<div class="floatleft">(http://img205.imageshack.us/img205/1928/greerk.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/77/Tigrasidepanel2.jpg)</div><br/><br/><hr/><br/><strong>Name/Alias:</strong>Greer Grant / Tigra<br/><strong>Origin:</strong>Magically Altered Human<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Avengers Tower<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Anyone, Jack<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Greer could hardly contain herself as the team was disassembled for suiting purposes. She didn't really have to go anywhere to suit up. Luckily for her she had a little button to press and the magics within would transform her into the cat woman known as Tigra. Internally she growled to get out. She wanted out more than a fat kid wanted cake. Greer was too wrapped up in staring at Johnny Storm now to actually see the red haired guy come back in. However Tigra could feel it, sense, smell it and then in turn Greer did. Her head turned from the blonde superhero toward the red haired werewolf. She took in a slow deep breath and before she could act, her fingers had found themselves at the small pendant that rested at chest level beneath the hoodie she wore.<br/><br/>It didn't take but moments for the transformation to take place. It wasn't slow and agonizing at most shifters would be. Greer's was magic, and thus virtually harmless. She closed her eyes as she felt the swirling warmth around her. The dark haired female could hear the chanting of the cat people in her head as she almost felt her body lift from the floor. Her hair flowed around her as it slowly shifted hues into a bright red with a hint of an orange tint. Her smooth creamy flesh was now covered in a thin layer of fur, silky and smooth like that of a tiger. It was shaded much like the same, in orange and black, and a tail had extended from her backside just at the base of her spine. The animated appendage swung back and forth almost in agitation at the smell of a canine in the room. The hair on the back of her neck stood on end and she sniffed some before growling a little.<br/><br/>Tigra had encountered dogs and their kin before but nothing like this one. He was special it seemed and it looked as though she was affecting him as well. She looked around as she padded across the room. Her feet bare and now a bit larger than her normal sized feet with claws extending from each toe. Her hands had longer nails that extended as well but remained basically the same size. She wore a black bikini with what appeared to be white animal teeth that rimmed each side of the briefs. There wasn't much else to her outfit but it didn't appear she needed much else, just what was required for modesty's sake. She pressed her full red lips together and gave an almost sardonic smile toward the wolf then diverted her attentions to the voice in her head. A mission, yes, a battle. She was ready, playtime would have to wait.