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The Island Of Lies

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a part of The Island Of Lies, by Annalysa Jones.

"It's A Dog Eat Dog Land....Right?"

Annalysa Jones holds sovereignty over The Island, giving them the ability to make limited changes.

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The Uncharted Island Where The Three Land.
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The Island

"It's A Dog Eat Dog Land....Right?"

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Matthew Todd [0] A young man with dark, scruffy hair and ragged clothes; anything but intimidating in build.
Brennan Jones [0] "What? Your afraid of a little water?"
Jessica Carter [0] "What i did is a little something i like to call...Population Control."

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All Jessica could remember was the ship making a sickening sound and seconds later water started rapidly gushing through the floor that her a other prisoners were standing on in their cells. As soon as she saw the water she freaked out a little on the inside, she hated water, and she sure as hell did not want to die in it. She looked around her cell frantically and the other prisoners seemed to be doing the same thing, though some of them were just laughing about the whole thing like their possible demise was amusing. As the water levels became higher she started to freak out a little more, once the water had gotten to her ankles a huge side of the ship, the side she was on, fell apart under the pressure of the water, almost automatically filling the rest of the ship, pulling it further down. She went out of the ship, already having had inhaled more water than she should have. Before she made it to the surface, everything went black.

When she woke back up she was on a shore, she looked around and sat up, coughing salt water out of her lunges. "Where the hell am i," she asked herself inside her head. She stood up and turned to the vast ocean in front of her, "oh great." The ship was in sight and neither was any debris in sight, so she figured she must have floated quite a bit away from the site of the ship. She noticed cliffs all around the area, but she figured it might be a hassle to climb them in her restraints. She took a quick look around to see if there was any trace of anyone else, as far as she could tell there wasn't which made her a bit less nervous, because she didn't want to be stuck alone with any of those other prisoners or anyone that could possibly already be on this land.

She looked at her restraints trying to think of how she could get them off, she figured she could eventually break the link between the cuffs somehow, but she couldn't stand the metal collar around her neck that was attached to them, it was driving her insane. She looked around for something to break the link, but at the time being, could not see anything to do so.

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Last night there was a terrible storm here on the island , the tiger was still wet and hungry .He walked slowly through the bushes , listening to every sound in search of pray.In a small opening by the pond and waterfall , a pack of small deer like creatures were sitting unaware of what was lurking in the darkness.His fur sparkled in the bright sun , he moved toward a better position ready to pounce on one of the old looking animal.The thing was hurt at one of its legs and was having a hard time jumping around on the rockier part of the waterfall.

His front paws went into position , running directly in the middle of the herd.He was now already on top of the scared thing , biting on its neck , choking it to death.When it stopped breathing , the tiger started eating its guts , the white turned into bright red.The wind was warm , still humid , the waterfall looked incredible and the water was very clear and blue , yellow and orange fish were swimming around with no care in the world.Soon there was nothing left of the poor animal that fell into the tigers claws , he was now cleaning his face like a cat , purring in a strange loud way.

He got up , went near the water and took a drink while looking at the bright colored spots moving around.Following them from the rocks , his tail moving up and down , he threw himself in the water trying to catch them between his paws like he was a bear.Out of water , the tiger was fooling around , playing with all that caught his attention , you would have never guessed he could be capable of killing a fly.You would say he isn't anything else than an overgrown kitty.

Loosing interest in this place , he returned to the forest going slowly towards the beach were the sea sounded as wild as ever.There was another sound he heard , something really different from what he has ever encountered since he was born on this island.

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Brennan saw as water started to gush through the ship and, honestly, he tried to stay out of it, though he didn't do a very good job in that endeavor. It's not that he didn't like water, on the contrary, he loved water. However, being immersed in the stuff whilst wearing his...Restraints, would be fairly painful, he wasn't sure his tail would like that much. It didn't take long, though for the water to get up to about his ankles. Much higher and his tail would be back, and he sure as hell didn't want that. But around that time, the ship just sort of...Fell apart due to the pressure. He was sucked out of the ship and his instinct was to gasp, he was lucky he could breath water, not so lucky that inhaling it would make his tail grow back faster. Though by some miracle, the restraints didn't seem to be effected by his tail, rather they seemed to mold to the shape of it. Great, He thought, Now I'm never gonna get outta these things.

