Adonis
Metamorphic Powers
ANTHROPOMORPHISM african hunting dog
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Post by Adonis on Feb 6, 2011 16:29:33 GMT
The scents were intoxicating. This world, all of it, was so fresh, so new...So many different smells flitting through the air, dancing around him, towards him. Intermingling and playing together, all around him. It was amazing. So different to the life Before, to inside the enclosure. In there, it smelt slightly of humans, of the Two-legs, yes, but more of the other animals, and more of the pack. It was the pack's scent he immerged himself in Before, and their scents which rolled with his. But now, the sun was high in the sky, and Adonis wasn't able to return to the warmth and safety of his pack, to the others. The humans would watch and grab him again, and take him away from them, and it was hard enough breaking in each night to risk doing that in the day. So he kept away from the Home smell while the humans were there, while the sun burnt high in the sky.
The city was his new enclosure. At least, he thought it was a city. The word was repeated amongst the humans he passed, as they talked amongst one another. They talked freely, using too many words, in his mind. He was used to conversing through snaps and growls and then body movements. And yet humans sat around, eating, picking at food with their front paws before lifting it to their mouths, and talking. He was in one of those places now, a place where humans ate and talked. Or sat outside one, at any least.
The fast food resturant (not that he knew it to be that), was somewhere Adonis found himself returning to quite often. It wasn't far from the zoo, so it was on his patch, in his terrotiary, and the scents were welcoming. The smell of prey, of meat, filtered through the air, and that was one he revelled in. He didn't get fed now, after all. Not living with the pack meant that the two-legs who served them didn't bring him to food like they did the others. So during the day he could hunt now, which was freeing - hunt the pigeons and rats which littered the cities streets. They provided meat, even if his teeth were no longer sharp enough to pierce through the skin, and if they kept being tangled up with feathers. But the smell of meat from this place.
His eyes fixed on one family, a mother and two pups, sat at one of the outside tables. The mother was feeding the youngest of the pups, while the other played around with it's food on the table top. He was picking at it, but not eating it, and Adonis was curious as to why. Food was for eating. In fact, food was for eating in an order - leaders first, then mothers, then pups (unless the pups were old enough to not feed from the mother). Humans didn't seem to obey those rules. It was rather curious. The family started making more noise as he watch, the face of the baby pup wrinkling up as a cry pierced through the air. That seemed to prompt the mother's sudden bustling and rising to her feet. They left soon other, one pup being carried, the other trotting at the mother's heels, and Adonis watched them go. Before his gaze went back to the table, where the older pup's food still lay, almost untouched.
The smell was too tempting. Without thinking, he was up, moving towards the table, no longer unsteady on two feet (although four feet was so much faster - humans didn't understand), and then slipped into the seat the pup had just vacated. The scent called to him, and he ripped into the source without thinking, lifting the food to his mouth. Meat in these places, he could eat, and meat burgers were no different. They were easy to chew, as well. Which was rather nice. Perhaps humans weren't so useless, after all, he considered, as he licked his lips, then sank his teeth into the burger for another bite. The pack could benefit from food like this.
OUTFIT; shirt&jeans
NOTES; Nada xP
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Post by Paul Lloyd Akron on Feb 7, 2011 18:53:01 GMT
Paul walked through the streets of London, reaching gently into the minds of the passer-bys. His discovery of his power had thrown into shock for the first several days after the storm, but soon he had become comfortable with his new found ability. And now, he was more than comfortable. He was enthralled, invigorated, intoxicated by his power. And it felt so natural, and so easy. Just reaching into their minds, and having a little look around.
Oh sure, if they knew about what he was doing, people would complain and moan, saying that it was "right", or "legal", or "moral". But Paul had no use for such words. He knew, deep within himself, that he was above such words. Because he was no longer just a human. He was greater than they. Although he felt a slight glimmer of doubt at his thoughts, he ignored them, and reached into the mind of a middle-aged man who was walking busily past him.
'Need to get back to work. Need to call my wife. Need to call Jim and ask about his files.' The man was like an ant, busy doing inconsequential, meaningless tasks. Paul went deeper, looking for any spark of meaning, any hint of true "humanity". But he couldn't find any. The man was worthless; without any thoughts of things more important than his next meal, or his sad little job as an accountant.
This little foray into the minds of others reassured Paul. A smug little smile crossed his face. Humanity is full of fools., but I am beyond them...forever.
