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Creative Arts and Media => Roleplay => Serious RP => Topic started by: Procyon on June 09, 2009, 05:48:27 AM
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For hundreds maybe thousands of years, humans have shared common genes with everything in the animal kingdom, for so long these traits have stayed hidden showing no signs of any meaningful purpose or function. However, twenty-seven years ago, a man named Jeffrey H. Schwartz unveiled his theory that evolution occurred not over a slow, steady chain of events, but through sudden bursts of cellular activity that changed things in either great or minor detail. He hypothesized that this could only be accomplished through a sudden, drastic change that would awaken a dormant trait and cause it to appear. In the case of many people today, this change was the introduction of a drug injected directly to the blood-stream at child birth. This drug was harmless and did absolutely nothing to the infant... for awhile. During young adulthood, 7 in 10 people who had been given the drug to test exhibited signs of animal-like behavior. Over a matter of weeks, fur would grow from their skin, bone and muscle structure would change, and they would begin to look much like an animal. When the government found out about this, they knew they needed to find out what was going on, and now the suburbs of New York City have been quarantined and evacuated as the government sends in a small force to incapacitate these people so they can be readied for experimentation. This is Sudden Origins.
OOC and Character Info Thread (http://www.thefurryforum.com/forums/index.php?topic=7631.msg305418#msg305418)
Post Merge: June 09, 2009, 06:23:17 AM
Nicolas lifted his wrist to eye-level and checked his watch, it was still early. He rolled out of bed slowly, being careful not to damage his tail in the process as he had done before. He lifted the blinds to his apartment and looked outside, the sound of a siren wailing could be heard as people were put in a single-file line and told to 'Calmly exit the perimeter.' Nicolas looked down strangely at the people and dropped the blinds. He walked to the other end of the room and slipped on a pair of dirty jeans and a plain white shirt that was spotted with dirt. He looked around his small apartment before pulling a hoody over his shirt and stepping into a pair of shoes on his way out the door.
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OoC: I am joining... :]
BiC: Exams. EXAMS.
The scraping of the lead against the paper, the sigh of the person next to you, and the chew marks on a person's nails - everything about exams drove Iris over the deep edge.
She was trapped in an examination. The blinds were shut, the lights overhead were giving her a nasty headache, and she couldn't comprehend what the test was saying to her.
"Fermez la porte, s'il vous plaît," she muttered. "What the heck?" The teacher gave her a stern look, and she huffed as she scanned the context again. It made as much sense as a chicken talking to her would. She ran her fingers through her dark brown hair, and filled in the last bubble with a flourish of her pencil.
She threw her test into the box and went back to her seat. Slumping down into it, she reviewed the test in her head.
"Ah," she said aloud. "Close the door."
"Iris," her teacher snapped. She glared back and thought to herself What a day.
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hitan lie on a flattened refrigerator box midway down an Allie. he couldn't sleep on his back anymore, it could damage his wings, so he was on his belly with his head out due to this beak keeping him from being face down. it made sleeping muchless comfortable, the transformation did, but as far as he cared that was the worst of it.the sun pooring done the ally illuminated it fully as it faced the sun squarely. the light on his eyes forced him awake. As he opened his eyes he faced another day, uncertain of ware his next meal would come from, but he didn't care. it was a meal, and ware ever it came was was irrelevant. He slept fully clothed (As clothed as he can be), so he just got to his feet and looked down the street. to his left were pedestrians, to his right was an evac line. nighther one would greet him well. he thanked himself in a whisper for picking such a wounderfull one-way place to be. e had to leave as well lit as it was too. oneglace down here and he'd be spotted. maybe the spotter wounds say anything, or care, but the might do something less helpful.looking around, he spotted some trash cans and a fire escape...time to make the best of it...set a can under the fire latter and he got both Hands on it with easy, pulling it down.
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Vale ran down the street panting, she had not the need to look behind her as her useless eyes looked forward as if nothing was going on at all, but her ears stood on end and she could hear the frightfull sounds of footsteps behind her. every step she made created enough sound so that she could practicly see her suroundings as the noise reverbirated off of everything and rested in her more than keen ears. Vale jumped into the air flaping her arms fast useing the extended skinto catch the air beneathe them pulling her into the sky slow at first then rapidly riseing leaveing her pursuers behind. she laughed a high piched laugh that would have had a dog bleeding from the ears and she searched for a safe place.
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{Gaire, is it alright that Seris knows you?}
A purple scaled, black furred dragon-panther hybrid hung outside the town cemetery, golden-red eyes glowing menacingly from the darkness. Her tail flicked in impatience as she waited on a comrade. Where are you, Iris? She growled across her link, eyes narrowing.
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He wiggled his leg awkwardly on his way down the stairs, it was uncomfortable to have his tail in the leg of his pants, but it was needed. He lifted his hood and rubbed the pad of his palm against his muzzle. As he exited the building he looked off to his right, people were being evacuated on open trucks. He took a deep breath in and headed in the other direction. Here in the slums of New York City it was cold, and day, and chaos. Nicolas tugged on his hood as he passed by two anthros that were over-turning a car; they were hit with darts and taken off on gurneys.
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Cyrus hung on a broken lamppost by his tail, looking around at all the people walking by, paying no attention to him as soldiers herded them out of the city "I wonder why theres only regular humans being herded out, I thought I wasn't the only one who changed..."
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Vale listened closely untill her ears found a building that seemed as though it was vakent. She circled it a few times contemplateing the landing, she hadent flown much and seems to have trouble landing so it was a matter of thought on how to land without landing her nose on the pavement instead of her feet. She scaled it carefully and in her paying attention to the top of the building so she didnt notice a fire escape and the movieng figure on it or the mass of people evacuateing that had paused to scream at her. They looked up at her and ran, mothers guarding there children and fathers pushing there faimlys along clueless that she was acctually just trying to land on the top of a building and not tryng to eat them. Vale inhailed and held her breath as she slowly flew tword the building, she reached out her claws to try to slow herself, failing, and hit the pavement to fast jurking her body forward planting her nose exactly were she didnt want it. "ugg" her mouth released as she tryed to get up, parts of brick still stuck in her nose and forhead. She gave up on getting up for the moment praying that her persuers hadent found her out as her nose begain to drip light puddles on the ground. "gah" she gasped sitting up rapidly grasping her nose trying to stop the bleeding.im soo not haveing luck right now she thought almost wanting to cry, not from the pain but from the situation.
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"Crap!" Hitan exclaimed to himself as the trashcan came out from under him generating a loud crash and hurting his arms as the latter appeared to be to rusted to come down any farther then the halfway point. it snatched him and he struggled to get up. no more though, adrenaline would take it from here. Eventually he could get a foot on a rung and his rate of ascend increased. he run up the stepeds. at one point, a metal cylinder flew through the air and with a soft thud stuck to the brick in front of him. he didn't slow down. he reached the roof without anymore like it coming at him, but that didn't make him slow down any. the first thing he noticed was a purple and grey anthro griping it's face, and the first thing out side of his mouth was "No time to be hurt, I think I just blow our local!" he said fast sounding commanding unintentionally. he waved an arm, signaling to follow him. the roof was near completely flat, save a air conditionany unit, no cover or doors in. he'd have to progress somehow..."the next buildings only about ten feet..." he though out loud, backing toward her
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Vale was suprised but did her best to stand, her knees wobbleing a little. "i dont even know what the mess is going on!" she yelled at him simply because he was yelling. She could tell he was anthro but due to all the noise around it was a bit as to what kind of anthro. She prepared herself to follow him ingnoreing her better instincts to go off alone. "I cant jump ten feet!" she cried to him not knowing what to do and still recovering from the shock of falling flat on her face and a compleate stranger yelling at her for being hurt from it. She had also momentatrily forrgotten she could fly as she still contemplated how she was going to jump ten feet to the next building.