Despite this he swam around (Well, the best he could.) for a while, amused by the men drowning and dying in some other...Interesting ways. He couldn't help the laugh that escaped his throat as he watched, it was just too funny! After a while, he decided to head for land, sure, he could live underwater, but that didn't mean he wanted to stay in the ocean. Technically, he wasn't allowed in the ocean by law except by accident/emergency. This could be classes as both, but he had to get out of the water before he was in there too long.

When he made it to the shore, he gasped for breath, coughing and choking on the air. He hadn't given his body enough time to make the whole gills/lungs adjustment before completely exiting the water. A stupid decision, on his part. After he had gotten used to breathing air, he looked around, still sitting, mind you. He needed to dry off so he could have his legs back, he felt rather helpless on lang without them.

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He felt water soaking into his shoes and socks. He looked down at them, brow furrowing slightly as if a bee had landed on his shoes or something on that level of annoying. His cellmates were looking around with various degrees of nervousness, some panicking and going into hysterics, and some not even acknowledging the salt water steadily filling their cell. How boring, he thought. Matt had hoped to die a little more excitingly. Shot full of lead by hunters or authorities in pursuit, or torn to shreds by another large carnivore. But drowning? Not even in his top ten. And in his straightjacket, he would have no hope of swimming. He hadn't tried breaking or wriggling out of it yet, and wasn't 100% sure he could. But if he did break out and swim, where would he go? They were in the ocean. So he sat and watched the water rise to his knees, waist, chest, chin.

He remembered closing his eyes and feeling the effort of holding his breath slip away.

And then he opened them on a sandy shore. He blinked through the sting of salt water and the soaked, dark strands of hair in his eyes, and saw gentle waves crashing towards and against him. Only once he moved to sit up did he realize he wasn't breathing, so then he began coughing, mouthfuls of water spraying out from the vent in his muzzle as he coughed. Having successfully sat up and after he finished clearing his lungs, Matt gazed around. He squinted in the sunlight, just then noticing how bright and hot it was. "Ggggh." He made a displeased gurgle, something between a growl and a groan.
His vision clearing, he noticed two other figures on the beach, each a small distance from him. A pale girl with long, dark hair who appeared to be looking around for something, and a young man with vivid blue hair... and a fish tail. The girl smelled like sea water, and the boy, along with that, smelled like a fish. But Matt was not a fan of seafood, and wrinkled his nose at the scent. Figuring these people were other survivors of the ship he had been on, and thus, potentially violent, unstable criminals, he decided to sit where he was and watch them until he was, as was inevitable, noticed.

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Brennan quickly spotted a girl on the beach who...Ran away, almost right after he saw her, too. Odd. It made him wonder if that was a common thing for her. He didn't think he'd cause much trouble for her with his tail and all, he couldn't even stand up yet, but whatever, if she wanted to freak out instead of staying with another person, that was her choice. He closed his eyes for a moment, the sun was far to bright for his taste. Why couldn't every day be pleasantly cloudy?

He sighed as he looked off a little and saw a man in a straight jacked and a...Muzzle? Well, wasn't that something? Though, he suspected the thought could be easily projected to him, really. There wasn't much he could do to get that man's attention, not that he really wanted it, so he settled on not trying to talk to him just yet. It didn't take much longer for him to dry off and be able to stand. Well, it's about time. That's a major handicap, for sure. He thought to himself as he stood and looked around the beach. He would need to asses two things: how easily he could find/build a shelter here and just how violent the other man on the beach was. There was little doubt they would run into each other again sometime while on the island, may as well not get on his bad side. He took a step and stumbled a little, Oh, yes. He thought, I need to get rid of these dammed restraints as well.

(This seems really sucky to me, sorry. I hate being sick, it makes my writing terrible.)

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Matt watched as the girl hoisted herself up off the sand and began running - rather awkwardly with her hands cuffed nearly to her neck. She scurried and soon disappeared into the thick vegetation. He glanced at the apparent merman, who appeared to be sitting and studying them just as Matt was studying the others. Deciding a human girl would both make for better company and a better meal than a seafood boy, the straightjacketed youth wriggled to his feet, but after only a moment lost his balance and fell forward onto his stomach. "MMPH." Sand flung up into his eyes and hair. "Grrr, grrRRRrrr..." He growled like an agitated dog and began rolling around either in an attempt to squirm out of his straightjacket or to get the sand out of his hair and eyes... Though both were clearly unsuccessful.

