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Post by Max on Jun 3, 2009 15:55:44 GMT
---- Murphy O'Reilley, the one and only
Well this was most definitely not L.A. anymore. Murphy's eye's strained to pick up anything in the grass around me. He had figured out that I was in this animal form again, but other than that he had no idea what was going on. Whilst moving he had heard a lot of talk about what was happening. He pushed himself to his paws, copper pelt sticking out among the green grass, his short tail wagging slightly. This place seemed so open, so free. His paw's moved swiftly as he began to run, not being able to help the melodic howl that broke from his throat, rather happy in tone. He had no idea he could be being watched, or that fact he was still under the labs watch. All he knew was that he was free here.
It was then that he heard the voice, almost scared. He whipped around, eyes darting quickly to a tree where he saw a... A...He actually didn't know what it was, but he could scent something on the air. The thing was human. His paw steps were toward her now, ears flicking occasionally. Murphy sat at the bottom of the tree, looking up at the ring tailed lemur with curiosity.
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Post by Rae on Jun 3, 2009 16:05:32 GMT
-- Elliott Cartwright
She shifted, her tail wrapping around the branch as she slipped with a squeak, feeling the muscles around her backside twinge as she stopped herself from falling, swinging upside down thanks to the grip of her striped prehensile tail grabbing hold. "Um... good doggy?" She tried, not quite sure if dogs were able to climb, or if they found lemurs particularly tasty. She hoped not. Her dogs at home couldn't join but the one beneath her could be anything. It could be an experiment, there was something.
"Okay, friend or foe? Or... dog?" She asked, swinging slightly in the breeze as she grappled with her odd fingers to try and get back upright, and as she did she felt a brstling around her upper back, as two wide butterfly wings, black and white-striped, spread from beneath the fur. This really didn't help her predicament.
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Post by Max on Jun 3, 2009 16:24:16 GMT
" F-friend," Murphy sort of barked out, the stutter still remaining in this form. Just brilliant. He couldn't help but be amazed when the girl sprouted wings. He couldn't help but notice that she was in a spot of bother, so he decided to try it. He had heard on the scientists talking about his DNA's and mentioned how different from other dogs Singers were. They could climb trees, and they could sing. So it was time to try out the first part of that. Murphy's paws quickly cling to the tree, digging his claws in and then the other. It looked quite awkward, his spine flexing further than other dogs could ever dream of. That was why he could climb and they couldn't, the flexibility of his spine was greater than other dogs. Soon he was on the same branch as the girl, sniffing the air. No predators were nearby at least. He padded along quickly, making sure not to break the branch as he held his head out. " Get o-on, Ill help ," He managed to growl out, eyes scanning the floor. God this felt weird.
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Post by Rae on Jun 3, 2009 16:29:41 GMT
-- Elliott Cartwright
"A'ight..." She murmured, clawing her way back up her stomach until her paws reached the branch and she swung herself upright, steadying herself awkwardly before she crawled along the branch, unsure of herself as she skittered up to the dog, grabbing handfuls of fur, using her brand new wings to balance as she clambered onto his back. "This has to be the most insane day ever..." she murmured, casting a glance over her shoulder with wide amber eyes, that freakish nose getting in the way somewhat. "I'm supposed to work for them this is mental..." She grumbled, frowning... only it didn't really work when you didn't have eyebrows.
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Junior Experiment
We have nothing to fear but fear itself. And Jase.
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Post by Narrows on Jun 3, 2009 18:06:39 GMT
New York. A busy, fast-paced place, full of frustrated people. Vehicles going to and fro, throngs of people walking along the crowded pathways, children screaming in delight as they chase one another in the prim and proper parks that dot the cityscape. If you stray from the city for long enough, you'll find that outskirts do exist in such a busy state. Though, even the outskirts of a city can be teeming with life. Even, re-birth.
"Why are we doing this again?" A white-clad scientist spoke quietly to a nearly identical man. "I don't like it either, Jim. You know how much I- everyone hated him. But he's the only one that knew the formula, and we can't progress without it." Jim nodded in reluctant agreement. Entering an abstractly coded instruction to the computer, a click was heard from across the room. The two men turned their gaze towards it in horror, what had they done? No. They had already begun the process, they couldn't stop now.
