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Post by Will Fleet on May 13, 2010 22:40:41 GMT
Will remained unmoving, knowing if he thrashed it would make him just like a caught gazelle struggling fiercely for any remaining grasp of life. He exhaled deeply, his hot breath no doubt tickling the back of the dog's throat. He grimaced, but the pain, much to his surprise, eased slightly and he had experienced worse. His shoulders relaxed and he kept an unwavering, penetrating blue gaze on Jo, as if silently challenging her, although to do what exactly was unclear. His tail flicked and he grumbled low in his chest, his ear perked at the thundering of footsteps coming up the hall. He snorted as the jaws finally relented, his claws sliding on the floor as she pulled him closer, more aware he turned his head sharply and the wild dog's tooth missed his ear, slipping through the triangular slit which had been made two years earlier by the same set of jaws. His earring hit against Jo's teeth with a sharp 'clack' and he recoiled, his flat tongue licking the blood which slipped over his muzzle from the wounds. He drew back sharply now that he had slipped from her hold and exhaled deeply, as if sighing. Shaking his head the cheetah brushed his nose with a paw. He obviously had some patience as he lowered his head and picked up the last chunk of meat, and seconds before the guards and several scientists entered the room, he tossed the meat through the bars and retreated, turning to growl at the wielded weapons. As expected, the guns went from the contained snarling animal, to the the immediate threat of the one out the cage.
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Post by Moose on May 14, 2010 1:31:15 GMT
The raven-dragon screeched in fury as Twilight dove and trailed her. The span of oily black wings worked to keep out of the other’s taloned reach pulling Michael’s body closer in to avoid the boy being snatched away. The quick and hard maneuvers forced Tori’s claws to grip further than the male’s shirt and hook him by the skin on his back like heat hooks. She didn’t blink in sympathy, Twilight had forced her to do so, probably making the trip more painful than it had to be. Tori looked on in curiosity as Twilight had seemingly given up with out much of a battle as she veered away, flying low above the tree tops. For a moment, she let her body relax and resumed gliding towards the lab. It was only seconds after before she felt the onset of heat as well and looked above her. For the first time in a long time, she felt it. Fear. Her icy heart dribbled at the sight of the flaming gryphon. She didn’t let the fear dwell inside her for long, quickly manipulating that feeling to anger and aggression. Still, it was too late the speeding creature zinged her hind quarters, sending her tail lined with spines thrashing towards Connor’s face if she was lucky. Her grip on Michael had loosened, the talons sliding out from his skin. Her bloody and singed wound was not motivating her to making it to the lab with having to aerial predators close behind. Still, Tori felt she had to make Connor and Twilight pay for their interruption and spiraled up and released Michael, testing Twilight’s ability on the spot. The raven-dragon then continued back to the lab, hopefully leaving Connor and Twilight behind to assist Michael.
All the while the elk was bolting to keep up to the alpha’s shadow, not wanting to loose Michael’s trail. The buck’s attention was caught when a bull began sprinting along side him, slowly passing Skyler since he had just joined the chase. It was odd, Michael sure had a fan club to rescue him. He snorted as the horned bull passed him, and pumped harder to catch up wanting to prove to be the better friend. Now instead of his gaze on his path he was watching bull with curiosity and competition. The elk slammed into a tree head on. Unfortunately for Skyler, his antlers hadn’t grown in yet, and there was nothing to take impact but his head. The animal slid into the ground, rolling over in the dust, still for a few moments. Later, the elk morphed leaving the boy clutching at his forehead cursing the tree that had moved to the wrong place at the wrong time. He squinted into the sky. Michael, Tori, Connor and Twilight were long gone into the horizon. “Fricken tree,” he hissed, lying back down in the dry brush, trying to compose himself. “Michael probably wouldn’t mind someone else rescuing him on second thought…” he said bitterly to himself, sitting up and brushing his knees off.