If he was going to go anywhere, he would have to get out of his restraints. He wriggled and writhed in the sand, exerting all the force he could in his arms to free them. This stretched the fabric and loosened its grip a bit, but still did not free him. Lying on his back panting, he gave a defeated sigh. He was left with two options: seek help from the merman, or use his true form to free himself.
Transforming was exhausting, and he was far from cognitively stable when in his true form. Not to mention the form would burn in sunlight... But he didn't want to roll over to this stranger criminal merman and entrust his restrained, muzzled self to him.
Then he noticed the fish man getting to his.. feet. When did that happen? Matt eyed him warily as the man stepped in his direction, but then stumbled. He, too, had restraints on that crippled his mobility, it would seem. He glanced in the direction the girl had run... and then back to the now legged merman. From what he could tell, the young man didn't appear angry or particularly bent on causing him harm just yet. From his position on his stomach in the sand, Matt watched the blue-haired boy.

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Seeing that the merman was making little progress, Matt took the opportunity to go with Plan A.
He sat up on his knees. He shut his eyes, feeling around in his mind for his innermost instinct. Once he found it he gripped it and pulled forward hard - it fought him, reluctant to face the sun. His brows knit as he felt a feral force stir in him, a vicious thing that craved to run and bite and rip and tear. A sort of fiery shadow rose from his form, thickening into wispy black fur that had yet to solidify. His breath hitched as what had been a steady change came to an abrupt finish, the ghostly fur across his figure enveloping him - and the straightjacket - before erupting into an enormous black canine, slightly larger than a wolf. The muzzle, however, remained on his face, fitting somewhat awkwardly but still entrapping his jaws. His large ears perked, his shadowy tail giving a swish as if to greet freedom. Four bright red eyes opened, but soon squinted in the sun.
Trails of smoke were rising from the beast. Matt was literally smoldering in the sunlight. Shaking the sand from his fur, he took off for the dense woods, moving at such speed sand flew into the air behind him.

The shade of the forest provided some protection, but he still didn't want to be out in daylight in his true form for long. He was happy to be out of the jacket, though. He slowed to a trot before stopping, lifting his head to sniff the air through his muzzle, and then lowering his nose to the damp ground. There were many scents here, and he zeroed in on the strong saltwater smell the girl carried with her. However, there was something else here... Something strongly feline. But he shook himself, struggling to stay focused when instinct had the wheel.
Resuming his run, he came to two caves, and followed the girl's scent to the left. It was pleasantly dark inside - except for a small fire ahead. He leered at it, his four red eyes glowing faintly in the darkness as he trotted closer. He saw the girl then, sitting behind the fire she must have brought to life. She looked displeased with her restraints. But if she had made a fire despite them, she may be capable of more... So Matt collapsed a cautious distance from her and her fire, lying on his side. He panted, weary from his transformation and his running. His back throbbed from the slight burns the sun had managed on him.

Slowly his black fur seemed to melt away into the shadows, and the scruffy-haired young man remained lying on the ground in place of the demonic dog. His default clothes - sneakers, jeans, and a black hoodie - were returned to him, the straightjacket gone. Though the muzzle remained, he was too tired to remove it at the moment. The burns on his back stung terribly, especially with his jacket on, causing him to wince a little. He withheld his whimpers, however, mindful of the stranger a few yards away.

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Jessica had decided to beat the bar holding the cuffs together against the wall to see if it would at least break the link apart. there were two metal ball joints holding the bar to the cuffs, she figured if she hit it just the right way, one of the ball joints would break out. Still sitting she turned and started beating the bar against a part of the cave wall that was more rigid than anything else close to her. The sound of metal hitting the rock rang through her ears and she started to beat at it harder, getting rather annoyed now until she missed a beat and hit her hand instead, the knuckles on her right hand bleeding slightly. She cursed under her breath and in the small window of silence that came after she did so she heard the breathing coming from him and she quickly stood and looked in the direction of the breathing. She figured, rather it was one of the men, or some animal that resided on the island, it had seen her by now because of the fire that was glowing in her area. She couldn't see very far into the darkness, but she noticed a somewhat darker area and she figured it had to be whatever was breathing. She looked at the fire and moved the main part of it to the side and kicked the lit embers in his direction so she could as least somewhat see if it was a person or not. When she did this the embers went right past his face and she glared, "what the hell are you doing in here? leave!" She started beating the bar again rapidly trying to remove a ball joint and she yelled again, "get out!"