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Cyrus was asleep when he felt a rock hit him in the back of the head. When he opened his eyes, another rock hit him in the forehead. he turned to where it came from and got hit yet again with another rock and saw a group of punk-kids, their ages varying from 14-17 "Knock the furry lizard off the pole already, I wanna skin him!" one of the kids said, and Cyrus growled before rotating around the pole a few times and dropping down, taking out the whole group with some well-placed and some dirty punches and kicks. Then when he saw more people come, he climbed up the wall by digging his claws into the cement and reached the roof of the house behind the lamppost and sat on the edge, watching the 'cattle' run around in a paniced frenzy, wondering who attacked, with what, and when did it leave...
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Nicolas gripped his hood once more holding it in place as he walked, the wind had begun to blow it off. He ran his hand across his face, moving strands of loose hair away from his sight. Eventually, he came upon a group of other anthros by a lamp post, all of them looked unconscious. 'No darts though,' Nicolas thought as he stepped over their bodies and continued walking. "Hey you! Stop right there!" a voice sounded from behind him. Nicolas turned to be greeted by a man in a SWAT uniform holding his dart gun at eye-level. "Slowly, remove your hood."
Nicolas reached up and grabbed his hood, but as he began to pull it down, dropped to all fours and darted across the street into a darkened alley.
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Hitan broke his stride and turned to her. "there fire escape is only about seven..." he began to sprint toward the edge. one faults step, one misjudgement, and he'd fall, fall enough to break a bone, damage his organs, but he refused to fail. he leaped with spread wings the rained feather down as he moved. he wouldn't make the jump he could tell, but he had only enough time to realize this before his right shin connected with the railing letting out a ring of a solid hit on metal, and a angry shout as the res of him cleared it. he hit the brick on the otherside and the side of his face bounced off it jarring his vision for a moment, despite the fact he'd put his hands up to catch himself on it. he drug his leg over the edge and call to the other anthro. "do it or your trapped up there!". he yelled as he fell to one knee griping his injured one. he felt a wetness through his pants. it would be crippling pain he was sure as soon as the Adrenalin rush was over. he staggered to his feet and Begin to limp up the flight of stairs to the previously adjacent roof
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Vale grimeced as she listend to him hit his leg, the sound of his bones wasent a good one. Vale took a few steps back and ranfull force with her arms straight out leaping into the air like a squirl. she dindt exactly fly but glided most of the way violently landing next to Hitan. "are you okay?" she asked ignoring the fact that she was now bleeding in sevril other places. she bent down to his leg smelling the wound. It was nothing fatel but he woudlent be able to walk correctly for about a week and being in the situation they were in that was not good. "can you stand straight?" she asked. Vale was scared to touch him but felt it was necciary as she grabed his arm to try and help him walk.
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Cyrus got up and started heading to another roof when he noticed to other 'changed' humans on the roof. "Hey, need any help?" he asked, waving an arm to get their attention.
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Nicolas breathed heavily as he ran, the sounds of tranquilizer darts whizzing past his head could be heard as the man fired round after round in his direction. He ducked into the alley quickly and braced himself against a brick wall behind a dumpster. 'Damn,' he thought as he pounded his fist against the dumpster to his left, 'now I'm trapped. Smart move!' Nicolas looked up, as he often did, to contemplate his situation and saw the figures of two others leaping across the rooftops.
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Hitan stopped. he'd just woken up minutes ago and he was already having a very exiting day. he heard the sound of the darts become very rapid as two flow at him. on stuck under the walkway on sparking off the hand rail as the dart bounced in to the air and fluttering by beefore falling to the ground 15 feet below are the were originating from. The first thing he noticed was the word S.W.A.T in bold yellow letters on there high grade Teflon and Kevlar vests. why were the zoomorphic deemed that dangeruse?...then he saw there target whipping his head to the otherside. an unarmed one. a civilian. this made Hitan ragefull and worried at the same time. he though fast and spoke as a dart went over there heads and missed the building entirely. "there!" he declared, ripping from his comanions grasp, as he hopped half way down the stairs before needing to but weight on his injury and sped down to the latter "here!" he shouted. a dart brushed by his leg. he jumped backwards, griping the side of it with his hands and slid down till he put his feet on the bottom rung as it fell with him before haulting at the ground rattling hitan and hurting him as the shock went in to his leg. blood trickled to the ground out of his pants leg. maybe it was a goodthing he missed the roof
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Tropf emerged from the biggest tomb in the cemetery. She had recently deemed it her home.. The grave of a man by the name of Gotlieb. It was of German origin like her, and so she spoke to the deceased often even though he never responded. He was a good listener, however, and if she was ever in one of her fits, she could find herself venting to him. He also didn't mind her storing her food and rags there, and his home was open for her to sleep in. He was the most charitable gentlemen she had ever known.
The chameleon slid the heavy stone door back into place, her scales rippling into colors that would keep her hidden to the naked eye as she did so. The great part of being a chameleon was the stealth that came with it. When she had first changed, she had been unable to adjust to it, but now, she had mastered her abilities to her advantage. She had to stay hidden with all the transformed being taken in by the government.
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Cyrus, not having gotten a response thought they must have the situation handled, or they died while dangling for their lives, either way he was not needed here. I wonder if theres still food around... Cyrus thought as he leaped to another building, grabbed onto it with his claws, and started crawling and hopping all over the city, staying hidden to all but those on the roofs and windows.
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OoC: Yeah, it is. Sorry! I have exams this week.....
BiC: After school got out, Iris went through her last three tests in her mind. Outloud she cursed the ones she marked wrong, and people walking near her gave her odd facial expressions.
After cutting through some people's yards and crossing a few streets, she came across the graveyard. The hairs on the back of her neck stopped up and she stopped. Staring into the boneyard, Iris shivered. What was in there?
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Cyrus soon reached a point where he couldn't continue hopping. Because, a low-lying graveyard with a fur in it was between him and the next building, but that didn't deter him as he tried to flap his wings during the jump. But, they came out too late and he almost hit his head on a gravestone, instead landing on his back next to it...
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Smiling, Seris padded toward Gaire, purple eyes still glowing menacingly. Her purple scales rippled as the moonlight flickered over her body, glossy fur shivering with the light breeze. (She's in anthro form)
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OoC: She will be a fur soon...
Dang! I was hopin I could post before anyone else did.... Can you find Iris while she passed out?
BiC:
Iris heard a thump from inside the graveyard. Her feet seemed to move on their own accord as she darted between the gravesites. She paused for a moment to catch her breath and saw something curled at the foot of the headstone. He looked like he had been through a great deal, and his wings....
She gasped. Wings! He was a fur! She kneeled down to get a better look and him. He was handsome, and his wings were bent at an awkward angle.
Stretching out her hand, she touched his left wing with her finger. A jolt went through her body. What was that.... She clutched her chest with her other hand. Why do I feel light-headed all of the sudden...
She collasped over the boy, unable to move.
Post Merge: June 10, 2009, 07:41:57 PM
OoC: She will be a fur soon...
Dang! I was hopin I could post before anyone else did.... Can you find Iris while she is passed out?
BiC:
Iris heard a thump from inside the graveyard. Her feet seemed to move on their own accord as she darted between the gravesites. She paused for a moment to catch her breath and saw something curled at the foot of the headstone. He looked like he had been through a great deal, and his wings....
She gasped. Wings! He was a fur! She kneeled down to get a better look and him. He was handsome, and his wings were bent at an awkward angle.
Stretching out her hand, she touched his left wing with her finger. A jolt went through her body. What was that.... She clutched her chest with her other hand. Why do I feel light-headed all of the sudden...
She collasped over the boy, unable to move.
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(sure. )
The dragon-panther moved with liquid grace, finding the two furs easily. Sighing in frustration, she picked them both up and hurried away, smelling trouble.
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Cyrus in his sleep, was seeing a creature with a rather large blade attacking him, and tried rolling away. However, this also caused him to roll out of the panther's grasp and he hit the ground hard enough to shock him into consiousness. "Huh...oh man, I missed the jump that badly?!"
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Iris's ears were beginning to fur up. However, she couldn't notice because she was locked in her own mind.
She saw all of her friends' faces. Fleeting glances at teachers' expressions, and random words ebbing out of their mouths. There was a plethera of colors; in her subconcious, everything was like a kalediscope.
