<br/><div class="floatright">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/b8/5f/58/b85f5855a4e17a6809e0b09daea299f7.jpg) </div><strong>NAME:</strong>Troy McNair<br/><strong>TIME/DATE:</strong>October 28th, 2017 - afternoon<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Corridors<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Libby<br/><strong>MISC INFORMATION:</strong>WTF?!?<br/><br/>He was about to tell his brother all about Libby and how all his emotions and instincts went haywire around her when ... "Troy!" He didn't even have time to register what the word meant when he was sucker-punched in the jaw and his head was sent slamming into the stone wall behind him. Reeling, he reached out to grab onto something for stability but all he found was air - falling off the bench and crumpling onto the floor. Troy scrambled to his feet, his normally blue eyes turning the deep orange of his full lion form as he looked for whoever had attacked him.<em>Who the hell would be stupid enough to challenge me?</em><br/><br/>Down the hallway he saw that short, tight black dress walk away from him and growled. What was she playing at? He had warned her before. He started a heavy walk in her direction which quickly turned into a run. He normally was able to keep a calm check on his other forms but not now - he felt his change like a rip, unlike the normally calculated shift he had so deftly worked to control. His eye teeth elongated, his claws pierced his fingertips painfully, his boots expanded and broke open. His shirt became a tattered rag and his pants bulged against his larger muscular frame. Troy was behind her... fast... and he quickly scooped up her lithe frame in his powerful grip - tossing her over his shoulder. His voice boomed in that same deeper rumble that she would remember from the gardens but it had lost it's peaceful cadence. "We need to talk!"<br/><br/>And with that he stalked back towards his room, not really caring too much about her protests.