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It was a quiet night around the mansion and Regan was not feeling up to hanging around indoors with nothing to do and being surrounded by so many other mutants, so she decided to go for a late night walk in the nearby woods. The crisp winter air felt quite nice against her facial fur and she snuggled her green wool sweater up under her chin with a happy sigh.

Things were going well for once and Regan was starting to accept that life at the mansion was going to be alright, not perfect, but alright. She had made a few friends and had snatched up a job that she was actually good at and that she didn’t need to be around others to do.

The snow crunched softly under her black combat boots as her tail dragged through the snow behind her in almost blissful silence. The faint sounds of the city, ever present in the background were suddenly interrupted by someone shouting.

"Hey Mutie. That's right I know. I heard your brothers partner mention that her partners sister was at the mansion now! You know, my family has been having 'trouble' because of that crap that you freaks started by saying we were being brutal! You wanna see brutal?!"

That didn’t sound very nice of someone to say. The voice was a ways off but Regan’s keen feline hearing picked it up with ease. She listened a little more intently and she picked up the sounds of people running and more shouting. Something was very wrong!

Without a second thought Regan dropped to all fours and started to run to the edge of the trees where the sounds were coming from. Her eyes seeing easily in the dark, she picked up a girl running along the sidewalk with a group of men not too far behind her. This didn’t look good at all.

Regan kept up silently behind the girl as she ran, staying hidden in the trees. She wasn’t about to expose herself to the public eye unless she needed to, but this girl might need her help and she was going to stay within leaping distance of her until things were settled.

The sabre tooth was quite content to be out and in control of Regan’s mind and body. She took in a deep breath of the cool winter air and ran her large rough tongue over her whiskers as she licked her chops. Looking around there were no real signs of other creatures to hunt right now so a run would have to do. She dug her claws into the fresh snow and with a flick of her massive tail she took off like a bat out of hell through the trees.

Regan darted in and out of trees with ease; she was slightly faster than a cheetah in her sabre state. Her tail swayed and twitched with each sharp adjustment she made as she jumped over fallen trees and branches, dodging boulders and animal dens in the snow. She was barely exerting any effort as she sped through the forest burning off her pent up energy.

Suddenly she skidded to a stop and perked her ears forward. She could hear the crunching of snow up ahead; it was slow and possibly strained. There was something in the wood just in front of her.

The sky was starting to get darker as well and her emerald eyes adjusted to the changing light. Scanning the area and following the sound of the crunching snow, the sabre tooth spotted a person walking in the woods. He was shuffling slowly, easy prey she thought.

Slowly Regan stalked in behind the person, her clawed hands barely made a sound as they pressed into the snow, her boots were still on and they caused the snow to crunch more under her feet then she would have liked. Annoyed that she would not be able to sneak up on her prey, the sabre tooth let out a low growl and pressed her ears back onto her vibrant red hair.

Regan smiled softly as she listened to Miles talk about his own darker side to his mutation. Sure it wasn’t the exact same as her own, but there were some similarities. Things that repulsed Regan when she had complete control of her mind were very alluring when the sabre tooth was front and center. Maybe if she told Miles more about her own “monster” it would help him feel better?

“I can understand what you mean by being drawn to things that just seem wrong when you have control. The thought of eating raw meat makes me want to vomit when I have control of my own head, but when the “beast” comes out, it’s like the only thing I can think about is catching some poor creature and having chunks of warm, wet flesh slide down my throat.” Regan shuddered at the thought and stifled a gag in the back of her throat. “It takes me a lot of will power to keep the “beast” in check and if I give it even an inch it will take over and I have one hell of a time getting myself back to where I am now.”

Regan let out a little huff of a sigh and looked back down at her boots, maybe she was saying too much, but Regan knew what it was like to be afraid of one self. Sure she did warn others of how dangerous she could be. It was only fair if people were going to be around her, they had the right to know that she wasn’t always safe to be near. It was difficult to explain herself how her mutation was like having two minds in one head, but it was just something she had always dealt with; to her it was just normal everyday life. Somehow though she knew that Miles had the same sort of issue himself, but just like her, to him it was normal.

Looking up from her boots Regan noticed that Miles was getting a little emotional as he spoke more about what sets off his powers. She placed a clawed hand on his shoulder and gave it a small squeeze, “Strong emotions can set me off too, anger and fear are my triggers.”

Regan let go of Mile’s shoulder once he tried to lighten up the topic and wrapped her arms around her knees with a soft smile on her lips. She felt his pain of having a mutation that had little control or warning when it would strike. “I wish I had a different mutation myself, heck I would be happy if I could have the choice to turn into something that looked more human instead of always being a furball.”

Regan couldn’t help but laugh as Miles made a comment about prowling the girl’s change room if he could be invisible. “Being invisible would be a nice power, but in the wrong hands I suppose any power could be used wrongly.” Regan thought about that for a few moments and chewed on her lower lip with one of her fangs. Looking back over at Miles from the corner of her eyes she smiled and nudged his shoulder with her own, “Maybe we were given our powers because we are the only ones who could wield such dangers with responsibility.”

Regan was having a hard time digesting everything that was going on right now, her own mind felt like a jumbled mess. Mere moments ago she was ready to shred Miles and his poor dogs to pieces, and now there they were just chatting casually. Sometimes sharing your mind with a primitive animal was so unnerving.

