hannibal showed interest in the bug, Jake showed interest in the bug. And when the large cat could not grab it in his mouth, Jake instantly pounced upon it. He didn't catch it. Not entirely. But he did clip a wing with one of his paws.

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i_consume
2011-08-10 11:15 pm UTC (link)

"Astounding." Hannibal murmured in the cat language. He was still very interested, but now slightly distracted by the bug. For some reason, his normal ability to run more than one thought process at once was being superseded by the insect before him. That, and the fact that he not only wanted to help Jake, but also beat Jake to the punch. "To think of having an entire team just for naming, it's a wonder that your kind aren't more often seen."

He heard the rip in the wing. It excited him. His tail puffed in a playful, curious way, and he didn't notice it. His eyes were wide and his ears pushed forward.

His big paw came down on the thing and then he lifted it to look, and it skittered away. It was entirely more fun to play with the creature than to kill it outright. To watch it stagger around and try to escape.

"Get it! Get it!" He urged Jake, as the bug moved toward the other cat's tail.

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i_meow
2011-08-13 12:46 am UTC (link)

"Oh, we're around. We've colonized hundreds of planets over dozens of galaxies. But we don't interact with the other species very often. They usually find us to be something of an annoyance, and definitely a conundrum. Most species look upon smaller creatures as less intelligent. Not true. We are a very advanced civilization. You have to be, when you have so many mouths to feed. Space travel was inevitable. So you've probably seen us. You just didn't know who we were."

Jake turned around quickly when the bug bounced over his tail. he stood up on his hind legs and swatted his front paws around in the air. True, he could have caught the insect easily through the use of his collar. But there was no fun in that. Even technologically advanced species enjoyed their more animal natures.

The bug jumped onto Hannibal's nose and Jake made a pounce for it again, pawing at him.

"Hold still! I think I've got it!"

He lifted up his paw.

The bug was gone.

"Or not."

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i_consume
2011-08-17 02:00 am UTC (link)

The bug passed between them, Hannibal kept his eyes on it. He had Jake's paw on his nose for a moment, then it was gone, and so was the bug. He sneezed slightly, the hairs from Jake had tickled his newly extra sensitive sniffer.

Then he spotted it again. It was moving behind the smaller cat.

Hannibal paused a moment, thinking. What would happen to this cat if he were bitten by a wereanimal? Would he become human, then? Another beast? Hannibal decided that he was going to find out, though it would mean a little bit of trickery and underhandedness on his part.

He let the bug get close to Jake's tail and then lunged forward, unannounced. He took up the smaller cat's tail and bit, enough to break skin and dropped it immediately. He bounced backward, his tail low and his ears flat, but not back.

"I apologize so much, Jake. I thought I had the bug. Please, forgive my actions. I got caught up in the chase."

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i_meow
2011-08-24 02:22 am UTC (link)

The yowling hiss that Hannibal elicited from Jake was ear piercing. A combination of pain and genuine shock and surprise. Jake jumped nearly four feet straight up into the air after Hannibal broke the skin on his tail. Once back on the ground, paws on concrete, Jake put some distance between himself and the jaguar, eyeing him suspiciously between nursing licks to his poor tail.

It wasn't a bad bite. It would heal. Not quickly, but it would heal with little to no damage to his favorite extremity. (He had no balance without it!) It was more of the shock that hurt him in the end.

"It's alright. It was an accident. It--"

He paused for a moment. His whiskers twitched and his shoulders hunched a bit. He felt ... wrong. He couldn't place what exactly the sensation was, but it was tingling. Burning, almost. Like his blood was suddenly on fire beneath his skin. The collar on his neck flickered like a bad light fixture.

He licked at his wounded tail again. But he was beginning to feel dizzy.

Then he coughed up a hairball.

Which, admittedly, made him feel a little bit better, but not entirely.

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i_consume
2011-08-25 11:54 pm UTC (link)

Hannibal watched Jake carefully, wonderingly. If this was the change, then it was happening far faster to the little cat than it had to himself. He sort of felt a little badly about that. He had meant to give the other feline some time to emotionally recover from being bitten before he had to deal with becoming something new.

He did wonder what a cat would become.

Hannibal sat and watched.

"Are you not feeling alright, Jake?" He asked, though he knew the answer already. Still, it was polite to inquire. Especially of a new found friend one had bitten on purpose and made it to seem an accident.

"If an animal could look green, I do believe that your color would be that right about now. Is it nausea from the pain? Breathe deeply, if so."

The scientist in him wished to examine the hairball, though the cat in him was incredibly offended by the idea. To get so close to somebody else's intimacy like that. My, he was a prude as a feline.

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i_meow
2011-08-26 02:07 am UTC (link)

"I can't. There's something ... not ..."

Perhaps it was because he was already an animal that the change happened more quickly? Or maybe it had something to do with the fact that he was smaller, and the transmittance had a shorter distance to travel. Whichever the reason, Jake felt that something seriously wrong was happening.

He felt his bones stretching. He could almost hear them lengthening along with his musculature. His fur became thicker and more coarse. Almost prickly in comparison to how a modern day feline relative would feel. His maxillary canines grew in size and length, until they were almost tusk-like in his mouth. When his neck reached a certain width, his collar popped off and fell to the ground.

When the transformation was complete, Jake was far from the innocuous household feline. Anything but. He was nothing short of prehistoric. And feeling the bloodthirsty instincts of such.

He opened his jaws in a loud growl. A growl that almost frightened himself.

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i_consume
2011-09-02 01:52 am UTC (link)

Hannibal watched the transformation calmly. He supposed his own had gone something like this, though he'd shrunk and Jake was growing.

Jake also wasn't venturing far away from his feline form. Just a much older version of it. A rather extinct version.

"Unexpected." Hannibal said in a low tone. He was not worried about Jake attacking him. As with the wolf, it was either going to happen or it wasn't. Hannibal was going to do not one thing to encourage or dissuade it.

But he did look at that collar. That was an important thing to this particular cat, and Hannibal was sure he wouldn't want it getting into the wrong hands.

He'd take care of it if this big new Jake decided to run off.

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i_meow
2011-09-10 02:11 pm UTC (link)

It wasn't as physically painful as he felt it ought to have been. Instead, any pain he felt he was experiencing seemed to be more of mental confusion and sudden anguish as his body took on an appearance unfamiliar to him. (The sounds of bones crunching and stretching were just toppings to already baked cake.) And when it was all over, Jake felt himself torn behind the logical consciousness that was himself and the prehistoric desires of his new formation.

He did want to run off, but he didn't. Not immediately. Instead, he found himself battling this intruding prehistoric mindset. He wanted to (needed to) think this through clearly. But he knew his thoughts were jumbled. Both in anger and in fear.

His jaws opened into another menacing growl.

It was then that he noticed his collar again.

I need that, his good sense told him. But he knew it would no longer fit around his neck.

He slipped his front paw into it before his more bestial nature took control and he forgot about it. Once he had that collar on, he felt a little bit more relieved of the fear and confusion that came with suddenly being a far distant relative of his species. But still he didn't feel like he was where he ought to be.

He needed to go someplace to think.

He snarled at Hannibal for a moment, almost accepting his sabretooth desires to attack the other (much smaller) feline. But he didn't. Instead, he ran off towards the park.

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