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The tiger was hiding under a shrub near the beach , he had seen all that went on and he was amused by the weird looking creatures that have arrived in his home.He guessed that the one that run off was female , since her smell was somehow sweet scented while the others where males, probably not the same species since one of them had a tail , at least for a time , and the other changed its form into a dog like creature.Yet this one was big in comparison with a wild dog , who was weak and would attack in packs , a shiver past him when this monster felt his presence.

Sadly he ran after the first one who had made its escape in the jungle , towards the caves , the thought of a fight with this thing made the tigers blood boil.His tail was now moving impatiently , his head turned after the fish who couldn't move too well.The feline got up , walking slowly on the golden sand , taking his time to reach the man.

Years have passed since any things of this kind has passed this island , it wouldn't as boring here from now on and he wondered what taste will these people have.For now he wasn't going to try to eat them , he had enough food all over the island , it would have been a waste to just mindlessly kill something that was so rare here.But the dog man , that made him really angry for some reason it made him want to just jump at his neck.

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Brennan could walk, abet slowly and with much smaller steps than he was accustomed with the annoying leg restraints on. He would have tried to get them off, but the restraints covering his hands made that impossible. He sighed, this would make things difficult, very difficult. He stood and tried to think of a way he could get the restraints off, though he didn't take his attention off the other man on the beach, not at all. Something about him was...Off, and Brennan wasn't going to find out how violent this man was by having his head bashed open.

He noticed the tiger walking along the beach while it was a ways from him still. He really wasn't scared of it, they had tigers at the aquarium he had worked at, if this tiger had intended to hunt him, he wouldn't have noticed him that much in advance, even though the beast could likely tell he was fairly immobile.

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He heard her stop bashing her restraints against the rocks, and then... a warm, alluring, and familiar scent. It smelled particularly appealing at the moment; considering his trip here, his transformation, and his running, he was getting to be quite hungry. But he was determined not to eat anybody just yet. Dwelling on the scent, he was caught by surprise when a small, gleaming ember bounced just past his nose. He flinched both at the ember and at her sudden yelling. "What the hell are you doing in here!? Leave!"
Having caught his breath, Matt wearily sat up, wincing again at his burns. They didn't worry him too much; he was a fast healer. If he could find some cool, fresh water to soak them in, he would at least be improved by the next day. "... I'm not going to eat you..." He said quietly, voice all the more quiet under his muzzle. He sounded like he could be joking or serious, and the truth was more in the latter. Matt wasn't sure if the girl had seen his true form or not... She didn't seem scared though, just very displeased to find him here. It was fine by him if she had missed it. Knowing what he really was would make keeping her company all the more difficult.

She had resumed beating at her restraints, clearly making little to no progress. "... Having some trouble?" He asked tentatively.

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Jessica looked at him, "i'm not going to eat you", she wasn't really thinking he was going to eat her, but now the thought started to run through her mind, thanks to that comment. She peered at him through the very dim light that the fire was casting on him now, noticed the human muzzle on him, "what if he is some kind of
cannibal?"
She thought to herself. Wouldn't that just make being on this island a land of super funness?

When he had made the comment that was obviously aimed at her trying to break her restraints she stopped and paused for a moment, "obviously." She said looking at them, she had figured it would have been easier to break the bar holding the cuffs together, but then again, they were for prisoners. She sighed to herself, "but why did you follow me?" Her voice had a hint of annoyance in it, she ran from the two men for a reason, and she thought he had obviously followed her, considering how little time it took him to find where she was.

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The tiger was by now right next to the man, who seemed very calm even with this huge feline by his side. He was looking at him with interest, from time to time touching with his paw, like a cat pocking a toy to see if it moves. He was clearing having fun with this new guy, pretty colorful with that blue hair that glittered in the sun because of the salty water.

The tiger didn't even try reading his moves anymore since he was too caught up into his playing and following the man, his tail moving around like that of a dog. As unusual as this behavior was for a tiger, he was still young in comparison with the others on the island and he cared very little about being territorial apart from that he had just eaten so felt no need of getting dangerous. He was fooling in the sand now, looking up at the creature, maybe he did see others similar to him, which had a fish tail. He couldn't remember where, it was probably long ago anyway.