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She stopped, halfway to the exit and growled at Cyrus. "You idiot." The panthagon snarled, tail slicing toward him. "Get up!" Her claws clicked against a tombstone and several darts zipped past. Spitting in rage, she reached to yank him up and snarled at the shooter.
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"Ah, mean lady!" Cyrus yelled as he kicked her away and dashed into a nearby tomb, which happened to be the biggest one in the cemetary...
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The chameleon's scales rippled once more and she was back to her natural coloring as she was knocked to the ground by some dragon wolf. "Mein Gott!" she growled as she hit the ground. "Vhat are you doing here?" Her head perked up when she heard gunshots and darts bursting against Gotlieb's home. "Gotlieb didn't even invite you." She muttered though her German accent scrambling to her feet, "And vhat have you brought? The humans?"
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Cyrus gets off of her. "Humans are here?" Cyrus said, immedeatly withdrawing his wings and climbing onto the roof of the crypt, ready to pounce on the humans. "I don't know how they got here, I just woke up here a few moments ago "
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"Oi.." she groaned rubbling her temples with her odd two-thumbed hands. "Vhy?" Tropf stood up and quickly grabbed the Drolf's tail and yanked as hard as she could in an attempt to get him down, "That's a kind chentleman's home! And are you lacking in the brains?" Her voice was exasperated above the shots and darts whizzing past. "Von hit from those darts and it's beddy bye for you. That goes for your friends, too. And vonce you vake up, you're government property."
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"Then what do you suggest I or we do to get out?" Cyrus replied, yanking her up to his face using his tail.
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Growling and ducking the darts, she flitted past them, into the crypt. "Sorry to barge in, need shelter." Seris growled, fur still standing on end as her scales clicked in panic.
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"Oi! You impatient, vicked things." Tropf squirmed, sliding from the drolf's grip and camouflaging herself. Her voice echoed in the confined space making it difficult to pin point her location, "I don't know vhat you're going to do, but know vhat I'm doing." Her tongue whipped and smacked the drolf's ear. "If you're good at something, you don't do it for free."
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"Unless its to save your own hide, of course not" Cyrus replied, climbing down, and and using the top of the crypt entrance as his escape route, using the cloak of night (I'm assuming its nighttime) to reach the roof, then he lept from grave to grave as he reached the next building and climbed up to the roof. Then he looked in his pockets and remembered the bulge in it, "Sorry for taking your food 'chamelon girl', but I was really hungry"...
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The clacking of deadly talon claws echo'ed through the alleyway, a pair of fierce eyes scanning their surroundings. The hunt was on as usual, another creature tried to steal from him, this was unacceptable in his mind. A bit away the panting of a tired fox can be heard as she runs about lost in the maze of back alleys and no man's land concrete caves. This was his hunting ground and she was at and end. "Please, let me go!" she pleaded not actually seeing her hunter but knowing he was nearby. Her sweaty scent was heavy upon the air, her heart's beat almost a overwhelming drum playing homage to the dread. She raced around another bend, then another till she ran right smack into the grinning raptor himself who grabbed her. "Please! I didn't know you live here. Please don't kill me!" she gasped almost blacking out with fear. He merely grinned coldly at her, 'The more of us that hang around here the more likely government will search this area for captives. I cannot allow you to live in my territory, so I'll let you leave with a warning clear to all..." he paused long enough to break her arm and cut a deadly gash across her back, letting her drop and pull herself away with her one good arm. "All that come here will die, now you best be sure to relay that message." he laughed as he walked away. He didn't really expect her to live but if she did she'd know better then to return.
He casually made his way out of his own private maze, hunting was always fun but even he had his limits. In all honesty if nobody ever showed up he'd be just as happy, killing wasn't something he needed but sometimes things must happen to ensure one's survival. The situation was bad enough with captures happening everyday, the last team trying to capture him learned a deadly lesson. Now they mostly seemed to steer clear of his territory. Suited him just fine but there was always the price to pay. The cost of his soul or maybe the darkening of his heart, neither he knew very fondly. Years of fending for yourself in a cold concrete jungle has made a killer of him. Sometimes he wished there was a better way. " Down seventh is usually the best place to catch a bite," he muttered as he head in that direction.
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oOC: I, of course, faint at the wrong time...
BiC: She awoke to find herself swung over a fur's shoulder. The scales had sliced through her shirt and rubbed at her collarbone. It was raw, and throbed at the touched. Glancing over her shoulder, she saw the wing-boy dart into a tomb.
"What's.. Going on?" She mumbled.
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"Being... shot at... hold still... sorry about... my scales..." She panted, setting her down on the concrete and glancing around. "Sorry sir, I will vacate the premises when those idiot pistols leave." She murmured, lips pulling back in a snarl at the last part.
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Tropf inched down, hanging by her tail and scooped up her things. "I'm a miss." she grumbled at the panther thing. "Thanks for the stay, Gotlieb.. I'm sorry about the unexpected visitors!" And with that, she tipped her invisible hat and hoisted herself through a small opening at the top of the tomb. She could hear the troops beginning to move the large stone slab at the entrance, giving her a chance to escape. She jumped and landed on a tombstone, then dashed to an alleyway.
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"be careful" she yelled not really knowing were her new found intrest had come from. Her hand still held a few feathers from his spontaneous movement. She directed her hearing to were he was yelling fallowing the sound of his voice to the new figure she now could hear. "COME ON WE DONT HAVE TIME FOR THIS" she yelled at The new person angry that e had just put them in a bad situation. "come on if your coming!" she yelled impatiently to him again making up for being so hostile before. she backed against a wall to avoid the darts she could hear coming her way. she touched her hand to her nose and could feel the blood that was drying. Some of the brick that had been previously lodged in her nose had fallen out now leaving tender pink skin and some scabs. Vale's ears couldn't help but wander to the sounds of emergancy and yelling around her, the intensity almost had her in a panic. She wanted to run, so badly that she found her herself inching away from them, but she couldn't leave them. This was one of the few times that her heart was over riding her brain. Her Adrenalin was rushing so fast that her body was numb...i don't think i can take this she thought almost in tears at this point.
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Cyrus saw a small group, like three soldiers, break off from the main group, and the three then split off into alleyways to flush out any furs. Going into an alleyway, man they're just begging to get hunted. Cyrus thought as he followed along the walls to the alleyway, and as the soldier found a fur to shoot, Cyrus reached under his head, grabbed his jaw, took off the helmet, and slammed the soldiers head into the brick wall as hard as he could, turning the soldier either comatose or dead, but not before the soldier let out a loud scream of pain and possible fear. Then Cyrus took the weapon and cartridges and headed back up to the roof. "Rule #1 about a hunt, the hunter can easily become the hunted if their wits are not about them."
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He stopped, a scent caught him and he turned thinking the fox was still around. "I guess you never lear...." he stopped abruptly as he saw something whip into the alley behind him out of the corner of his eye. His claw scratched his dewflap with puzzle as he knew the injured fox could not possibly move that fast. Unsheathing his blade he followed into his alley after the intruder, "Whoever you are you picked the wrong alley to intrude upon" His grin returned savoring another hunt, perhaps he wouldn't have to travel for his meal tonight. Corner after next he stalked around carefully, examining the scent trail. It was a female of this he was sure, very quick and agile he would have to be on his talons if he were to bring it down. Obviously whoever entered did not realize the entire place was a dead end with only one way in or out. "Where are you?" he asked cockily.
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Nicolas jumped as a large black-feathered anthro riding a ladder dropped nearby and his head slammed into the dumpster next to him. He yelped and rubbed his head before quickly getting up and jumping hurriedly up to the ladder and reaching the top in mere seconds, but once there he continued up the fire escape. The last thing he needed now was extra weight, and that's what more people meant.
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(OOC: Chrono-Dragon, it's early morning :P Procyon said so in very first post and not much time has past sense.)
