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Tweak says, "This is our final December."

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_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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