Who: Mystique, open to Sabretooth and Feral Where: Marauders base When: A week after Sabretooth had caught Feral.
It was a week since Sabretooth had brought Feral to the Marauders base. It was about three days since he’d paid any attention to her and her torn and battered body actually had been given time to heal itself. Why had he left her alone? Easy, because Mystique had got away from the Brotherhood and came calling, well not so much came calling as turned up to have a bit of fun of the more furry and brutal kind. Victor of course had not informed her of Feral, and it was not until she actually arrived to check in with Sinister, that she even heard of the girl’s existence. It didn’t sit well with Mystique, as whilst she didn’t think for one moment that Creed was capable of being faithful, she hadn’t thought the furry bastard would ever find himself a real cat girl either.
The fact he came to her beck and call however, did seem more than amusing and the blue-skinned shape shifter wanted to get a good look at what this anomaly looked like. It give her some kind of idea of just what a cat based female should look like, rather than the forms she imagined and therefore created for Victor to have his fun with.
Mystique found it even more amusing when she found the room the girl was being kept it, and saw it was more like a cell, with a metal door that was chained. Sighing, she got on tippy toe and peered through the cage like window at the top, the girl wasn’t so very different than the kind of females she’d actually been shifting into, so Mystique wondered just why Victor had kept this one, rather than merely having broken her neck or of course chewed her head off when he was done with her. She didn’t grasp it was due to the fact that Feral would actually and could actually go into heat, something that no matter how well Mystique could change her form would never be able to do. For all her abilities, Mystique could never and would never be able to change her own unique scent, or make herself seem as if she were entering upon an animal like cycle.
Mystique’s bright yellow eyes glowed a little as she watched the furry female licking at herself, and she soon pulled away. Not so much revolted, but still lost to why the girl was still alive, something she’d probably never understand and something of which if she ever asked Sabretooth about, she’d never get a reply that made any sense. It was not as if the huge fur ball was capable of any kind of emotional bond, at least as far as Mystique’s thoughts were concerned, however he must have, as he’d kept the fact he was Wolverine’s father a secret, from one and all, and even if he didn’t act like a loving father he had made sure he’d been a part of his firstborn’s life continually.