Hitan was pleased at the now-clear raccoon anthro's haste, but as he turned climb himself, he's eyes widened to see the S.W.A.T advancing, one with a solid metal nightstick, and a volley of darts rip by him. one hit the toe of his boot making him retract that foot before starting to climb. good thing they were steel toed. as he climbed the next rung The dart broke off, leaving a needle fragment he was unaware of. It was only matter of time before his tax dollars paid off and got a lucky shot at him. he rushed up the latter as a sound of hollow metal boomed. a dart must have hit the dumpster behind him. he though he heard a S.W.A.T member order him to stand still. the unit was close enough to take a lot of factors out of the equation of there fire spread, and were still coming. "go now!" he yelled, ruining on his injured leg. thank god for fight or flight... he stood next to the last latter to the roof and gripped it with his right hand and spread his wings to cover the purple one as he saw a glimpse of rings tail as the new one made his escape. "move!" he shouted
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The chameleon had entered the alley unscathed and unnoticed.. Or so she thought. Her eyes were heavy and as she reached for her sack, she realized why as her hands awkwardly grabbed something that stuck out of her back... A dart. A "Where are you?" echoed through the alleyway from behind, making her forget about the dart.. Whoever it was planned to finish the job.
"Mein Gott." she muttered to herself once more. Today was not her day. Earlier, she'd been yucking it up with a dead man, and now she was about to get captured by the government.. "Wunderschön." She shook her head as her vision blurred and turned to what Tropf assumed to be her soon to be assailant. "Vell, you von't take me wissout a fight." she growled as she lept, her scales rippling to their natural red, lime, and white as she landed on her attacker and whipped out a switchblade knife. She swiped once and left a shallow cut across his chest close to his neck. As she went for a second slice, the tranquilizers kicked in and she fell backward onto the ground. "Verdammt..." she managed to utter before everything went black.
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The raptor crept around the corner, hearing the fumbling about of his quarry the female chameleon. Upon first sight she was fumbling about, grabbing at something on her back that looked like a dark of some sort. before he could ponder the reason it would be there she turned and lept at him and cut him across the upper chest, leaving a nasty gash in his otherwise pristine scales close enough to draw blood. he motioned to stab at her with his blade but she fell limp to the ground as if she had died. For a minute he stood there staring in bewilderment as to what had just happened, "Um ok.." After closer examination he noticed the dart had come loose and he grabbed it. It bore all too familiar markings and he knew a more dire situation had arisen then mere intruders to his lair. The government was back with the obvious plan to capture others like him. "They will not take me alive, I'll not be subject to more of their experiments." he snarled knowing full well what happened the last time. Looking down he peered over the chameleon laying at his feet, killing her would serve no more purpose even if she had tried to kill him. "It's your lucky day" he gave off a sheepish grin. He knew the dart wouldn't kill her, they needed their subjects alive for testing.
Once again talons clacked along the cement towards a well hidden inlet into old cement structure, resembling a man made cement cave. Nobody knew about it but him, drops echo'ed off the ground as he entered the pitch black confidently. A few moments later a spark tore through the darkness and flames erupted from a small makeshift firepit illuminating the raptor and the still sleeping chameleon which he had lain on a blanket. "Nobody has ever seen my home, pray that you are the last." he said calmly, taking on a different nature then his usual cold hearted self. He hoped the soldiers hadn't seen her enter his maze.
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Cyrus took out the other two soldiers in a similar matter to the first, and was somewhat suprised nobody came to help them. I guess they were extremely expendable... he thought as he climbed up to the roof, then looking among the alleyways, saw a glow coming from one of them, the rate of the 'glow' suggesting a camp-fire or pitfire to be specific. Cyrus climbed over roofs and other walls until he managed to get close, his unkept claws clicking on the cement and brick...
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Vale turned and ducked up the fire asscape after the other anthro. She ran fast always listening to make sure her bird friend was fallowing deathly afraid of loosing him. "are you okay?" she yelled behind her knowing he had a wounded leg and worried that at his slightly slower pace something might happen. Having been caught by the government before she wouldn't wish that on anyone and was full willing to help him out of any mess he might have gotten himself into. She started ruining a little slower to keep a better hearing tab on him as she moved her way up the seemingly everlasting fire ecape.
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She stuck with the fur she was with, making sure that she wasn't too troublesome.
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Nicolas stopped short of the roof and looked into a dark window. 'Hmmm, it would be smarter to go inside, instead of staying on an open roof, they probably have helicopters,' he thought staring into the window as though everything around him had melted away. In his thinking, he began to reminisce. The dark room reminded him of the orphanage. Cold and dark, but somehow strangely inviting. He sighed and lifted up the window with a grunt. Nicolas lifted his leg over the threshold and fell into the room as a dart sunk into his back. He felt the cold apartment floor for only a moment before slipping into unconsciousness.
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Cyrus followed the light into an alleyway then into an old cement structure, and then saw the source of the light come from what looked like a man-made cave...
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He watched her closely as she slept, this was the first time in years he had company. She was younger then him, like so many he has encountered. Seemed few lived long enough to make it to his age. Most of the transformations ended up mammal with a select few being reptilian or other. Most we horded off to be experimented on further or died trying to escape, this all he knew too well often fueling his hatred and isolation. he searched through her things trying to gain more insight on her, its not like he had anything better to do anyways. Unfortunately she did not seem to carry any identifying objects or information. "Well whoever you are, you..." he stopped abruptly as a scent caught his attention, something was approaching. Drawing his blade he slunk back into the darkness, the telltale sound of claws hitting cement caught his ear. His senses were sharp, further refined by years of survival. He was a bit unsettled by the amount of activity in his sector, his patience at an end.
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Cyrus immedeatly stiffened up when he felt something move around him. Guess I found the maker of the light source... he thought as he went partially feral, growing out his claws and fangs...
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This won't work.. You're one of them. A strangely familiar voice drifted through her mind as Tropf lie sleeping in the concrete home. Her muscles tightened, and she was suddenly lost amidst her own thoughts. A young boy, her age, with sharp blue eyes looked on with a pained expression. His choppy black hair hung in his face. I'm sorry. I really am. You know I love you. He gripped a pair of hands, partially scaled, partially fleshed with an unhuman bone structure. There were three fingers and two thumbs on each hand, and they held fast and desperately to his. "I thought you'd understand. That's vhy I came to you." He turned his head as if receiving a blow to the face and let go. I'm really sorry. I wish it weren't this way.. She had spoken aloud, but remained unconscious.. Stirring as if she could not be comfortable despite her efforts.
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just as Hitan was about to follow the two of them up the latter when two sharp pains hit him in the soft parts of his wing he winced as he pulled his wing back quickly. this made it worse ad he heard a hard snap followed by a high pitch metal on metal ring.he followed quickly, hoping that it was a strain, not puncture wounds. "follow him in to the window there!" he shouted. he was tired and his rush was warring off. he was starting to feel the wound on his leg that was bleeding on to his boot. he looked to his wing, seeing a needle protruding out. he could imagine the metal cylinder on the other side of his wing, like one of those gag arrows
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He growled menacingly from the darkness, "Do not enter lest you wish to die." Then quiet as if he wasn't even there the raptor shifted around the darkness. This was his home and he didn't appreciate uninvited guests and this one was about to make a great mistake. Amidst his concentration he heard the girl mumble about in her sleep, seemingly talking about something from her past though her voice partially muffled from the medicine. She was under his care, despite him having no actual attachment to her survival. He continued playing mind games with this newcomer, he could kill him at any moment but it was always fun to mess with prey before the kill. With any luck the dragon like creature would run off, that would most definitely be the smart thing to do. "What chance do you think you have of killing me in my own home?" he mocked arrogantly seemingly from behind the dragon now.
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"Judging from how you're talking, guess the soldiers hadn't found this place yet....unless you're with them, I see no reason for killing me, because for all we know, this whole area is going to be nuked if they can't 'extract' anymore furs, so i'll just let you stay with your fire" Cyrus replied, turning around, partially expecting the 'person' to be right behind him.