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Post by Jo on May 16, 2010 12:50:26 GMT
Jo stepped back a couple of paces from the front of her cage, blood dripping from her teeth, some running down the back of her throat, some spattering onto her cage floor. She watched the cheetah back off, and frowned as he chucked the last piece of food into her cage. She leapt forward and swallowed the chunk of meat in an instant, but it didn’t seem to register that the cheetah had fed her even though she had just attacked him. A growl rose in her throat as USASI staff slipped into the room, her eyes narrowing as the guns positioned on her for a second, but they weren’t there long as the guards noticed the cheetah free from a cage. Blood stained the wild dog’s muzzle, mostly Will’s blood, although mixed slightly with her own, Will’s earring catching her gums when she attacked him. Her fur bristled, eyes blazing. Suddenly, with a clashing of teeth and loud, wild snarling, she leapt at the side of the cage. Her paws crashed against the bars and she bounced off the side of her cage, causing half the guards to jump, and all of them to take an extra step back away from her cage, and a step away from the cheetah too. Jo growled warningly at the scientists, slowly stalking to the front of her cage, her muzzle slipping through the bars, her eyes narrowing. Jo might want the cheetah dead, but only by her claws, not by the scientists’ guns. She might not be able to do a lot from inside the cage, but she could still scare them all shitless. “Who’s fault is this?” the oh so familiar voice rose from the crowd of guards and scientists, and Cassandra stepped forward. She was dressed in the same outfit she always was, brown leather jacket, green shirt, tan trousers and high heels. Her black hair reached just to her shoulders, and her pistol rested comfortably in her right hand. “Who authorised for the pet and bitch to be in the same room, alone?” she looked around all the people in the room, all of which couldn’t even meet her cold blue eyes. Of course, Cassandra already knew the answer. “I instructed for them to meet, to be sure that they wouldn’t remember each other, not for them to be left alone and certainly not for her,” she thrusted her gun in Jo’s direction. “To be fed!” Her eyes turned on the cheetah, a cold smile inching onto her lips. “Someone’s going to pay for this,” she said softly, her gun, like every other gun in the room, pointing towards Will.
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Post by Will Fleet on May 16, 2010 13:01:15 GMT
Will's head turned sharply at the commotion from the cage, the guns pointed at him, aimed for every possible vital and then some, completely forgotten as he looked at the wild dog leaping and bouncing back off the bars, doing herself honestly no good but bruising herself further. He chirped and kneaded the tiled floors, creating a succession of clicks as he chirped anxiously , his tail waving in agitation. Whether the scientists had trained him well or not, the presence of guns forever made the cat anxious, especially when pointed at himself. His ears twitched and his head zipped around as a familiar voice rose above the noise created by the dog, he could see several of the guards tense as Cassandra stepped forth into sight, her constant companion poised in her hand. Her words made the cat further anxious, especially since the head she currently hunted after was Lee's, and it was pretty much Will's fault, and Lee's for having such a blooming soft heart. Will wasn't sure whatever previous emotions there had once been between Lee and Cassandra would save the man from trouble, or worse, being fired. Disgruntled, he chirped, lower half lowering in a playful position and his eyes focused on Cassandra, there may even have been a small smirk playing on the cat's lips as he bound forward and, negligent of the gun, wound himself around the woman's legs in the parody of house cat. The sight was ridiculous enough to cause some time snicker, even if he was now simply a pet, Will obviously still enjoyed baiting the woman incessantly.
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Post by Jo on May 16, 2010 13:22:58 GMT
Jo's low growl echoed around the room from where she stood at the front of her cage, unable to do anything more then glare at the scientists, although this was enough to keep them from coming any closer to her. Most of them were too scared to even come up to the white line, only a few people could hold their nerve actually on the white line. But the growl stopped as she watched Will wind himself in-between Cassandra’s legs. A frown crossed her face, and then, just for a second, a mixture of disappointment and hurt, before she gave her head a sharp shake and started up her growling again, louder then ever. The growl now being aimed at everyone in the room, not just the scientists. Maybe he was only trying to wind Cassandra up, but the fact that he was acting like a house pet towards her made Jo press her claws so hard against the metal of her cage floor that it began to hurt. Something in her told her that he should be fighting back, that they should be fighting together against the scientists. But obviously he wasn’t thinking him anything like that, and so that made them enemies. Cassandra’s gun came up instantly as Will began to move, it was trained on him as he moved forward. Her eyes widened in surprise as she felt him pressing up against her legs, winding through them. Her face snapped up as soon as she heard the snickering, and the guards fell silent. She glared at the cat, snatching up his lead in her hand and jerked it as hard as she could, like you do with dogs who behave badly, she held the lead above her head for a moment, cutting off his air supply, before she lowered it and wound the loop around her wrist. “Do that again, and you’ll regret it,” she warned the cat, meeting his eyes, hers clod and unwavering.