Lost in her own thoughts, Regan jumped slightly when Miles started to answer her questions. She smiled softly at him, making sure to keep her fangs covered as much as possible, “I’ve never heard of Sanctuary, but then again I haven’t been out and about the city much. It’s nice to meet you too Miles.”

Regan’s eyes locked onto Miles as he got up and started to make his way towards her. She stopped scratching Tinaker’s chin and wrapped her fur covered arms around her stomach, curling her knees in tighter to her body.

Her soft emerald eyes darted down quickly as Miles crouched down in front of her and started to speak, like a true tiger, she was never really comfortable with eye contact. With a small giggle Regan looked up at Miles for a moment after he had mimicked her hand gesture, “You have no idea what I am capable of Miles, but I appreciate your kind words. I wasn’t always this civilized and I still am not as civilized as I would like to be. That’s why I’m here, but I’m afraid that one of these times I’m not going to be able to keep control of myself and really hurt someone. I am dangerous to be around.”

Regan’s eyes watched Miles’s every movement with suspect as he sat down beside her. It wasn’t that she was trying to be rude or that she felt like he was up to something, she just didn’t trust anyone right now, not even herself.

“They do look a little creepy, I’m not going to lie, but other than the eyes they look normal to me.” Regan giggled softly, “I quite like them though. I would have felt just awful if I would have hurt them or you for that matter Miles. My “cat instincts” are not exactly that of a tiger’s let alone a mild mannered house cat. When I say I’m a snarling beast, I do mean it, I’m not exactly alone up here.” she tapped the side of her head with the tip of her index finger’s claw as she spoke the last sentence.

Keeping her eyes lowered on the dog in front of her, Regan’s ears followed the young man’s footsteps to the nearby couch. She looked up at him from under her eyelids and started to chuckle softly as he backtracked over his words. He was trying to make her feel better and yet stumbling over the right words to say, she knew that her appearance made people uncomfortable, but this boy was trying his best to make it better, that was nice of him.

Regan smiled softly to the smaller dog and shook her head at the boy, “Really it wasn’t that bad, I’m sure I would have done the same thing if I were in your shoes.” she looked up at the young man who was now propping himself on the couch, “It’s not every day that you wake up a snarling beast after all.”

She waited a few moments in silence while she waited for her question to register with the boy on the couch. She kept scratching the dog under the chin and finally got an answer. Regan started to giggle once again as the boy, now known as Miles, had to back pedal over his words yet again.

She nodded to the two dogs and then finally looked up at Miles, her feline eyes ever focused on his face. With a slight laugh Regan replied to his “fraidy cat” comment, “Again, it wasn’t that bad Miles, but it was most likely the smartest thing you could have done.” Her tones were soft and she frowned pulling her eyes down to the floor again, “I could have really hurt you and your dogs if you hadn’t screamed and snapped me out of it when you did,” she sighed softly, “There is much more to me that just,” she waved a clawed hand up and down in front of her body, “This.”

Regan could hear the slight sounds of Miles shuffling on the couch; she could hear the soft breaths that were slightly off normal, and the faint beating of his heart, slightly nervous. She smiled as his questions verified that he was a little nervous as to what to say. “Thank you, but it’s Irish not Scottish.” Regan looked up at Miles once again, “I’m from Ireland. My name is Regan, but people call me Shamrock, you know, because I’m striped green.” She gave a small smile to Tinaker and patted him on the head with another small sigh. “Where are you from Miles? Are you a student here?” she inquired politely.

Regan could tell by Vincente’s body language that he wasn’t too keen about giving up this little hiding place, no matter how much he tried to hide it from her with his handsome smirk. She made a note not to trespass on this spot too often, she knew her scent would linger here and that was never good when dealing with predatory instincts. Vincente was not a predator, but he was part animal, Regan knew exactly how that felt and what it did to her own senses, she wasn’t going to inflict unnecessary discomfort on him. After all he was a gentleman.

Following Vincente back inside Regan remained silent. She kept up with the swift man as he made his way back down the stairs and through the various corridors in the mansion. She noticed that he slowed his pace and started to show her the different areas of the mansion and pointing out familiar faces. Regan nodded and smiled softly, shyly brushing her red tresses out of her face as they fell forward.

As they made their way back down to the foyer Regan giggled at Vincente, he was really trying to sell the mansion to her. He must really want her to stay here she thought, it was a nice feeling. Most people wanted to get away from her as quickly as possible, but not Vincente, he seemed to enjoy her company, and she enjoyed his.

All of a sudden Vincente stopped in the hall and Regan almost walked into him. She looked at him with wide eyes a moment as he sniffed the air, she sniffed it as well and closed her eyes with a happy purr, “Cinnamon buns…” she murmured softly as she opened her eyes to find a smiling Vincente in her view.

Regan followed once again as her large friend lead the way to the kitchen. She nodded as he told her about the food situation. “I’ll make sure I keep an eye out for names.” Regan wasn’t about to step on any toes. “I like to cook, and I sure like to eat, I have a feeling you will find me in the kitchen quite a bit.” She chuckled softly, “Maybe I could cook you dinner sometime?” she hesitated slightly, “You know, as a thank you for the tour?” She quirked a shy grin and looked up at Vincente with innocent emerald eyes.

I can join in if you'd like, if Shammy sees the "innocent" Kaitlyn in danger she would assist her. Up to you all, just let me know how and when you'd like me to pop in. I am home from work for a while so need some time to fill