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Laughing he poked the dragon on the back with the end of his blade. "Actually I was in front of you, but thanks for turning your back to me. Either way even if there were to nuke us, you think your going to stop them? The way I see it I keep my lair hidden and live as long as I can. The only other options are to be experimented on or fight a loosing battle against soldiers. I for one don't want to be experimented on again." His grin got wiped off his own scaley muzzle, he remembered what torture one faced with such capture. He also knew that these soldiers would be accompanied by even more elite troops if bad came to worse. The blade spun playfully around his clawed finger as he pondered what to do. "Why doesn't everybody just make themselves home in my lair, then we can throw a little party and enjoy each others company while we await nuclear winter together. Frankly it would save me the trouble of having to hunt for food when its already there." he scoffed sarcastically knowing full well the government would isolate the entire area before they pass up on such lucrative experimentation and research possibilities. The last thing he wanted was a bunch of self righteous anthros gallivanting around drawing attention to the area which he had worked hard to keep relatively clear, forming his own dead zone.
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Cyrus remembered what he said earlier and just started laughing. "I guess I did sound a bit self-rightous, anyway, I'll leave you and..." Cyrus sniffs the air for confirmation " your 'friend' be, I was just wondering if there was food that some careless idiots left behind" Cyrus then whipped around and almost stuck the....raptor?.....in the jaw. "If it wasn't for the humans going on a 'witchhunt', I would enjoy a fight with you..." He then lowered his arm and ran off, partially not believing what he just did...
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"You wouldn't live long enough to enjoy anything but eternal slumber." he scoffed as he turned around and made his way back over to the chameleon asleep by the fire. He still had no idea who she was, she just showed up out of nowhere with this foreign accent that was very much out of place. Kneeling down beside her he looked her over, noting that other then tattered rags for clothing she didn't seem to be scared or show much signs of terrible struggles. For a street urchin like him her scales were rather kempt. He rummaged about through her pockets which were empty. "Does she carry nothing with her?" he snarled in frustration. A glint caught his eye and he looked around her neck to find a sterling ring tied to a rope. Upon closer inspection it seemed to have some writing on it, but it was in german he couldn't read it. Whatever it was it was important enough for her to hold onto it when she held onto nothing else.
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Tropf quickly moved grabbing the raptor's hand as it held the ring without opening her eyes. "Zat is one thing I don't plan to lose." she growled. At first, she held hard and fast to his hand, but then her grip softened as she realized that it was not human. Her eyes slowly opened and one darted rapidly to gain perspective on her surroundings, while the other did the same to the creature literally at hand. She let go of his claw and tried sitting up and rubbing her back where the dart had been, but found herself too dizzy to do so, and leaned on the closest thing that would provide support. "Vhere am I?" she asked groggily, her scales turning a bit darker than their regular neons. She had not made them do it on purpose, but one of the downsides of her transformation was that others could tell her mood or condition by her colors if she was not trying to hide. She reached to her chest and grabbed the ring, running her fingers on the dulled and nicked surface. It had been through a lot, just as she had been. "And who are you?"
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He steadied her, allowing her to sit up a bit against his arm. "I am Tezztor Aslir Ne'taku, but you can call me Tezztor. This grand hole in the wall is my home, you only here because the dart in your back prevented you from trying to kill me." he paused for a moment, letting her regain more of her senses while also offering her a drink. "That ring, belong to an old mate of yours? You mumbled something to that nature in your sleep and it seems rather sentimental to you, if you don't mind my wondering." He watchd her, she seemed akin to one waking up with a horrible hangover and he wasn't quite sure she fully knew where exactly she was yet. She wasn't in a cage bound for the mainland though of that she should be thankful.
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"I am Tropf. Or Rogue in your langvige." She let go of the ring and leaned back, regaining her senses. "The dart...? Ah yes. I thought you vere a soldier. My Mistake." Her eyes continued to dart constantly in different directions as she cautiously took the drink from him and indulged in a long sip. Wiping her mouth with her arm, she continued, "The ring did not belong to a mate. It vas a gift to me from him. He called me his Dunkelsten Blume, or darkest flower. He had that name engraved on it.. And things.." she paused as if not wanting to remember.. "Fell through." She closed her eyes recalling the day he ended things... "And vhen I couldn't let him go, he called the government to come get me.. They caged me, but I managed to slip avay and steal von of their cars." She began to feel her pockets, looking for her switchblade.. It was her only weapon, and she began to wonder if she had dropped it when things went black. Assuming the worse, she stuck her hands in her pockets as a cover for her search. She'd look for it later if she couldn't steal some kind of weapon from this raptor.
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Tezztor listened to her talk, despite him having taken her in she seemed extremely edgy, fidgeting around as if looking for something. "Your safe here, nobody would dare intrude upon my territory to come get you. Those who do typically die. Make no mistake I'm very good at what I do." he said it under the guise of being reassuring but he also meant it as a threat that should she try anything she'd find a similar fate. He found it kinda nice having somebody to talk to, years of isolation left him near dead inside. He hoped he wouldn't have to kill this one but no telling what she'd do when his back is turned. "I'm sorry about your past, to be an anthro is to have loss. To survive in spite of that makes us what we really are. Your welcome to stay as long as you like, nobody will find us in the maze I've constructed over many years." He gauged her reactions as his talons scratched the dirt flooring of his lair impatiently. He almost expected her to try and attack him given the unease that was palpable about her.
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"I don't expect anyvon to find me here anyvways. I'm very good at vhat I do as vell.." she smirked cockily as her scales rippled to the colors of the raptor's walls making her practically invisible save for her shorts and arm / leg warmers. After her quick demonstration, her scales returned to their regular colors, and she leaned forward resting her shin in her palm and her elbow on her knee with a lopsided smile. "You say 'to be an anthro is to have lost.' Vhat mighty fine life vould you be leaving behind for zis hole in the wall?"
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Vale sharpened her pace and ran into the window after the now unconches racoon. she froze, listaning for any sines of other life in the room finding nothing but the souds of breathing and her other friend makeing his gettaway. The room wa dark but this made no diffrenc to her as she searced the room useing the racoons breathing instead of her own noise to make a picture of the room. Vale could smell dust and she sneezed, whoever had lived in this appartment before evacuation wasent very clean. ((sorry for the short post didnt have much time omg))
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A lone NHI NH90, which sported a dull silver paintjob covering the entire hull and with large black stencil letters reading "GENOCIDIST" on the sides of the tail boom, flew over the heads of the Humans and Anthros in hiding, bringing a feeling of uncertainty and dread to both sides. Everyone knew that when that transport ship came around, the Government was at it's limits, and finally becomes desperate to find the Anthros in the area. As the craft landed near the very heart of the city, the pilot could see that the Field Commander of this operation was awaiting their arrival. When the transport made its final descent, the squad departed and the team leader, Stephen Garrett, spoke with the Commander. "Staff Sergeant Garrett, I hope we can find a smart solution to our little *problem* here in New York City. We all do not want another Ebola outbreak." The commander said, grimly, and Stephen responded to in a rather monotone and uncaring way, "I can assure you that it won't happen again, sir. But let it be known that the viciousness of the infestation in Los Angeles required and deserved the ruthlessness of my actions." "The innocent people who are bleeding out of every orifice certainly didn't." "Sir, you gotta break a few eggs to make an omelet." Stephen coldly stated, to which the Field Commander couldn't seem to find a suitable response to...
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Trish smith hopped off the transport, her M-16 held in her hands. she took up position just behind her CO Staff Sergeant Garrett. she stoically listened to him talk to his superior. the soldier scanned the area, her eye's checking every sign of movement behind her goggles and helmet.
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Yet again, he was stuck and surrounded. He heard them coming up the stairwell. Spike finished trying the knot to the trigger of the Mossberg 590 rigged to fire when the door opened. Spike looked around for an escape route. He fixed upon a vent in the ceiling. His heart was racing. He would choose death before they caught him. He pushed a desk under the vent and jumped upward and grabbed onto the grate. He ripped it from the ceiling and threw it aside. They were at the door, pounding against it with their bodies. Spike quickly jumped upward and pulled himself into the vent. He heard the sound of the stotgun go off followed by shrieking and cries of pain. He continued to crawl down the shaft into the darkness.
