Gar/ Open to Multiples
The flickering of lights should've been a warning. He should've known that but he was wrapped in the feeling of having Will in his arms for that moment, a stupid dopey grin on his face after they had shared their new years eve kiss.
And then it all went to hell in a handbasket. Within what felt like moments, Gar was stripped away from Will and transported from one room to another darker, dimmer room. His eyes adjusted quickly as he was able to isolate a partial shift to give him nightvision and for that split moment, the sensation of him being grabbed was immediate and then he was pitched across the room. "What the fuck?" He hollered, disgruntled and beside himself.
He did not have the band on his arm to stop the shredding of the fabric of his outfit as he shifted into a large green tiger trying to deter whatever was coming at him. A large snarl emitted from the beast.