Across the room stood a large contraption. Dull grey with panels of glass for curious eyes to peek inside the vessel. Gauges and meters produced numbers to be read. Vital numbers. The duo crossed the space in a matter of seconds, this had to be done quickly and correctly. Producing their key-cards, both were scanned on either side of the machine. Another click. The grey giant swung open to the ceiling, a thick liquid gushed out and down a floor drain. A soft lump fell to the once-clean floor. The two scientists hurried to pick it up, one cradling the head of the naked being while the other forced breath into it. Life.
The naked body quivered, then coughed up amounts of the ooze that had surrounded him. Jim wrapped a blanket around the man's broad shoulders. The newly-born human blinked. The eyes were cold and calculating, watching the every move of the man in front of him. Another cough, and he tried to stand. With the help of the two men, he was able to. "How do you feel sir?" Jim ventured to ask. The man laughed. The sound stabbed the air. "I'm feeling damned wonderful." The other scientist sighed in relief. Rich was back.
After being properly cleaned up and clothed, Rich looked just as devious as ever. His feather-like hair was slicked back and trimmed neat and short. Not like that mess of a womanish pony-tail Jase had. No, this was professional. Rich was professional. His eyes were a cold grey in colour, and could stop nearly anyone in their tracks. He had regained his calm stride. He never rushed about the laboratory. This was his world, he made the rules, he called the shots. There was no need to run.
"Carl!" Rich barked, addressing Jim's work partner. Hearing Rich say his name again sent shivers down Carl's spine. "Ye- Yes Sir?" Rich frowned. He had been examining the entire laboratory, and the cage room seemed to displease him. "Where are the experiments? Have they all died?" The man hesitated. "Answer me, Carl." Rich commanded calmly, a threat lingered in his tone. "Most of them have been sent to the island." Rich turned to Carl, causing the man to flinch. Rich did not harm the scientist. He strode past the two, down the hall and up to the central computer room. The two underlings followed. "Most?" Rich asked as his fingers danced across the keyboard.
"Yes Sir." Jim spoke up. "They escaped a while back, but we've caught most of them. The remaining few are presumed dead." Rich grinned. It was serpentine in its appearance. "Fine then. I'll have my fun with what you've managed to salvage. Pack me some bags, men, and prepare my chopper. I'm taking an island vacation."
"God damn it all to Hell..." Jase growled weakly. The scratch ticket he had purchased turned out to be a loser. "I hate this." He threw the ticket down and snuffed out his cigarette. Jase had taken up smoking again. His head fell to rest in his arm on the table. His rent was due, and the badger had no money to pay with. He had quit his life as a scientist. Gone to see a psychiatrist. The nice woman told him that his job was the source of his frustration. Nice woman? Jase laughed out a sob. What happened to the wenches? The syringes? The torture? The experiments? The man laughed again, this time it was drawn out. Oh- how he missed the experiments. Who needed friends when you could have the best enemies in the world?
There are two kinds of creatures in the world. Humans, and beasts. Jase had created, perfected beasts. They were his children, his life's work. He had always fancied himself as the king of the beasts. Their god. Though, as of late, the man had no mind for such light-hearted thoughts. Jase was no longer a beast, let alone their god. Sure, he had the ears, the fangs, the temperment. Everything that made him a perfect example. Everything except for fight. The man had given up, he was a human now. Nothing mattered anymore. The only important thing was to survive another day. And even at that, Jase had his doubts.
They weren't the crazed suicide attempts he was used to. These... These were careful. He had weighed his options thoughtfully. The scales tipped in favour of death. It was like going to sleep, without the painful nightmares that kept him awake. And to Jase, that sounded more promising than any promise of a heaven or hell. He just wanted balance. But who was he kidding? He was a coward. The man staggered over to his bed and fell into the starchy sheets, burying his face in the pillow. Jase couldn't kill himself. He may be afraid of living, but the man was more fearful of what happened after he was gone for good. No one would miss him. If he had a funeral, no one would attend. No one would be there. Jase didn't want to die alone.
