Date: Thu, 20 Jul 2006 18:09:46 -0700 (PDT)
From: Da Sun <mkrann@yahoo.com>
Subject: Feral 9

B-More City: The Styx

Darkoth sits playing with the essences that was brought to him by his
loyal servant Shadow Weaver. He manipulates the essences with his dark
powers before he opens his mouth and consumes them. The warmth of the
life essences flood through his body intoxicating him and momentarily
weakens him. Yet he is able to instantly pull himself together. He
realizes that both Seven and Shadow Weaver can never know of what weakens
him. They could never know that the psiconic juggernaut with whom they
serve has a weakness they could exploit. He wraps himself in his on dark
powers then he shifts into his astral form. In this form his powers grow
stronger, and it's in this form he shall remain until the time comes when
he can unleash his campaign of terror.

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B-More City

The sun slowly sets on the city of B-More. The shadows begin to grow.
Shadow Weaver has his personal escort drive him into the inner city.
Shadow Weaver plans to make his soul stealing an epedemic of collosal
proportion. His plan is to bring Dr. Spalding's mutant task force into
the streets from the protective borders of Red Island. Shadow Weaver
knows that the streets offer no protection to the young mutants. He knows
that the previous conflicts have no comparison to what he has in store.
He tells his escort to stop at a busy intersection, and gets out to
survey the area he's come to use as a feeding ground. Shadow Weaver walks
slowly away from the Astromobile towards an uninhabited alley way. His
jetblack trenchcoat blends with the shadows on the pavement. He smiles to
himself...the night is here and he can now unleash terror.

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B-More City

Medea walks swiftly through the crowds downtown. She doesn't excuse
herself as she bumps past oncoming traffic instead she stays focused her
own thoughts.

"I must find out about this new threat that Mother is afraid of. I must
destroy this new threat." she thinks to herself. But first she must get
information. She knows that the further she proceeds down this one
particular street the more dangerous the area will become, and that's
where she wants to be. Medea is not afraid of the dark. She has never
been afraid of the dark, but tonight she gets the shivers as if the
night's air has grown claws and is scratching at the fabric of
her clothing. She pulls her coat tighter and lights a cigarette. She is
anxious to find some information and she knows that The Tunnel Club will
hold some information, because every brat in the city hangs out in The
Tunnel at one point. She also knows that nothing ever goes
unnoticed...just unmentioned.

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Red Island: Kyle's Apartment

Feral walks in to the familiar surroundings but discovers that he is not
impressed with the decor. All of the items within the apartment reminds
him of all of 'the Kyle' personality that used to dominate him. 'Kyle'
represented his super ego telling him what's morally correct while
'Feral' represents the id telling him to succumb to his primal urges.
Feral walks in to his bedroom and stretches across his bed right next to
Isis who looks up at him then returns to cleaning herself.

"Oh Isis what predicament have I gotten myself into. I feel like I am
going crazy. It feels like I have two people inside of me. I wish this
process ended soon. I am tired...damn. What a fucked up life." Feral
laments as he stares towards Torin's dorm window. A flood of pain flows
through him. He wants to touch Torin. He wants to be held by Torin once
more. Suddenly he wants to destroy Torin. His thoughts begin to shift
like channels on a television. He let's out a roar that shakes the
foundations of his home. Isis flees the roam in fear. The walls spin and
Kyle screams as his new form emerges. His skin remains soft and suple,
but his nails grow sharper. His hairs extends, his irises slit, his teeth
extends, and his body shifts in size and shape. his waist is small,
his limbs feel looser,  his small physique shifts from a male appearance
to a more feminine form. Afterwards, he faints. Kyle has transformed
completely to Feral. From this day forward...Feral exists.

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Red Island, Torin's Dorm room

Torin stretches after experiencing a hard day of training. His powers are
growing stronger, but he is still extremely tired. After stretching and
showering, he slips on some sweat pants and a t-shirt and decides to go
for a long walk around the campus. Lately, he's been thinking more and
more about Kyle. His dreams are haunted by the images of Kyle's altered
form. Though Kyle retained the appearance of himself, his strength
frightened Torin. His savage nature scared Torin, but he longed to be
close to this wild, untamed Kyle.

Torin walked endlessly, and before he was truly aware he was standing at
Kyle's door.
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B-More City: The Styx

As Darkoth ponders his next move. He feels a wave of psionic energy
unlike any he has felt before. It doesn't flow from a psionicist nor is
it an energy wave of an elemental. The sheer rush of power arouses
Darkoth. Immediately his mind expands and without leaving the confines of
his hideout, he begins to survey Red Island. He delves deeper to locate
the source of the energy, but his powers dampen by the protective
barriers that Dr. Spalding has erected. Darkoth concentrates but his
powers fail him. he realizes that he must rest...and feed on more souls.
He has grown strong, but he isn't complete. He retires and waits
patiently for Shadow Weaver to bring him the essences he needs to
completely reform himself.
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