Applix felt strangely helpless as he stood off to the side between Conner and Myitt. They three formed a semi-circle around Mar, leaving his only opening towards the basement of the bar. His tail began to sway from side to side as he felt his fur twitching and sending static sparks flowing through him as the transformation began for him. At first he hadn't wanted it to happen, and if he really wanted to he could stop it. But his anxiety was too much and morphing into another form had become his vice for easing up. He narrowed his eyes at mar and let the brown fur ripple over the blue. The transition was swift, even if the morph overall took a few minutes. Soon his back legs had disappeared, his andalite tail still making for an unusual brown attachment to his otherwise-bear-like form. His strange nose had pushed outwards to form a wet black thing, two nostrils forming sometime thereafter.
<There is nothing more for you here,> He said to Mar deeply, no longer peaceful and compliant. <There is little you can do but comply with their demands, and I would advise you make a decision quickly before my friend decides to remove your head from its body.> He motioned to Ossanlin, his maw suddenly opening to show rows of teeth as his fur grew to its normal length. His ears were the last thing to form, their round frames pushing up, letting the skin form a thin webbing and get thicker and thicker within the frame until all of the cartilage was formed, skin and fur wrapping over it afterward. For a moment he looked like some crazed half-dead bear with no skin covering his ears, but even more frightening was the sight of him standing up and pressing his head against the ceiling of the bar as he looked down unto Mar with beady and black eyes.
**************************************************
(New Character! And before you say anything, no I did not base this next character off the original Jake from the Animorphs series. The fact that his favorite morph is a Bengal Tiger is mere coincidence)
Mark could see what appeared to be light but he couldn't be sure. At first he hadn't been certain at all what they had done to him, but he was able to see vague outlines in the night so he was hopeful his sight would return. He now stared up at the bright sphere above him, weary of its intent and fearful in his weak state. He had never been a particularly brave person, sure he had risked his life for others on several accounts but that had more to do with the fact that he hated himself more than any courage he might have. He wasn't the type to cut himself up or anything stupid like that, but his self-esteem was low and he always had a way of making things hard on himself.
Suddenly the light went out and he could hear heavy breathing. A dark shadow stood over him, slowly a frame of light outlining the tall form. It didn't look human and he began to feel warm, his legs locking together and tears forming at his eyes. He couldn't say anything because of the collar at his neck, but his mouth was agape, waiting for his voice to return so he could fill the forest with his screams. Perhaps the powerful being above him was laughing at the puddle of urine slowly forming around Mike, the wet spot on his morphing suit obvious even in the dark of night.
The beast stopped laughing and bent down close to the boy, a cushion of air lifting Markie's head but if you would have asked him Mark would have claimed that snakes had suddenly found themselves slithering around his neck like a noose. The beast spoke and Markie heard him. He cried some more but eventually nodded and felt coldness draping over his body, wondering if death was slowly drawing the curtain on him.
He had slept through the night and now awoke with his eyes slowly opening. Light shot into his retinas and it blinded him, only outlines vaguely represented by blurs of green and brown and blue. He could feel the bonds at his arms were loose and he slipped his arms out easily. The youth stood up under his own power and immediately moved a hand to his collar, tapping it lightly to see if it was still there. Unfortunately it was and he shuddered to think that his hands might accidentally activate its sensitive triggers. He took a few steps and then suddenly remembered the shadow in the night.
He had gotten out of those bonds himself, not because of the shadow in the night. He had done nothing and afforded him only fear for the unknown around him. Mike began walking towards the meadow in front of him, oblivious to the structure a few miles beyond. He let a hand crease down between his legs and shuddered when the material there still felt moist.