The tiger was now sitting with his huge head on his paws; he had sand on his wet nose, near the guys right arm. He started purring in a scary way but he was just happy for having such fun day. A tiger’s life on an island like this can get pretty boring.

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He noticed her eyeing his muzzle and tugged at it a little almost self-consciously. He saw the unasked question in her eyes... but disregarded her clear suspicion. Peering at her, Matt tilted his head like a questioning puppy might. "I would rather be with you than the seafood man." He answered plainly after a moment. He had little doubt this would in some way offend her, but didn't mind. Matt wasn't the type to plan on getting too attached to people.
He studied her restraints. "... If you remove my muzzle, I can break you out of those cuffs," he offered. He knew it was unlikely she would trust him that much, but thought it was worth a shot. Matt wouldn't be able to break the cuffs with his hands or arms - at least not without tearing her limbs apart - but his teeth could crush them without harming her. He thought it might frighten her to explain all this, so he kept it to himself.

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She watched him as he tugged at his muzzle silently, "and why is that? You two might have fun attempting to kill each other." She said quite bluntly, she was obviously not happy that either of them were even in the same general area as her. She looked at her restraints and thought about his little offer. Could she really trust him to take off her restraints? And how exactly did he plan to do so? She stared at them for what seemed like a long silent moment then she sighed to herself. "Fine, i'll take off your muzzle..." She said a bit low, hoping that she wasn't going to regret doing this, but her restraints were annoying the hell out of her. She stepped over to him silently and took off his muzzle and let it drop to the ground and stepped back, looking at him. Waiting to see if he was actually going to take off her restraints or if she had just screwed herself over before she even got a chance.

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He allowed a faint smile, little more than a twitch at the corner of his lips - not that it could be seen beneath his muzzle, anyhow. He watched her mull over his offer, seeing thoughts churning in her eyes. She was distrustful, but agitated with her restraints. And of course, suspicious of his intentions. She gave a long glare at her cuffs, but there was such distrust in her expression Matt was at first sure she would turn him down. But then she sighed and agreed.
She walked to him, and he stood to meet her, cringing slightly at his burns. She was taller than him by a good couple inches, but this didn't bother him; he was accustomed to his height, and only occasionally longed to be taller. As her hands lifted to remove his muzzle, the smell of her blood wafted across his face. He closed his eyes and inhaled sharply, but resisted doing any more. Instead he distracted himself with her true scent... Past the salt water, she smelled, naturally, feminine, but also faintly like... ashes or smoke, but not unpleasantly. Like the very warmth of a fire. Then he focused on the feel of her hands, brushing past his dark hair. She first had to unbuckle several of the straps, which he could have done himself, but after that a few straps were locked in too awkward a place for him to break by himself. She, however, was able to tear through the tough fabric outside the locks after a little effort.

After it fell off his face she stepped away from him warily. Matt took a moment to stretch his jaw, moving it from side to side and then giving a great yawn - exposing some considerable canines. He returned his gaze to her then, stepping forward and gently grasping her wrists to pull her closer. Rather intimately close. The smell of her blood found him again, and this time he let loose - but on the metal link between her cuffs. His lips suddenly curled back and a small snarl escaped him. The canines he had briefly flaunted in his yawn clamped down on the restraints, and after just a few seconds of jaw pressure, crushed them. Before she hardly had a chance to react, he bit a second time to slice the wire linking the cuffs to the choker.

Now he stepped back, snapping his teeth on air a few times to test that they were alright. "That's the best I can do for now..." He said quietly. "So you'll be sticking with those stylish accessories," he gestured towards the cuffs and choker that remained latched onto her, though the links were broken. "... Unless you wish for me to break those off, too." But that would involve popping whatever remained of her personal space bubble. Not to mention, for the time being, his appetite might be overwhelming if he had to get that close.

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"No, I'll keep them on for now." But she gave a quick leer to the ground like she wasn't being entirely honest.
"Okay." He faintly smiled again. Her eyes were wandering about, studying him but darting back to the ground from time to time, or absently drifting about the darkness. At last, she dared to ask a question. At this a true smile played across his lips, a strange mix of charming and chilling. Weird. She paused before finishing with the word, as if scared to say something more threatening, like inhuman, or monstrous.