He finally fell from one of the grates and landed in a back alley. He got up and rubbed his head. He looked down both ends and pressed himself up against the wall at the end. He stuck his head out for a slit second and panicked. The transport had arrived. He closed his eyes and prayed they hadn't seen him. His claws dug into the brick wall and he swallowed hard, listening for any signs that he had alerted them.
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*Cat was sleeping in his usual home of a large "we can move and co." box taking in the heady scent of some catnip...... two figures moved in front of Cat blocking the sunlight* Is there a problem officers? asked cat..... *One of the officers aimed for a quick jab at cats stomach with an assault rifle* Do Riti!.... cat jumped up *a short jab too the stomach and several beatings round the head and cat was lying in the mud with pair of cuffs around his wrists and an officer treading on his sore tail*.... Duh... blood streaming from his nose and mouth...*the officers dragged cat out into the main street by his tail, here they continued to drag him along the road laughing and joking.....* Cat could do noting but look through a vision of pain up at the sky as he was dragged and scraped along by his tail*.......
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As spike continued to press himself up against the wall, he took deep breaths to calm down. They hadn't spotted him. Suddenly he heard the sound of two people laughing and joking while dragging something behind them but worst of all, nearing his position. He panicked and dived into a dumpster for cover only to have the lid slam down on his tail. He pressed his hand against his moth to muffle the scream.
"Hey what was that!?" One of the men called out.
Spike could hear them outside the dumpster. They approached to investigate. He thought fast. He pulled the 8 inch hunting knife from his his sock and readied himself to attack. From the footsteps he could only hear that one of the men were standing in front of the dumpster. As he saw a hand stuck under the lid to open it, Spike got into his attack position. The lid flipped open and Spike immediately pounced, stabbing the police officer in the throat and twisting the blade. Before the other officer had time to react, Spike threw the knife, lodging it in his eye. He they both fell to the floor dead. He quickly stepped out of the dumpster to retrieve his weapon. The sight of the beaten furry caught his attention.
"You okay, buddy?" He rushed over to help him up.
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Ughh.... * Cat gazed blurrily up through a haze of blood and pain..... he could just make out another fur above him.....* Blood, dripped from his mouth as he muttered a reply..... "yeah, thanks mate...." *Cat then passed out in the mud as the blackness crept in on him...... but he had to stay awake..........*
(cat is obviously very young for a fur, being only 16 he was caught by the evolution only a couple of weeks ago...... he lies in the mud his tail battered and his face and much of his body covered in mud, blood and bruises....)
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Spike grabbed the knife from out of the officer's face and wiped off the blood. He stood over the injured fur and looked around unsure of what to do. He sighed and picked him up, swinging him over his shoulders. "C'mon, buddy, you're comin' with me, you'll be alright." He began to walk down the alley and down more narrow paths. He came to the entrance to an old warehouse. The door was locked. Spike took a step back and kicked the door open and off it's rusty hinges. He walked inside and went up a set of stairs to the offices. He set the young fur down on an old desk and sat down against the wall, panting. He wiped the sweat off his head. he watched as his injured guest was slowly bleeding out on the table. Spike stood up and ripped off his shirt. He wiped away the blood and stood back. "I'll be right back. Hang on."
He left the crumbling office and walked down the stairs. He wandered down the corridors to find a first aid kit. He ripped it off the wall and carried it back to where the fur was. He opened the kit and began to go to work.
After finishing up the final stitches, he leaned back against the wall and removed a cigarette from his pocket. He lit up and took a few drags, satisfied with his achievement. As his patient rested, he pulled up a chair and sat next to him, staring out the window.
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Wha....? The sound of heavy breathing awoke cat...... and then every part of his body seemed ablaze........ *he gave a low moan his tail giving a slight painfull flick.....*
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Spike flinched. "Whoa! Look who's awake!" He chuckled.
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Aaagh.... *cat spat out a mouthfull of blood looking up to the fur who had saved him*......... *looking at him now he seemed much older than cat, flinching at the pain Cat looked down at his tail the blood had congealed and his fur would probably never be the same again, its strange how during a time of crisis you can bring up even the most stupidly everyday things*........ thankkss, Cats words slurred his eyes unfocussed...... whho aree yyou?
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"The name's Spike. It wasn't a problem but the only thing I regret is that I couldn't find any pain killers for you." He stood up and looked down at him. "Listen, I'm going to go find something for us to eat. I'll be back soon. Get some rest alright?"
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Ok... names Cat by the way... like the animal.... *gives a weezing laugh and then curls up on the table........*
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Spike stopped looked back from the doorway. He looked down and continued to walk down the long hallway. He thought back to when he was a young boy at Cat's age...When he was human. He continued to walk out the door he'd kicked in earlier. Smoke filled the sky from small fires burning left behind from the riots and protesters. The police and military had occupied the entire city and they were running out of places to search. As Spike walked down the lonely roads and alleyways, he had found a boarded up shop. He pried off the wood with his hands and kicked open the door. He drew his knife and slowly entered. He knew how dangerous it was to enter a condemned building which territorial furries often called home. he found dried blood on the walls, ignoring the warning and continuing inside, he walked over to the shelves and cupboards and began to quickly search. Finding and grabbing what can he saw, he heard a glass bottle clank on the floor on the other side of the room. He whipped around, his eyes, scanning for movement. He began to walk toward the exit backwards. The floor creaked behind him.
He turned around. His eyes bulged. He was staring down the barrel of a .357 magnum. The fur who held it wasn't very big and looked like a rat. In any case, this rat was packing some serious heat. "Listen, I don't want any tr-" the rat began to say. In a flash, Spike had grabbed the magnum from the hands of the rat and was now pointing it in their face. The rat froze and began to breath heavily in fear. "Neither do I." Spike replied. He walked around the rat, still pointing the weapon inches from it's face. Spike turned and ran out the door he had torn down and back into the streets.
He walked back to the warehouse and made sure he wasn't followed. he walked back to the office to check up on Cat.
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Tezztor stood up and walked around the fire, ' One might argue that it is life who left me behind itself, to rot in this hole. Fending for my life on a regular basis trying to avoid capture." he seemed to trail off momentarily, as if something was bothering him about the subject. "While being a raptor might be a true blessing, it can also be a curse. My family and loved ones didn't seem to particularly care for it. Instead they sold my hide to the government under the promise they would cure me." he suddenly got really angry and flashed his blade around. "There is no cure for what we are! They only sought to make me a weapon that they could use. At first I didn't mind being dropped into this place and doing their bidding, which usually just meant rooting out and killing resistance members. After a while though I realized I wasn't a prized member of any team, I was merely a irreplaceable asset of murder." Fumbling back and forth he finally sat down near the fire, looking her dead in the eyes, the fire dancing in his like some enraged demon. "From being disowned to being used, to being alone.... to be one of us is to truly know loss. We loose our lives, our loved ones and our sense of security as we run like wounded dogs from those that would chase us. I don't want or need pity, I just want to vent my frustration on every living thing that gets near me till there are none left. It's all I know how to do anymore."
He resigned from his speech to sharpening his blade, almost as if nothing had been said at all. Sparks flew effortlessly from the blade almost as if the very soul of the weapon were trying to escape it, repentance for all the lives it has ended. The air was at a dead still in the cave, not a sound other then the crackling fire. After what seemed an eternity he finally snapped back to life, flicking a blade out of his pocket and throwing it to her feet, sticking blade first in the ground. "Your blade, you might need that in the days to come" he said without emotion.
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Cat awoke as foosteps aproached up the stairs, wincing he dragged himself off the table and picked up a broken chairleg from the clutter of the office and stepped beside the door ready to strike any officers......
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Spike walked into the office doorway. "Hey Cat, I go us some-" He spotted Cat against the wall waiting to strike him. Spike pulled the gun from his shirt and aimed.
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Dropping the weapon cat dives for the corner cowering.....
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Spike continued to point the gun. "What was that, Cat!? You tryin to play me!?"
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God sorry!.. thought you where an officer, i really dont want to be taken by them after what they did to me........ Cat seems really scared and stays in the corner his ears over his eyes........