The psychiatrist told him to go out to clubs, bars, anything. Meet a girl. She said it would help cure him of his unusual hatred of women. Jase had been dating Stephanie for a couple of months now. She was pretty, clever, and not unpleasant in bed. Perhaps she would die with the man. No... Despite Jase's horrid thoughts, he actually had feelings for her. Even if minuscule.
The man gave a shrill laugh before pressing his face further into the pillow and soon after drifting off into a land of blackness and terror.
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Post by Tammy (Twi) on Jun 4, 2009 22:32:13 GMT
[shadow=white,left,300]Twilight [/shadow] I looked around the room the bright lights, white washed walls and glass cages was enough to make you want to just hide in a hole. I hated it. I could not get out and I was in a bloody small glass box! Sure I am not afraid of small spaces or anything but just afraid of what could happen while I am not paying attention in this place. All the new things to keep us in here and the scientists safe alone was making me sicker. I just wanted to get out. I gave them what they wanted even though it did not work out for either of us. Vincent ended up with a dead experiment baby and I ended up with a bad mood as well as a loss of something I had brought into the world. Why the heck was my life such a screwed up roller coaster on hyper drive? I don't know. I just wanted out. I kept thinking about the better things to try to keep my mind off things while I sat in limbo. God if death was like this I would like to be reborn please even if it is as a bug anything but this! I began to boredly tap the glass rolling my eyes and mouthing words that did not make any sense. This was so tourture! Anihuman rights HERE PEOPLE! WE NEED THEM! Where is my one phone call? My one visitor a month? Come on! Locking me up in a room by myself and with out even a TV? You have to be kiding me? What am I to do just sit here and let minutes tick by like days? Okay, It is not bad when you have person taking notes from a table across from you but when they are not in the room to do so not so much. I had no idea of the time as there was no clock. No windows. No life but my own. Okay enough mindless rambling I may as well do something. I began to clean my wing feathers one by one as I sat in my harpy eagle form. My eyes the only way to tell I was not just another bird. Once my feathers were clean I shook them out a bit and just sat looking at the floor that somewhat showed my reflection. I just looked at it almost mindlessly. If I was being brainwashed. I think it maybe starting to work.... [shadow=white,left,300]Let me wash away the past and start a new[/shadow]
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Post by Tammy (Twi) on Jun 5, 2009 0:00:49 GMT
[shadow=white,left,300]Ianalee [/shadow]I sat by the lake my mind looking about it. I was in my human form as sat my feet in the warm water. I suddenly I shrunk. I fell into the water as I was now a small green lizard. I looked around everything looked huge. I climbed out of the water and looked down at my muddy green scaly hands. I looked around and walked around the lake. I felt vulnerable and I hated it but it was some what cool looking at the things in a new way the ground was strange as I watched ants wall around along with other insects. I then found a small toad and ran after it. It jumped into the water and I ran at the water to try and get it. Next thing I knew I was running across the water to the other side. I looked back after I did so and shook my head in amazement. "Wow that was awesome!" I said though now feeling a bit tired I took a drink and sat for a bit in my newly discovered form.
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Post by Max on Jun 5, 2009 19:11:49 GMT
Murphy fought back a bark of pain at the rough tugging of his fur, the moment Elliot was secure on his back he began the even awkwarder looking descent, short tail wagging silently. The moment his paws were safely on the ground he shifted, growing taller. A lot, lot taller. " A-are you OK?" Murphy asked, turning gaze to the lemur that was now perched on his back. His hands were in his pocket's, once again scenting the air. He didn't want to have a run in with some odd animal.
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Post by Rae on Jun 5, 2009 19:24:25 GMT
-- Elliott Cartwright
She held tight, slightly scared that she was very small and the dog was very big. It was disconcerting, to say the least. She swallowed, hopping off as soon as she hit the ground, her toes in the leaf litter as she made to sweep her fringe out of her eyes, only to discover that it wasn't there any more. That was odd. "I... think I'm okay." She said, holding her tiny monkey hands in front of her face with a slightly awkward frown, her tail flicking back and forth in the air just behind her ear. She watched him transform, a vaguely confused look on her face. "Er, yeah I really need to learn how to do that. The changing thing." She said, scratching the top of her head. She was rather glad she had quite a dextrous little monkey body. She could almost do everything she could before. Ish. Maybe. She reached behind her, grabbed her tail and frowned. This was just... It was... What was it? It's a tail, Elliott i know that...