Matt, too, watched the fire as the young woman did, pondering his answer. "... I am," he began, stepping around the fire to stand beside her. "... something weird." He studied her for a minute. Her pale skin almost glowed in the firelight. The small trail of blood on her hand had dried now. His stomach audibly growled, and he looked down at it as if discovering an animal had attached itself to him. He wondered what there was to eat here... Boars, probably. Maybe some type of exotic deer? He had smelled something feline earlier, hopefully of edible size. In true form he was about the size of a big cat like a lion or tiger - he could probably take one if he had to, but it wasn't something he would hunt as prey unless it was his only option. Matt was quite fond of poultry, but he doubted there was any bird here big enough to make even a snack for him...

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Jessica looked at him, a smile appeared on his face when she had asked her question, and to be quite honest, the smile almost creeped her out. She looked back at the fire for a moment until he spoke again. She watched him as he stepped around the fire and stood beside her, it made her feel a bit uneasy, for quite a few reasons. One obviously being because she didn't trust him, but also because of her, you could say, attachment issues. When she was too close to someone for too long she became so attached to them that it physically hurt when they would leave for even a few moments. She could not control it either, she could utterly hate the person and this could still happen, this pathetic attachment would take over, driving her insane, and she had no want to become attached to anyone that could possibly be on this island, or anyone who had come off of that ship that she was on.

When he finally answered she looked at him, "well thanks for oh so clearly answering my question," she sighed a bit and looked back at the fire. She looked at him, without facing her head in his direction. She looked at his hair and got the urge to reach up and touch it, her fingers twitched a bit and she couldn't seem to look away from his hair until she turned her head away from him and listened, splits seconds later the sounds of bats flying past them rang through out the cave until they were gone.

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Brennan would admit, this tiger was much bigger than any he had ever seen, but it looked more curious than anything. Though he wished it would stop poking him, that was slightly annoying to him. But he understood, the creature was curious. He remembered the first time he had seen a tiger, himself. Having gotten a good look at the tiger, he found it to be quite beautiful, really.

He walked around the beach for a short while, trying to see if he could find something to at least get his legs free with. After seeing what the other man could turn into, he didn't want to risk going up closer to the caves just yet. As he walked, he noticed the tiger following him, a little like a dog. He had to admit, that was a little strange, but then again, he wasn't really one to talk, but that didn't stop him. He usually wouldn't want this tiger following him around, but he figured he'd let it for now, it would likely leave him alone before long, when it got bored.

He fell back in the sand, it was frustrating, not being able to even walk normally. The tiger started to make a noise that somewhat resembled purring. He turned and looked at it, wondering what it was doing that for. He shrugged, As long as it doesn't try to eat me, I'm not gonna complain. Having something like this around could be a good idea.

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He smiled again at her response before returning his gaze to the fire. He felt her staring at him, but didn't make eye contact, knowing she wouldn't like it. He debated in his mind about going out hunting, however, he was wary of leaving her alone. He didn't know if the fish man had broken out of his restraints yet, or if he was still on the beach, or perhaps even on his way here. Then again, how would he follow them through the forest? Matt doubted the other convict shared his olfaction.

He heard something then, faintly. He tilted his head to listen; it was like his ears were ringing. The girl didn't seem to detect it at first, which made his smile abruptly vanish. Sure enough, by the time she did hear it, the sound was an uproarious screeching that seemed to flood his entire head. He gripped his hands over his ears and dropped to his knees, shutting his eyes and clenching his teeth and whining at the awful noise. He leaned forward, curling up as if trying to melt into the ground to get away.
After a minute the colony of bats had at last passed. Matt tentatively released his ears and rubbed his head, which ached and throbbed terribly, rivaling the sting of his burnt back.

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Matt jumped slightly, her poking him with her foot having taken him by surprise. At first her words were loud and muffled, like the adults in Charlie Brown's world. But they soon cleared. "... drama king. What are you, a dog?" His brow furrowed a little, briefly, but then the sarcasm sunk in. The corner of his lip twitched in an attempted smile, but after the bats he wasn't much in the mood to try very hard.

He then noticed she wasn't staring at him anymore. He followed her eyes towards the entrance of the cave... The sun was beginning to set. At this his smile broadened a bit. He rose from his knees to stand. "... I'm Matt." He didn't bother to ask her name; that was up to her to tell him. "I am going to find some freshwater, and something to eat." Aside from yourself. "Do you wish to stay here?" He inquired - as opposed to coming with him, which wasn't something he would recommend, considering if he chose to hunt his violence would surely frighten her. But that, too, was up to her. It made little difference if she witnessed his hunting... She was bound to figure things out eventually.