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Tropf took her blade from the ground and flicked it a few times as if to greet her long lost friend. It was something else besides the ring she had always kept with her, as it was another one of her companions whom was kind.. It always helped her when she needed it.. It never protested to her rash decisions. In fact, most of the time it would be in favor, and lastly, it never left her side as many others did in her life. It glinted in the light of the fire, excited to be reunited with its friend. The chameleon stood up and looked over to the exit of the cave nervously. She felt the desire to leave wash over her... But she didn't know if it were because she had had too much social interaction or if it was a fear of getting to know the raptor as a friend. She stuck the blade in her pocket and thought on it. She didn't have her food.. For some reason it had been gone when she grabbed her things. She only had a few rags with her and no place to go. "I might need to go. I vouldn't vant to impose." She said, noticing that there was no food in the cave. In reality, she didn't want to stay because the only benefit of staying was shelter.. And she could find that on her own.
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Spike pointed the gun, unsure of whether or not to believe Cat or not. His eyes narrowed and he slowly lowered the weapon. "Alright...C'mon, get up." He walked over to the table and dumped all the cans of preserved food onto the table. "This was all I could find." He continued to eye Cat. "We got...beans...beans...and SPAM. AWESOME!" He looked back at Cat, still startled by Spike's reaction.
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(sorry gotta go 4 a while....)
Cat got up warily, he twitched his tail tail twice and edged slowly towards the table so as not to startle spike....
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(not problem, see you later.)
Spike pulled out his knife and stabbed it into a can. He pryed it open and ate the beans. He gave up on watching Cat and now felt bad about sticking the canon in his face.
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Stephen and his team had finished filling up on ammunition, smoke grenades, and any stims or antidotes they would need. As they neared the exit they were halted by a security checkpoint to scan for any Weapons of Mass Destruction and remove them from the possession of the squad, especially from the hands of their relentless leader Stephen Garrett. Fortunately, they had no such items on hand, and were about to be cleared to enter the city streets.
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Tezztor looked up at her more regretting that his first social contact in years wanted to leave then anything. Though the look he gave her might of been closer to, "If you leave you will die." The social graces had long since escaped him. "There is no opposition to you staying but you may leave as you please. But you will need to find your way out of my maze." he looked back down to his knife, a long and jagged blade just as adept as cutting a path through a dense jungle as beheading his enemies. Yeah the blade was a bit overkill but one can never argue reach advantage, specifically against a seven foot raptor. Standing up he gestured to the door, "C'mon let me show you out, I'd hate to have you dying before you even get out of my territory." he said coldly as he turned and walked outside not even waiting.
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(am back... had a quick kitteh shower :P)
Cat moved over to the table sniffing the air......
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[ OOC needs to be in the OOC thread. ]
Tropf followed the raptor silently.. He had gone from somewhat open, to cold faster than she could snap her tongue at someone. She wondered if it had been due to her adverse choice to leave. She began to lay her pros and cons to leaving out in her head.. A million things were going on in her mind on top of that. She was already planning out where she was going to go.. She looked around at the maze, a bit in awe that someone could construct such a thing. "How long have you been building?" she asked.
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Spike slid the can of SPAM over to Cat. He finished off his can of beans, making a face at the taste and forcing it down. "Cat we need to hurry. They'll probably show up anytime now." He tossed the can aside and took a seat against the wall. He looked at his ripped shirt now covered with Cat's blood. He sighed ripped off a strip from it before trying it around his head and discarding the rest. Spike put on his olive drab combat jacket, did up the buttons and rolled up the sleeves.
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Cat looked down for the first time noticing that spike had ripped of his shirt and all the blood in his matted fur...... gulping down the rest of the spam cat simply ensured his catnip was safely in his poket and walked over to spike
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"Okay, Cat, Any ideas of where to next? Any means of escape from this island?" Spike crossed his arms.
Post Merge: June 17, 2009, 02:13:08 AM
Suddenly, the sound of gunfire broke the silence. The window's turned to dust, the walls exploded. "C'mon Cat. We need to go!!!" Spike ducked down and grabbed Cat's wrist, dragging him out into the hallway. The sound of dogs barking filled the warehouse as the screaming of orders from the police followed close behind. "Cease and desist!" An office called. Spike removed the magnum from his belt and turned to fire as he ran, dragging Cat along with him. The police officer dived into an office as Spike fired twice. Once at the cop, another at a charging dog, killing it and missing the officer. As gunfire riddled the outer walls of the building, Spike made a run for the fire exit. He rammed his shoulder into the door, breaking it open and they were now in the streets but covered from choppers by the buildings above.
Cat lost his footing and fell to the ground. Spike ran back and grabbed him by the back of his shirt, pulling him along. As dogs poured from the fire exit along with the fuzz, Spike fired again, hitting two officers. He and Cat ran out into the busy street where pedestrians screamed and ran from the bullets. Spike ran up to the nearest car. He pointed the gun at the human woman inside. "OUT OF THE CAR!!!" Spike smashed the window with the butt of the gun. She screamed and pulled out a small firearm from the glove box. Spike panicked and pulled the trigger. *CLICK* His jaw dropped. The woman fired her weapon, hitting Spike in the left shoulder. The woman sped away. As Spike lay on the pavement, he watched as the police caught up. He took a final look at Cat. "...Run."
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PANICK! .... the one word that described cat's thoughts at that moment....... spike pulled and dragged him, gunfire riddling the air, out the door and running to a car the smash of the window the screaming and then one gunshot......... spike crumpled before cat leaving him standing mesmorised..... "run!...." where the last words from spike..... Cat knelt before spike..... "i owe you my stupid life......." grabbed spike by the scruff of the neck, ignoring the protests from spike, cat dragged him slowly across the pavement...... bullets ricocheted from building, car and pavement...... clipping his ear with one cat dragged spike to the nearest alley and down behind a dumpster...... out of breath cat slumped aganst the wall, and ran, down the alley to the very end and leapt for a large box.... "the best i could do for him.... the best i could do... the best i could do......"
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Spike lay behind the dumpster, gripping his wounds as blood spewed from the bullet hole. As police neared with the sirens and dogs he struggled to his feet and watched as Cat disappeared down the alley. He looked back as police entered the alley pointing their guns at him. "Drop the weapon!" The screamed. Spike looked down at his right hand that gripped the .357 Magnum. He looked back at the officer and loosened his fingers, the magnum fell to the floor. As police advanced, Spike got down on his knees. A police officer slowly approached to cuff him. Spike stared into the eyes of the officer who had clearly never seen a fur this close up before and winked with a smile, showing his sharp bloody teeth. The officer froze and the K-9 units were getting agitated. "Hands over your head!" He ordered. Spike raised his right hand above his head. The police officer saw that Spike was wounded in his left shoulder. "Stand up." The officer said. Spike did as he was told and the officer came behind to cuff him. As soon as the cuffs were on, Spike was lead from the alley, people shouted, cheered, and clapped as he was thrown into the back of a police transport. The heavy door was closed behind him. "Cat, I really hope you got away." He thought to himself.
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He had to follow and save spike... wait, that was stupid, spike had sacrificed himself to save cat...... cat huddled deeper into the box his ears over his eyes..... the one person he thought he could depend on had gone..... licking his cut ear cat curled up in the box......
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(I g2g write an exam pretty soon be back later)
Spike sat in the transport as the one guard in the truck with him was shaking with fear as he applied disinfectant and bandages to Spike's wound. Spike sighed. "This your first time seeing a fur too?" The guard didn't reply. Any other guard who had see a fur before probably would have knocked Spike out by now with their gun let alone treat his wound. Spike smiled and laughed. He sat twiddling his thumbs in his lap. The guard sat back down on the bench opposite to him. Spike sat back and enjoyed the ride.
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cat woke, his mind thumping and his mouth parched....... poking his nose out first he cautiously crawled out of the box........ keeping to the edges of the alley cat scurried over to where spike had been..... nothing but a patch of blood..... giving a deep sigh cat poked his nose round the edge of the alley... no movement..... he dashed across the road to the other side, a quick drink at a water fountain and with water cascading down his blood matted fur cat whisked off down another alley........
pain racked his abdomen and tail sending cat sprawling to his knees...... pulling himself back to his feet and cat was off at a low four legged sprint, anywhere away from where IT had happened........