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Post by Will Fleet on May 16, 2010 13:33:51 GMT
Will relished in the snickering, ignoring the growling of the Wild Dog for now since he knew it was he and his actions that were causing the deep sounds of displeasure that reverberating within the room. He hadn't expected his lead to be grabbed by the woman as he'd been anticipating more of a bullet, or a kick. He was jerked to the side, collecting himself enough when his lead was yanked upwards, causing the metal collar to dig into his neck. He growled in displeasure and raised himself up on his hind legs, to relieve the discomfort, coming up roughly to Cassandra's own height. It was indeed an unusual experience to be staring into Cassandra's eyes when he was more used to being level with peoples hips. He snorted lightly, head twisting in some silent, indecipherable gesture before he lowered himself again when the pressure from his neck was eased. He stretched out languidly, gazing up at the woman with the perfect cat like expression of nonchalance, is if he was ignoring everything she was saying and making sure she knew he was. For the added effect, he chirped innocently.
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Post by Jo on May 16, 2010 13:54:32 GMT
Cassandra smiled slyly. She crouched down on the ground so her face was level with Will's. Her hand came up, at first it looked like she was above to slap Will, but instead she pressed it gently against his head. She stroked him softly, tickling him lightly behind the ears, the whole time with cruel eyes and a cold smirk. "Oh dear William," she said softly. "I'm going to make your life hell. Yours and Lee's." She straighten up again. "Everybody out," she instructed, without hesitation everybody hurried to obey her orders. "Lee's the one who's responsible for you, pet. He’s the one who’s supposed to be looking after you, wherever he’s gotten to. And so he’s the one who’s going to get the blame for this.” She wound the lead’s loop around her hand, before walking over to the other side of the room, dragging Will with her. There was a ring on the side of the wall, just outside the white line to the cage. The sort of ring used to attach chains onto, it was metal and built into the concrete. Without even looking at Will, Cassandra pulled the lead through the metal ring and tied it on, tightly. “Have fun, William.” She said with a smirk, before turning and leaving the room, locking the door firmly behind her. Her familiar heel clicks could be heard walking away from the room. The lead wasn’t designed to keep Will there for long, a werewolf couldn’t break the ring in the wall, but the lead was only made from leather. It was tough, could probably keep up with a fair bit of tugging, but she knew it wouldn’t hold the cheetah for long, just long enough. Cassandra turned into the main control room, her eyes glancing to the security footage that was trained on the wild dog’s room. She smiled at the man who was in charge of the security room, he instantly looked away from her, praying that he hadn’t done something to piss her off. “Oh Jim, you wouldn’t mind doing me a little favour, will you?” she said softly in his ear. Back in the room there was a click, and the door to the wild dog’s cage swung open.
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Post by Will Fleet on May 16, 2010 14:07:02 GMT
The cat, crouched slightly and sitting on his haunches, stiffened slightly, bright eyes fixed on the hand with an almost defiant expression and refused to flinch when the hand came down. Thankfully he didn't, but he was surprised when the hand, with a gentleness that Will had never thought Cassandra capable of, began to stroke his ear. He near melted at once when the fingers tucked behind his ear to scratch and he had to use every ounce of his will power not to press into the hand. His ear twitched as he listened to her whispered threat but his eyes remained stoic to her words and he merely cocked his head as if he didn't understand although the use of the name "William" did make him twitch in annoyance, why could people not understand that his name was simply Will that's what his blooming birth certificate said! He snorted, as if dismissing her very presence and stood fluidly following her, although there was suspicion in his eyes. He examined the knot that tied his lead to the ring and plucked at it experimentally with a claw, the point snagging the smooth leather and marking it. He was too busy tugging on the knot with his teeth to notice Cassandra leaving, but the ominous click drew his attention and he turned around, fur bristling when he watched the cage door swing open. Spreading his legs, he waited for the dog to lunge, a plan already formulated in his mind, he had no desire to kill this animal.
