ooc- think of it this way, Larry. At least you don't have to rp my characters as well
Liam
Liam collapsed to the ground on his knees, his hybrid form melting to human as he fell. The amount of shape changing had destroyed his clothing, but he is still covered in the black wraps and armour that were able to change shape with him. Liam's blonde bangs hide his expression as he leans forward on his hands, his unusually sharp fingers digging into the earth. The strange teeth-scar ringing his right wrist looks red and angry, in stark contrast to the rest of his pale skin. His body quivered as if he was crying, but no tears fell to the ground.
Abruptly he stilled and stood. The amount of emotion the man had shown in the past moments was more than any of the others had seen him express before. The look on his face was blank and withdrawn, and he almost mechanically strode over to Chisa's side. After stroking her face for a moment, he gathered the wounded tigress into his arms and turned towards the direction of his cabin, not bothering to see if the others followed.
Sabbiel continued to sit on his haunches, looking after the slowly retreating back of the were-tiger. His tail curled in confusion and agitation, and he turned his head to peer at KayLisa. He rose, and once the others were ready to follow, he led them back to the cabin.
Upon reaching the cabin, the group could see Liam boiling some water and preparing dressings for Chisa's wounds. His movements were less mechanical, but he still had his withdrawn expression on his face. All the cats were noticably avoiding him, but a few tentatively touched noses with and sniffed Chisa. Larry and Vincent could be seen with confused and questioning expressions on their faces, but it is obvious that they would get no answers out of Liam. The only reaction he had made was when he accidentally brushed against Vincent's newly made arrows. He flinched, but continued to tend to Chisa's wounds.
ooc-keep in mind that neither Vincent nor Larry know of Liam's transforming abilities (besides guesses). All they know is that he came back roughened up and only in armour, with a badly hurt tiger in his arms. Although they can probably sense that something bad happened, since the withdrawn aristocrat is more withdrawn than usual. [img]smile.gif[/img] *dances around, throwing angst over either shoulder* ^^;
[ 08-07-2004, 12:02 PM: Message edited by: Skydracgrrl ]