[b]FERALISS / TYRIAN[/b]

Alissa shapeshifted back into herself and threw her hand out to shake Hank's. She shook it vigorously and giggled. "Hi, Hank, I'm Ali- I'm Feraliss. I've never seen so many animal-people in one day! There's you, and there's Tyrian, and there was that blue guy that disappeared in some nasty-smelling smoke a while ago. He had a weird accent..." 

Tyrian gently took her hand from Hank's and smiled for the first time. "You're a funny girl, Feraliss." He turned to Hank and extended his own hand. "My name is Tyrian," he said in his deep, growling voice. "I... I can't do what she just did, and I assume you can't either." 

As Tyrian shook Hank's hand, he felt the strangest sensation, and the sudden overwhelming urge to lay his hands on the man's torso. He couldn't stop himself, and he grabbed Hank's ribs. Power surged through him. He couldn't stop it, couldn't redirect it, couldn't control it. White light flashed between his palms and Hank's wounds, then Tyrian collapsed to the ground, panting heavily. 

"TYRIAN! HANK!" Alissa screamed, grabbing a furry paw-hand from each one. "Are you guys okay? What happened?" 

Tyrian could only shake his head in confusion. He didn't know what had just overcome him, and he was terrified to look at Hank and see what he had done to disfigure the only other mutant that truly understood what he felt like. He hated himself, and he hated the man that had done this to him.