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Post by Rae on May 16, 2010 19:48:29 GMT
She smirked, that slightly devious, almost hard-to-read smile that was almost trademark Rook. She swung her unkempt garnet hair across her bare shoulders, stood tip-toe for a moment before swan-diving gracefully into the pool, wings v-tucked at her shoulders so she broke the water almost without disturbance, opening her golden eyes and propelling herself forward with her slender legs, pulling with long fingers at the clear water. If the rocks hadn't fallen across the mouth, there'd be a far easier way to get into this cave, but at the moment in her life she had not the need nor the energy to move them. She sank down, pawing forwards into a small crack in the rocks, grabbing at the jutted sides to pull herself into the crevice, darkness closing in as much as the walls. She reached forward, touching solid rock in front of her, then broke upwards, her head bursting free of the water into a narrow beam of light pouring through a gap in the roof of the cave, the only light in the place.
It was clear she had made this place her home, and it was clear she hadn't been happy. The walls were clawed, vicious welts dug into the stone, and the floor was smoothed down one side from the constant pacing of impatient panther paws. In the corner the remains of a tattered USASI lab coat, and a collection of crisping leaves and torn fabrics formed something of a bed, and beside the water hole the remnants of a fire sat, still smouldering slightly in the halflight. She twisted her hair, and wrung the damp matted mess into the pool, before stepping back, still dripping wet, waiting for Yami to catch her up.
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Post by Rae on May 16, 2010 20:25:47 GMT
Dawn was perfect. The morning was full of the sounds of the forest, and the settling day. The perfect time to begin.
Somewhere in the bowels of the laboratory, a solitary alarm was blasting it's irritating noise into the air. A bony hand shot from beneath the sheets, grasping the clock and crushing it slightly, before throwing it across the room at the wall, where it lay in bits, no longer bleeping, and the arm withdrew, with a whine.
Carmella sat up, a mass of black hair falling across her face, as she glanced down at the sleeping mass next to her. It was going to take more than an alarm to wake him. An earthquake might do it, but you never knew. She didn't have time to hang around and make small talk, not the mood she was in. She got up, pulling her silk dressing gown over her shoudlers, heading across her chamber to the wardrobe. It was still dark down here, no windows save for one thin strip above the wardrobe doors to shed light into the room, casting a thin line of sunlight across her face and chest as she opened the doors, pulling out the first things to hand she could effectively work out in. Khaki combat trousers, and a black vest. She dressed quickly, tying her hair in a tight ponytail, and sliding a fingerless glove over her fleshless hand to save the exposed ligaments and veins. She hissed slightly in a slow exhale, cast a last glance at her dormant partner, and strode up the stairs into the daylight.
It was crisp and dewy, and cold against her exposed skin as she stood in the shadow for a moment, thinking. She had a lot to think about recently. She stroked her fingers over the gun at her hip, befrore siding the pistol free into her soft fleshy right hand, running her index finger over the trigger as she stepped backwards, turning to face the trees. This was her domain, here, she had built her own rifle training course, a succession of traps and targets. She was, almost, ready for a six am blast of energy.
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Post by Jo on May 16, 2010 20:37:44 GMT
Jo frowned as the door swung open, her ears fell back as she slowly pulled her head out of the cage. She instantly turned it to look straight at Will, her lip curled back and she snarled. She leapt rather neatly out of the cage and landed gracefully on the floor, her legs hadn’t had the change to jump about in at least half a year. Her emerald eyes glared at Will. Her yellow stained fangs could clearly be seen as she moved slowly towards him, she could still taste his blood in her mouth. She lunged forward, but passed Will by centimetres, her legs coming out to hit against the back wall, turning in mid air and launching herself back at the cheetah, teeth snatching out and grasping silver fur. Her claws extended to do the same, as she attempted to slice open the cheetah.
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Post by Jo on May 16, 2010 20:53:02 GMT
Jesse walked through the forest, wearing a pair of combat trousers, heavy boots and black button up shirt, unbuttoned to about half way down, showing off his well toned chest. He had been living on the island for a long time now, but hadn’t met up with many of the other experiments. He was a loner at heart, he guessed, more then happy to keep out of their way and just do things his way. It also meant he hadn’t had many run ins with the scientists either, he guessed he had dropped off their radar, considering he wasn’t causing them problems like the rest of the rebels always were. Anyway, he must admit he didn’t see the appeal in hanging around with a bunch of kids, he was twenty five for heavens sake, what does he want with a bunch of teenagers who think they know it all? He was the oldest experiment out here, he hadn’t seen anyone close to his age, apart from one guy, but he seemed more immature then most of the kids, plus his two cats tried to tear Jesse apart. Anyway, he had simply stayed clear of them all, and he certainly didn’t want to run into Rook again. In fact, the further away from her he was the happier he was. So now, he strolled through the forest all on his own, looking for food to eat. His diet was mostly made up of fish and fruits, he had grown used to his fishing eagle form and was quite the hunter, although he couldn’t admit he was thrilled with his bear form, too big, too furry, not that manly really. Now if had been a grizzly, that would have been something to be proud of, but the moon bear was so much smaller and cuter then that.