-- Moss McKeith
Life in the lab... it wasn't so bad. Especially here. Working for them was made so much easier when you were pretty much allowed to do what you wanted. No bars, no chains... ultimate freedom. Those outsiders really were wasting their time trying to escape this. It was easier to conform and take it easy than try and break out, and end up enslaved. He removed his aviator shades, placing them on the bedside table as he headed out of his room, the window open to allow the sweet island air to flow in. He ambled down the corridor, and out of the door onto the stone pavement leading to the helipad. This is where he shifted, the gread red stag standing proud in the forest, the brown and mahogany flecked pheasant wings folded at his shoulders, his front feet not cloven-ooved, but clawed like bird's tallons. "Allrighty..." he muttered, performing a half-pirrouette as he trotted off through the trees, rather warm in this heat under all that scottish fur. It was worth it. He broke into a gallop, onto the sand, enormous wings spread wide as he took off, like some obscure cloven-hooved deer-type Pegasus. Bliss. That was the word. Utter incomparable bliss.
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Post by Max on Jun 5, 2009 20:12:05 GMT
" I suppose i-it sorta comes n-naturally with t-time ," Murphy said, leaning down next to the lemur for a moment. He quickly cleared the hair from his eyes and stood up again. " Y-you sorta have to...focus on b-being human. I'm Murphy by the way ," Murphy said, his accent showing up quite suddenly. It did that sometimes, just sorta randomly bursting into his speech. He turned his gaze to the sky as he laid down on the grass. He could feel the dew on his back, making his shirt cling to his back. He enjoyed this place, the cool breeze, the freedom you felt the moment you took a step on the grass.
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A shape glided through the air. It's colors contrasted greatly with the sky and clouds, purples, greens and pinks mixing together in it's wings and the feather like tail. Her body consisted of black and green plates, insectoid in nature. The wing's were butterfly like, flapping every once in a while. They sent gentle down drafts onto the grass, causing depression in the grass. It was then that something caught the multiple glass like eyes, quickly focusing in on it. A horse. With wings? It swooped lower and shifted mid wing beat, changing into a gliding moth like creature, but still dangerous in it's own aspects. " Hello down there ," Her voice chimed in the winds, stopping in mid air and shifting to her butterfly dragon form again. Pandora was happy to be back here, her original training area. The place she adapted to fighting in.
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Junior Experiment
We have nothing to fear but fear itself. And Jase.
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Post by Narrows on Jun 5, 2009 20:17:12 GMT
It was a long flight, but absolutely worth the wait. Rich was itching to get back to work. He had already worked out a plan in his mind and was quite pleased with how it was turning out. As the island came into full view, he could see a few of the experiments, even from such a great distance. A rather large grin crawled across his face. The helicopter slowed, positioning itself over the helipad. As it touched down, Rich casually stepped from the vehicle with his suitcase, and headed for the laboratory. The security challenged him, but the man simply flashed his authority card to the men, and they allowed him to pass. Taking in the smell of the lab, he was glad to be back. The man took his sweet time as he went along the corridors. A small percentage of the scientists working recognized the man, and quickly went back about their work. Rich was back. Failure to comply meant punishment.
"Hmm... This is new." He said, passing a door that required multiple forms of identification. He tried using the device, but it rejected him. This must have been installed after his death, he frowned. "I'll need some help with that then." The man said. He headed for the main office. The leading official of this building should be by here any time, and he would have a talk with them.