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She turned back to looking at him when he got off of his knees and stood. Matt, what a boring name, she thought to herself but then realized Jessica was not the most original name either. She looked at him, not knowing if he wanted her name or not, but considering he had broken her restraints for her, she thought she might as well tell him. "Jessica," she said quite simply. She looked back out at the setting sun and swallowed back a bit, no way in hell she was gonna go out in the dark, even if she was with someone else, especially if she was with someone else. She quickly looked back at him, "yeah, i'm just going to stay here....with the fire." She said this like the fire was actually a person she had to keep company. Besides the fact that it was almost dark, she needed him to leave for a while anyways, to give her a break so the attachment issue would slow itself down a bit.

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The white tiger had followed the man all the way to the cave , he had been here before and sometimes he would enjoy sleeping here since it was pretty cold and refreshing during some of the hot days on the island.He could already smell the girl and the dog , the hair on his back was standing up and looked like he had a hump made out of fur.
He didn't want to enter the place but he was as curious as any feline could be.He gave out a powerful growl , revealing his shiny white fangs.

Passed by the blue haired creature , purring and touching his skin with his tail.He was now slowly entering the cave through the shadows , his paws were moving silently.When he could finally see the two near the fire , he sat down like the king of the place and yawned and growled.The smell that the dog had was driving him crazy for some reason , he would have loved to jump at him but he knew from experience that wouldn't be safe.This was a fellow predator , the smell of blood was all over this thing even if he might have tried to hide it.

He pulled himself a little closer without getting up , purring and meowing in a savage way.The white tiger was now waitting to see what will happen next.

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Jessica heard the slow foot steps of someone, coming closer to the cave. But there was also another sound of foot prints coming along with it, like some kind of...animal. When she heard this her hands started twitching a bit, she thought she was going to be alone while Matt went out but now there was someone else coming to the cave, she was assuming it was the other guy from the ship, considering she didn't think anyone else would be on this island they seemed to be trapped on. She watched as the guy from the shore walked in and her eyes scanned him to check if he was still in his restraints, he was, this made her a little bit calmer until he asked for help getting them off. She watched him and of course, after a short moment, her eyes eyes went right to his hair. She couldn't help but stare at it, she'd never seen someone with that color hair before except in shows and magazines.

After a moment of staring she saw the albino tiger standing in the cave with them. So now there is an animal that can kill me here too? Isn't this just great, she thought to herself as she watched the thing as it let out a growl. Even though the thing was close she really couldn't hear it's foot steps anymore. She watched as it sat down in a manor that almost seemed like it was saying it was better than the three of them.

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Jessica. He nodded. "Okay." He turned to begin the hunt for freshwater and something to eat, but two smells were entering the cave, soon followed by the two figures they belonged to. One was the seafood boy, quite clearly equipped with legs now, though his restraints were still on. Beside him walked a huge, white tiger, reeking of feline.. Likely the same he had smelled on his way here. As they approached, the tiger eyed him the entire time, baring its teeth and giving a long, low growl. The cat appeared very fond of the fish man, not surprisingly, though Matt would think it would have eaten the seafood boy by now. He watched warily as the tiger sat by the fire and gave a great yawn as if to flaunt its fearsome maw. Matt's lips curled back just a little, almost in a twitch, giving just a hint of canines but without arousing suspicion from Jessica and the blue-haired man.

Daring to take his eyes off the tiger for a moment, he glanced at the fish man, then to Jessica, then back to the fish man. He studied the restraints... The chains linking them would be easy for him to break, but the things encasing his hands would be tougher to remove without harming him. Matt decided seafood boy wasn't worth the challenge. "... Well, I'm going out." He said quietly, less than reluctant to have more space between him and the big cat. On some level he didn't like the idea of leaving Jessica with the fish man, but considering she was free of her restraints and he wasn't, Matt figured she could handle herself.

He gave a last subtle glare to the tiger before turning. It wouldn't surprise him if the feline followed to stalk and/or kill him, but he would be prepared. He exited the cave and began walking back into forest, sorting out his priorities as he went. Despite his growing hunger, he first wanted to find freshwater to help his burns. Then he would focus on tracking down something to eat.