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Post by Rae on May 16, 2010 21:00:37 GMT
She stepped back towards the door, and the switches on the wall. She ran her fingers down to the largest, red and back-lit. She pressed it down with a slim finger, before stepping back into the clearing, listening to the beeps. Five consecutive beeps, all of which leading to the final, longest noise. The start signal.
With one hand she lifted her gun, standing side on, staring down the barrel as from within the trees a clay trap fired a single disc into the sky. She pulled the trigger, with a deafening ring the bullet shot forth, shattering the clay into a thousand dark grey shards, before another three fired off instantaneously, two in the air and one on the ground. To her this was it, this was combat, this was what the military had trained her for. She had the perfect qualifications to shoot, and they chose to waste those keeping her cooped up in a lab. She smirked, changing her stance to front on, bringing her skeletal left hand up to meet the butt of the gun. If only the CoE could see her now.
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Post by Tammy (Twi) on May 16, 2010 21:06:12 GMT
Twilight went wide eyed as Tori dropped Mike suddenly. She had to do a quick painful turn flinging herself onto her back in the air to catch Mike before flying normal once again. She began to fly lower to land wings aching like she had been hit by a bus. "You okay Mike?" She asked her voice some what raspy from the pain in her wings. She flew looking for a clearing to land in. "Skyler?!" She called out not knowing where the boy went. Her gray wings shaking as she flew causing her to have a hard time flying smoothly.
"Hold on Mike we are going to land soon." She panted as she flew down holding Mike in her arms as she landed. "Safe and sound on the ground." She sat and looked to Mike looking over the cuts on his back remember seeing some one use moss to help heal a wound but she didn't know how they did that so she didn't try it. She looked through her pockets for a small pocket sized medical kit. "This is going to sting." She warned as she put disinfectant on his wounds and then bandaged his wounds.
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Post by Will Fleet on May 16, 2010 21:12:50 GMT
Will braced himself sharply, jerking when the dog lunged, eyes widening when he realised the ploy and barely managed to catch himself as she whirled around and lunged again, he growled as teeth met his fur and managed to wretch away before the fangs sunk into his flesh, getting away with graze to his neck which could have been a lot worse. He turned sharply and lunged out away from the dog, pulling the leash taught so the sharp close and the jaw of the dog caught the extended leather. Even if the collision did not cut the rope, it would be an effective 'clothes line' for down Jo long enough for him to try picking at the knot again, or chewing off his leash. His tail lashed furiously as his claws dug into the tiles, keeping the rope taught but his eyes never leaving the dog.
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Post by Jo on May 16, 2010 21:14:19 GMT
Jesse continued walking until he heard a gun shot echo around the forest. He came to a sudden halt, frowning. It had been a long time since he had seen any of the other experiments, but as far as her remembered, none of them had guns. He turned instantly on the spot, having been walking away from the shooting, and headed in the direction of the noise. He wasn’t sure why, it wasn’t a sensible thing to walk towards the sound of gunfire, but he had very few issues with the scientists, asides from being kidnapped and injected anyway. He didn’t really know how bad they could be. Anyway, he wasn’t the same as those silly kids. The dog tags around his neck as he walked steadily towards the noise. It wasn’t long before he broke through the trees, just in time to see one of the disks shatter in the sky just above his head. He covered his face with his arm as the pieces of the disk fell to the ground. He looked up quickly, finding himself staring at a black haired woman a little way off, holding a gun, which was unnervingly pointing in his general direction. “You’ll have someone’s eye out with that,” he called over to her, it was hard to tell if he was serious or not.