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Post by Rae on Jun 5, 2009 20:21:50 GMT
-- Elliott Cartwright
"What, I just... think about being a person and I'll go back to normal?" She frowned, letting go of her tail. She closed her eyes, and felt her bones growing, grinning as she did. She didn't want to be an animal she wanted to be normal, and her body was giving it to her. She stood on the floor of the forest, dressed in a plain white standard-issue hospital gown, hanging loose from one shoulder, bare foot. So the guards had decided to leave her without her beloved designer clothes? Fantastic. At least somebody loved her... not. "I'm Elliott. Elliott Cartwright. S'good to meet you." She said, grinning as she pulled her untidy hair over one shoulder, trying not to look like a total arse-fart in front of this rather good looking boy. That would just be insane.
-- Moss McKeith
He looked up, is antlers catching on his wings, causing him to falter for a moment. He straightened up, spiralling higher into the air to find the strange dragon above his head. "Sup?" He said, grinning as he bobbed in the air, fore-claws catching the wind as he threw a buck. "Enjoying the thermals?" He asked, cantering in the air on the spot, now on a level with Pandora, a rather wry grin on his narrow Red stag face.
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Post by Jo on Jun 6, 2009 21:41:38 GMT
Jo sighed as she watched a group of rabbits grazing in the distance. It felt like she had been laying here for weeks, rather then just hours and her instincts were telling her to hunt. Jo was one of the experiments who loved the island, or at least, the idea of the island. No civilisation to worry about, not crowds of people, just experiments, and scientists, people she could deal with. There were animals to hunt and savannah that felt like home to her wild dog side. This was the easiest place for her to keep her wild dog and human side balanced. When they were first here, almost exactly two years ago, she was just learning about her wild dog side, but now she had more control over it she knew that the island was a good place to be. She didn’t have to worry about the real world, it didn’t exist here.
She glanced up as a branch was offered to her and smirked, good thing for Will to think of, otherwise his arm would have made a fine substitute. She lifted her head off of Will’s lap and winced as he started to place the salt water bandages on her open and tender wounds. Her ears pinned back, but she ignored the stick, for now. “It was just after I did this,” she nodded towards the wounds, sighing. “I was pretty much out of it, but I know it was Kira. He turned up, after so long, out of nowhere. And now he’s disappeared again. I don’t even know if he’s been brought to the island or not,” a small growl of frustration emitted from Jo’s throat. She glanced at Will. “I saw Jase,” she finally admitted.
“He was at the lab, looking for the DNA storage room or something,” Jo paused, Murphy, shit. He had been left outside the lab. He may well be around the island somewhere, she would be sure to keep an eye out for him. “He injected himself with badger DNA at some point,” she added, not sure if he had been injected back at the zoo or not, she hadn’t really noticed. “Crazy as ever,” she said, a growl stopping her from saying anymore as Will put a strip of cloth on one of her bigger wounds and her teeth snapped forward to crunch the stick in two. Jo sighed as she opened the jaw and the two halves of the stick fell out of her mouth. She spat the rest of the splinters from her mouth.
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Corbin nodded, his mouth opening to reply to Damien when his name came through with an urgent voice on his radio. “Excuse me, must get this,” he said to Damien as he stood up from the chair and unclipped his radio from his belt. “Corbin here,” he said as he walked away, out of the cage room and into a private area. A frown crossed his face. “No one stays dead for long,” he replied to the hysterical voice on the other end of the radio. “Especially not those that were head of the USASI,” he added as he clipped the radio back onto his belt and headed downstairs. The cages were on the third floor to make it that little bit harder for experiments to escape, so it meant going down two flights of stairs to get to ground level.
Corbin’s trench coat fluttered around his ankles as he strode down the corridor, around a corner or two and he opened the door to the main office, where Rich was last seen heading towards. Corbin paused in the door way, his eyes darting over the figure in front of him, a frown creased on his face as he stepped into the room. “Rich,” he said, shaking his head lightly, no surprise in his voice at finding him here, alive. Very little surprised Corbin now days. He extended a hand for the other man to shake. “My name is Corbin Blane, I’m the newly appointed head of the USASI.”