There was, however, the issue of other...misfits, who had also been affected by the storm. They were around, hiding in the shadows. Paul knew this, for he had seen into the minds of some of them. Why?
Know your enemy, know your friends, know yourself.
But as yet, there were no organizations or groups of these people, as far as he knew. But soon they'd be grouping, looking for others like themselves. And then Paul would appear, and speak to them. And he knew what he would say to them:
"Brothers and sisters; we are no longer what we once were. We are greater now; stronger, braver, faster, and more powerful than any human was. For we are no longer humans. We are the next step, evolution's children. We are the true gods. And we have the power to shape the world as we wish it."
But this speech would have to wait, for Paul suddenly felt the presence of a type of mind that he never experienced before. It felt...animalistic, but yet vaguely human. Paul withdrew his mind from the other's mind, and felt a wave of nausea as he fully re-inhabited his own body. Whenever he entered another's mind, he always lost some control over his body. Looking around for the animal-man, his dark eyes flickered beneath his hat. Then he spotted the person - sitting at a table at a fast food restaurant, wolfing down a burger. Wolfing was, in fact, the perfect verb to use for the eating process of the man. Paul frowned. I have touched many minds, he thought, but never one like this. How strange.
He opened his mind once again, and entered the man's mind. He searched into his memories quietly, hoping not to disturb the man's consciousness. But the memories were blurred, faint, and... doglike. This "man" had once been... a dog. The storm had changed his shape, but not his mind. How odd.
Paul decided to take a leap of faith. Staying in the dogman's mind, he spoke telepathically: "Hello, stranger."
His mental voice echoed slightly, bouncing around the confines of the dogman's mind. He searched deeper, looking for the name of the... entity. Adonis.
"Hello, Adonis. I am a friend."
Now he waited, to see the dogman's reaction. If the storm has changed dogs into men, what other, stranger things has it done? Turned men into giants? I have seen pyrokinesis, weather control, and ordinary "super powers", as they were once called. But transformations such as this? How strange...
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Adonis
Metamorphic Powers
ANTHROPOMORPHISM african hunting dog
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Post by Adonis on Feb 7, 2011 19:11:16 GMT
There were rules, to this life. To the life Before, more than the life Now, it was true, but still, there were rules. Basic rules, which no amount of humans an enclosures could wipe out of a wild creatures mind. The main one, to be on guard. Then it was to protect, to protect the pack and make threats submit, but initially, it was to be on guard. Adonis was berating himself now for letting that first rule slip out of his sight. He hadn't been on his guard - the warmish (not warm as fresh meat, no, but nice) meat taunting his tastebads and filling his belly, distracting him from the strange world that didn't stop for a second as it past him. Any wild creature could be distracted by the promise of food to fill an empty belly. Perhaps, if he hadn't been distracted, he would have seen the human who the words came from. Or smelt him.
But he'd done neither, so when the words turned up in his mind, not through passage of his ears, he was sure, though he did scratch one just to make sure, he jumped in his seat. If he'd still had fur, his hackles would have raised as he growled. Growling wasn't as effective now, not like Before. He didn't have the teeth anymore...unless he was angry, he reminded himself. Fear at the unknown right now, from the voice with no source, was translating rather quickly into anger in his animalistic mind. He hunched, over the table, cupping the burger remains to him protectively, his eyes flicking from side to side.
But then paused. "Friend?" Perhaps an wild dog was rather like a domestic dog, in some ways, because that word seemed to mean something. His pack were his friends, although, the word wasn't used in his language. But he'd been translating his language into the language the apes spoke, and that was the nearest he could get. The apes said the word as well - he'd heard it. And his name, he'd heard his name? The Keepers knew his name. Was this voice that of a Keeper.
He cocked his head sharply to the side, narrowing his blue eyes and staring into the distance, his nose scenting the air around him. He wasn't a stupid creature. Adonis had had to be clever in order to become the leader, and what he said had been right for so long. He simply needed to change that into a human way of being clever now. Of course, he was spending a while thinking about it, but he wasn't that fast. Although, when one idea filtered through to him from the back of his mind, he latched onto his, lips curling into another snarl. The words were spoken, ripped out from his chest, merging in with the echoing remnants of the snarl. "Friend's don't hide."
OUTFIT; shirt&jeans
NOTES; short, sorry xP
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