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Post by Jo on May 16, 2010 21:23:30 GMT
Jo inwardly winced as the lead was pulled taunt and sound found herself with a mouthful of leather. The impact caused her to instantly jerk backwards, although that meant that she didn’t actually do much damage to the leather itself. She staggered back a few paces, spitting out the silver fur stuck to her mouth. She didn’t stay like that for long though, her eyes quickly returning to the enemy, leaping from the spot high into the air, looking like she was going to land right on the cheetah’s back, but again, instead, she landed right next to him, waited for him to jerk out of the way, then leapt again. She claws outstretched to hit him on from the side, with enough force to knock him off his feet.
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Post by Max on May 16, 2010 21:39:53 GMT
Michael gritted his teeth as the claws sunk into his flesh, letting out a slight growl at the pain. He hated this, every single tiny moment he was off the land he was scared. Feeling the quickly approaching heat difference didn't help much either, just turning his stomach even more. The moment of impact nearly knocked Michael out of the bird's claws, and then the resultant rising caused him to nearly lose what remained in his stomach. The moment the claws receded from his shoulders and he began to plummet, a cry escaped his throat and he waited for the whole pancake thing to happen. That was when he was suddenly stopped, Twilight managing to catch him just in time. He remained silent the entire time they were in the air, eyes still clenched shut even when they were safely on the ground and Twilight was treating the wounds on his pack. He finally muttered a silent thanks as she finished off bandaging the wounds, quickly sitting down on a log and trying to stop the shudders that had been wracking his body.
Connor had let out a roar as he managed to catch the raven dragons back in his tackle, only to let out a cry as her tail connected with his face. The spines cut across his face, leaving red lines on the crimson fur, whilst also knocking him off balance. He quickly righted himself, only to see her drop the kid she had been holding. He noticed that Twilight had managed to catch him, but had been distracted long enough fro Tori to fly back to the lab. He sighed and quickly descended after the pair, landing at the edge of the clearing and shifting human, wiping the cut side of his face with his jacket, ignoring the slight sting of the material against the cuts.
" You two alright?" He called across from the clearing, leaning against one of the trees and watching them. His hair was messed up, but he still looked fairly normal, not showing any differences due to his DNA, other than scars from fights because of them, including the long scar across his throat. He kept his hands in his pockets, hiding the bandage.
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Post by Will Fleet on May 16, 2010 21:40:20 GMT
Will's lack of movement hindered him greatly, and he took the sparse moments when Jo was doing her Gymnastics to slash at the hardened leather, managing to slice through part of it although he wasn't free completely. He jerked roughly and turned his head sharply as the dog landed beside him and he snarled recoiling yet again refusing to attack as he threw himself away to try and snap the leash. He felt some of it give, a few stubborn strings of the stuff snapping and leaving only the hard, sewn hem. He turned fully as the dog leapt at him and in the first humanoid move he'd made, he rolled backwards so he lay on his back. He used his new lowered height to his advantage and hooked his hind paws beneath the visible ribcage and pushed the dog back into the air as he rolled tail of head, the strength of his legs and the light weight of the dog would have propelled her the length of the small room. In the twist, he felt the remainder of the lead snap under the pressure and the cheetah tumbled to the side, his leverage lost.
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Mikki
Full Fledged Experiment
Christopher, Jamie, Johnathan, Randall and Yami
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Post by Mikki on May 17, 2010 6:57:28 GMT
He watched as Rook dived into the clear water and disappear into the mouth. "Shit" he mouthed as he looked at his shirt, there was no point in rolling up the sleeves, mind you, the clothing would just get wet and hinder his performance under the water that could cost him his life, which he highly doubted but still he weighed up his options. He had long since lost his long coat and suit jacket. Taking his shirt off he tore the sleeves of his shirt at the shoulder and put the ruined, already stained, white shirt.
He walked up to the edge of the bank and dived into the water, breaking the water with ease. He propelled himself forward towards the mouth where he saw Rook disappear into. The squeeze between the rocks were tight. Finally he made it through the rocks, with just a small scratch on his exposed left arm. He was propelling into blackness, the light not reaching into the underwater tunnel until he began to swim up. He broke the water, greedily taking in oxygen.
His eyesight adjusted to the light as it leaked into the cavern. He swam to the water's edge and pushed himself up, his clothes soaking wet. "So this is where you've been hiding out?" he asked casually as he sat on the ledge and looked around, not wanting to get the whole of the floor wet. His hand went to his hair, his fingers threading themselves into his black locks and began to shake, trying to get the water from his hair so it didn't fall into his face and eyes.
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