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Jesse smirked as the young mother seemed to relax now, he nodded at her advice and watched as she shifted form. He closed his eyes and thought about shifting, next thing he knew the long, shaggy black fur melted away to be replaced with soft brown skin. His large, bulky bear figure was replaced with a lean, muscular human figure. He opened his dark brown eyes and he grinned. “Cheers,” he said as he drew an arm over his forehead, wiping the sweat away from his eyes. He was wearing a simple white tank-top, his army dog tags hanging from a chain around his neck. His trousers were black, baggy army trousers and his shoes were army regulation boots. He rested his arms on the sand where he sat, taking in the change and the strange tingling feeling it left him with.
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Junior Experiment
We have nothing to fear but fear itself. And Jase.
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Post by Narrows on Jun 7, 2009 23:22:00 GMT
Rich had been patiently waiting for someone to come. It didn't take long though, and he didn't expect it to. USASI laboratories had great surveillance systems. Or, at least they did last he knew. Corbin's entrance plastered a grin on Rich's face as his hand shot out to eagerly greet the man. "Know my name, do you?" He laughed. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Corbin Blane." He withdrew his arm, burying his hands in the pockets of his slacks. "And since you know of me, I assume that you know I used to head the New York branch of USASI, yes?" He didn't wait for an answer before continuing. "You've got a slick set-up here. I like the new security additions." The man nodded in the direction of the doors he was unable to access. "Anyway, I'll cut to the chase. I'm an expert on the DNA virus, experiment behavior, and how to rally the grunts to get their jobs done. Incidentally, I need a job. Care to help a man out?" He smiled warmly.
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Post by Jo on Jun 8, 2009 20:52:17 GMT
A broad grin spread across Corbin’s face at the rather civilised greeting from Rich. He didn’t know much about the man, only that he used to be in charge of things, was then killed by Twilight and replaced by Jase. “We’ve been working on this lab for a long time, we had to make sure everything was at the highest level, after the mess the USASI had fallen into anyway,” he said with a shake of his head. He paused at Rich’s plea for a job, he smirked. “I’m sure we have some managerial positions open, if they would interest you,” he said with a nod, sitting himself down in one of the arm chairs in the room. He pressed his hands together thoughtfully. “How long have you been alive, Rich?” he inquired curiously. “And have you been filled in on the time when you were dead? Do you remember much about what happened before you died?” he couldn’t help but question the man. Rich may not have been the first person in the USASI to be brought back to life, but he was the first person Corbin had had a chance to talk to about it. That and he wanted to check to see if there would be any side effects from it, after all he was about to employ this man.
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Post by Dawn on Jun 8, 2009 20:57:53 GMT
Ava walked around the Savannah area in her tiger form her green eyes searching for movement. She slowed as she saw some movement ahead. It looked like gazelle. She lowered herself to the ground slowly moving forward not hungry but wanting to see if she would be able to catch the animal. She crept slowly through the under brush towards it. She then sprung forward running and then jumping at it claws not out as to not hurt the animal. She just licked at the neck startling the animal before jumping off and letting it run off.
Ava sat and then licked her paw watching the creature run off confused. Ava lightly laughed as she stood watching the gazelle run off. She would have been able to kill it and that made her happy as well as like she could run longer but thirst made her look about listening and sniffing for water.
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Post by Max on Jun 8, 2009 21:02:28 GMT
Well this was just marvelous. Foot steps thudded on the ground loudly, pants leaving his throat. A figure was rushing through the tree's, as if he was running for his life. Which he was, really. Behind him the thunderous paw steps on one of the animals meant to pose a challenge to the experiments. A liger, with the whole brain chip thing. Shame it didn't recognize Lance as an Alpha. Lance himself didn't look good, he had been walking through the plains when all of a sudden something had pounced on him. He couldn't fly, his pale white feathered wings colored a pink from cuts. So he was running. " Dammit ," He growled under his breath, foot catching on a rock as his body slammed to the floor, rolling over half expecting to be dead already.
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Post by Jo on Jun 8, 2009 21:27:01 GMT
The bushes near Ava rustled and parted as a slim, long legged fox stepped gracefully into view. “Impressive,” the fox’s femmin voice rolled off of her tongue as she moved each long leg elegantly, placing it with the greatest of care. Mostly because she had already stepped on a snake since coming here, and it hadn’t been pleasant, that and it made her look sexy. Her bush red tail flicked in the air as she moved towards the tiger. “But you’re soon going to find that it’s a waist of energy, making false runs like that,” Sky commented as she sat down.