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The guards body fell to the ground. Spike immediately began to strip the body of keys and weapons. He looked up at his reflection of the shiny metal wall. Blood was smeared all over his face as it dripped from his jaws. He wiped his mouth his his arm doing little good. He found the key to the hand cuffs and the back door of the truck. He removed the 9mm Beretta and extra clips and tucked it into his pants. He walked over to the doors and unlocked them. They both swung open and the highway was speeding by. He jumped and rolled on impact with the cement fortunately there were no other cars to witness his escape. He stayed near the guardrail gripping his wounded shoulder as he ripped the stitches during the landing. He took off his camo jacket now soaked in the guard's bodily fluids and threw it into the woods. He stood in the pouring rain and opened his mouth to the skies. As his fur slowly began to wash of blood, he hopped over the guard rail and into the woods where he began his run. Even though he was out of Manhattan, he needed to rescue Cat.
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cat stopped panting to get his breath back........ climbing up a fire exit he crawled through into the supermarket beyond...... the click of his claws on the polished lino seemed incredibly loud... retracting his claws cat quietly made his way down the aisles in the near darkness.......
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Now wearing nothing more than his woodland camo pants, his combat boots and his dog tags, Spike trotted through the woods and finally reached a clearing. It was a farm, completed with a large red barn. He panted, "good enough for me." He began to walk through the corn field, his fur still matted with mud and dried blood. He was soaked and until recently had it stopped raining. He passed the cattle and pens of pigs and figured it was a bad idea to "borrow one" despite his hunger. Spike had lost track of time as night was already setting in. He reached the barn and opened a crack in one of the doors before poking his head inside. Spike opened it the rest of the way and stepped inside. As silently as he could, he found one of the open stalls filled with hay. He collapsed, and everything went black.
Post Merge: June 18, 2009, 04:48:27 AM
Spike opened his eyes to the beaming sunlight shining though the crack in the wood. He sat up and looked around before he inspected his wound which wasn't looking too bad as the blood was clotted. There was a creak in the barn door entrance. He immediately got to his feet and pressed himself up to the stall boards. There were footsteps. Spike swallowed and slowly gripped the gun at his waist.
"Come on, Billy!" A young voice called belonging to a little girl not older than 6 or 7. Spike stood frozen in his position. The way he looked, there was no getting out of this one smoothly. Another pair of footsteps joined with hers as they ran into the barn. "Wait up, Lucy!" The voice of an older young boy, maybe 11 or 12, called out in response. They both laughed and played in the hay stacks at the front doors. Spike loosened his grip on the gun and listened as they played. He remained in the shadows, watching their every movement. After a little while, he knew no one else would be joining them. He continued to listen and watch.
"Hey what's that!" The boy called out. Spike's heart skipped a beat. He looked down. The tip of his orange and white tail was sticking out of the stall and in the light. He grimaced. "Great...exposed." he thought to himself. Spike could hear the boy approaching slowly. He began to think about how he would go about doing this. Like the sadistic wild animal that he was? Calm and professional? Scared? Kids liked discovering weird things, right? He knew. He backed up into a corner and heard the kids gasp as they witness the tail move. Just as anticipated, the boy continued forward too engrossed by curiosity. Spike continued to hide in the darkest corner of the stall when the boy appeared near the gate. Spike whimpered and whined from the shadows. "Yes, give them the power of control. Do not scare them." Spike thought to himself. "It's okay...We won't hurt you." Billy said as he stepped forward. Spike backed up even more and continued to whine. "C'mon out, boy." Billy pressed on. Lucy ran up behind him. "Maybe he's hungry." She suggested. She reached into her pocket, removed a large chocolate chip cookie, and held it out to Spike. Like a dog, Spike sniffed it first. He slowly came forward, crouched. His muzzle came out the shadows and gently grabbed the cookie in his large jaws. The children watched on in awe. Spike decided it was time for him to show himself, and he slowly came out of hiding inch by inch. They looked at his blood matted fur which covered his face and chest. He stared at them in a non threatening position. Spike opened his mouth. The kids stared on. "...You kids got any more cookies?" He asked with a smile. They gasped. "COOL!!!"
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picking up a bag from the aisle he looked down the clothes aisle... no matter how much he rather dispised clothes he needed to blend in...... taking a dark scarf and tying it round his muzzle..... puting on full length jeans and, once he had retracted his claws, slid on a pair of trainers.... slipping on a grey hoodie he pulled the hood up over his ears......craming the bag with food and water cat slid out the supermarket and set off at a slow pace down the street.....
seeing a cafe down the street cat caved in to the idea, of just once in his life, being able to just sit at a cafe and have a cup of coffee without people staring....... walking to the chairs and tables outside on the pavement cat sat down away from the other ocupants.... as the waiter walked over to his table cat kept his head down.... "and what would you like sir?" ...... trying to keep the feline growl out of his voice cat replied... cup o coffee please...... "yes sir" walking back into the cafe cat tried to position himself so he wasnt sitting on his sore tail....... walking back out the waiter brought a cup of tea and milk.......
thanks...... cat picked up the newspaper on the table and held it so it covered his face.... pulling down the scarf over his muzzle he breathed in the scent of the coffee.... taking a sipp he almost choked.... spluttering cat poured the coffee surreptitiously down the nearby drain.... instead he downed the creamy milk licking his chops he pulled the scarf over his muzzle and, making sure his tail was still down his trouser leg, dropped the few coins he had in his pocket on the table and set off down the road...... "don't know what all the fuss was about with this coffee, i'd take catnip any day"....
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"You ready?" Billy asked. Spike nodded. He was instantly splashed with freezing water as the kids sprayed him with the hose outside behind the barn. "Soap!" Spike called. Lucy tossed him a bar and he began to wash. The water ran red as it slid off his body. Moments later, Billy shut off the valve. Spike stood there dripping wet. He got down on all fours and shook out his fur before he stood back up and had Lucy toss him a towel. As he wiped himself down, Billy handed him his clothes from off the line. Spike smiled. "Thank you." As he slid on the camo pants, Lucy came up and stuck out her hand, his dog tags clanking as they hung. Spike smiled and placed them around his neck. "So what now?" Billy asked as Spike bent down to tie his boot laces. Spike remained silent for a moment. "I leave for the city." He replied as he tied his other boot. "But it's blocked off. How will you get in?" Billy interjected. Spike shrugged. "I'll figure that part out when I need to."
Spike walked back into the barn. He found the stall the kids had found him in and dug around in the hay. He found the gun he'd hid and slipped it back into his pants. As he walked out of the barn doors, he looked over to Billy and Lucy. Lucy ran up and hugged him around his legs, pressing her face up against his fur. "Bye bye, Spike." Spike gave a light smile. "Thank you both." He said. "Will we ever see you again?" Billy asked. Spike thought for a moment. "Perhaps." Lucy finally released her grip and took a few steps back. "Wait!" Lucy yelled as Spike turned to leave. She pulled out another cookie, bigger than the last and handed it to him. Spike smiled. He walked back and took it from her. "Good bye." He said as he took a bite out of it and began his walk back into the forest.
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stop, you!..... the sound of a voice startled cat ready to jump to either side someone caught up with him and grabbed his shoulder... spinning round cat saw the waiter holding the change in his hand..... "you look hard up, that one was on the house...... he held out the change, cat extended his arm and that was when he noticed... his furred hands and claws.... the waiter dropped the change each coin clanking onto the pavement....... cat turned and ran down the alley....... STOP!.... the cry came from behind cat stopped at the end of the alley looking dead straight at the waiter standing there... he had picked up the change....... walking over, cat growled...... the waiter stopped and handed the change over to cat.... "take it...... run, and dont stop....dont try to get out...... just hide" the waiter turned and walked back to the cafe..... cat stood stunned, looking at the change in his hand like it was treasure.......... he turned and walked to the end of the alley, and continued walking, the words still reverberating in his head........run, the same as spikes last word................