Her legs were brown and slowly melted into her red pelt, her underbelly was snowy white. Her tail curled around her paws and she batted her long eyelashes at Ava. Sky rarely used her fox form, but found it useful when darting through the long savannah grass. Her ears pricked forward as the gazelle settled a little further up, all of them alert for the tiger, but paying no attention to the fox. “Stupid creature,” she muttered, if it had been her she would have taken herself as far away from here as possible, not think the danger is gone if you’re a little bit further away.
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Zack was in his leopard form, slowly stalking forward at a heard of antelope, slowly tackling the distance between himself and his quarry. That was until a thunder of feet and paws crashed through the silent air, and all of the antelope scarpered. Zack let out a few swear words as he stood up, no point in chasing them at this time. He glanced up in annoyance at what the noise was all about. And a few yards away a boy was being chased by a liger, one of the largest and most powerful big cat mixes you could get. Zack didn’t bother to take in who was being chased, his paws had already set off before his brain was finished examining the situation.
Zack covered the ground between him and the liger in seconds, his large leopard form pulling him through quickly. His leopard form was never used for grace, or long distant runs, but this is what it was built for. As the lad fell and the liger leapt to pounce on it’s prey, Zack’s paws came into sharp contact with the hybrid’s shoulders, forcing it back and pinning it to the ground. Taken unawares, it was a few seconds before the liger had time to react. Zack took advantage of this and went straight for the larger cat’s exposed throat. His claws dug into the creatures underbelly and teeth sunk themselves into it’s throat. There was a hiss of pain and the liger struggled to get free, pulling itself into four paws.
Zack released his grip on the bigger cat as it started to run off. He stood there, watching and panting, blood dripping from his mouth as the creature fled. It had only wanted an easy meal, it wasn’t about to hang around with a bleeding throat. Zack turned around to take in the boy laying on the ground. His eyes widened slightly when recognition hit.
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Post by Max on Jun 8, 2009 21:37:54 GMT
Lance's chest heaved, face red from the running as he watched the leopard work. His mind tried to piece together who it was that was a leopard injected, but in all honesty he payed less attention to the experiment's animals than he did to the scientists. Except Corbin. Never get on the bosses bad side. He pushed himself up slightly, although he soon regretted it. Pain speared up his back, a muttered swear escaped his mouth as he clenched his eyes shut. Okay, he wasn't missing a large chunk of flesh from his back, it was more a few deep cuts from that damn cat's paws. He managed to spread his wings slightly behind him with minor pain, looking at the cuts along the top, a whole load of feathers missing, but not as bad as he had thought. He tried to turn his head further round to look at his back, but that was a no go.
Finally he turned his head round to face his savior, face calming down from the steamed lobster red after his run, back to the normal shading. " Thank you ," He managed to speak, his throat dry after the running. Mental note: Train in the gym a bit more.
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Post by Tammy (Twi) on Jun 8, 2009 22:08:50 GMT
[shadow=white,left,300]Ianalee [/shadow]I sat by the lake my mind looking about it. I was in my human form as sat my feet in the warm water. I suddenly I shrunk. I fell into the water as I was now a small green lizard. I looked around everything looked huge. I climbed out of the water and looked down at my muddy green scaly hands. I looked around and walked around the lake. I felt vulnerable and I hated it but it was some what cool looking at the things in a new way the ground was strange as I watched ants wall around along with other insects. I then found a small toad and ran after it. It jumped into the water and I ran at the water to try and get it. Next thing I knew I was running across the water to the other side. I looked back after I did so and shook my head in amazement. "Wow that was awesome!" I said though now feeling a bit tired I took a drink and sat for a bit in my newly discovered form. I stood again and walked around but then found myself looking at the water. I watched as my body reshaped it's self once more to a form I did not think I had. I watched as I became a dog that looked almost like a pharaoh hound and some other breed with its markings. I looked at myself and watched as I moved my ears doing expressions with my lips and ears. I sat and looked at the water doing strange faces for a while entertaining myself.
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