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Post by Deleted on May 17, 2008 21:18:04 GMT -5
Dust filled the hybrid's lungs, making her choke and cough. Her head felt light and her brown wings were sticky and hot from being under her coat. They were so stiff it was painful for the first few seconds of stretching.
It felt good- not having to face the burning sun, or the expectant eyes of Kail or Buttercup. To sum it up, Mint Frost felt free.
Mint flopped back on a gray chair, and submitted herself to figure out what color it used to be. The tag was to faded to make out a thing, but it did indeed seem brownish. Grass poked through spaces in the dirt. A faint smell of mold and toadstools made the wind unreadable.
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Post by Crone (NC113F) on May 18, 2008 22:02:17 GMT -5
Experiment NC113F wrinkled his nose as an overwhelming scent of stale human sweat and a variety of smells he had never tasted before washed over him. It was awful. How Crone loved being free, and hated the others that were free at the same time.
He moved nearer the smell, the old ruins, in a terrifying animalistic manner. Despite the fact that he was physically a humanoid, by the way he moved, it was hard to tell. The movement of his hips and shoulders-- the way his spine swayed-- if it weren't for the olive skin and the fact that he was walking crouched on two legs-- no one would have known the difference.
The scent came from a dillapatated building not far ahead. It seemed, for the most part abandoned. The perfect hiding place for an escaped experiment. NC113F decided, then and there, that he could check. Fusionist had asked him to round up loose experiments, (especially Emmy, he reminded himself) and to bring them in. Luckily, the mad doctor hadn't said when to bring them in, or in which order. But, it wouldn't hurt his case to take in an avian or something.
Vaguely, he wondered how the humans of Hampton were able to live without realizing people like Crone stalked the forests and surrounding areas on a regular basis.
More silent than the dead, he continued toward the building, entering the gaping hole that was once a door. Inside, the building had a thicker taste, and the hybrid didn't like it. He didn't like it at all. Still, he pushed forward through the maze of crumbling walls and rooms.
When Crone was about to turn around and return to the outside world, he rounded suddenly upon a winged hybrid-- exactly what he had been looking for. It was ironic that he found her when he hadn't been looking. But it was best not to dalley in such situations. Almost as quickly as he had stumbled on to her, he sprang toward her, hoping to pin her down so she couldn't escape.
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Post by Deleted on May 19, 2008 19:19:41 GMT -5
She hadn't seen it coming. A second to late, she sprang from the chair and felt the claws of the hybrid rake her side, and down her wing. She pulled her talons free of her pockets, but they would be measily defense against this hybrid.
A wave of confusion flooded her. It could take her several moments to get out of the Ruins, and anyway- it probably could smell her. The fact all the Chimera agents were sprinting around made her uneasy. A moment ago she'd wanted to get away, but not like this.
She shivered, her heart beat making her wound, deeper than she'd realized, throbb and sting. The ceiling in this particular area wasn't very high, and Mint made a brief attempt to fly, but there was no wind, no lift. She scraped a talon to the wall, as if to sharpen it.
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Post by Crone (NC113F) on Oct 7, 2008 23:04:28 GMT -5
When the grotesque, black things NC113F had the audacity to call finger nails ripped through the avian female's flesh, Crone let out a sigh, and his lips twintched ever so slightly to form a sick smile. It was such a wonderful feeling-- to be free like this. To cut and tear and, through doing this, make the world a better place. The olive skinned hybrid clung to the avian the best he could, wondering vaguely if she could lift him off the ground. It was possible. Avians were supposed to be strong for their size and stature. Were they as strong as he was? He doubted it. There was only one who had ever matched him. And she had escaped. He'd find her though. No sense in turning down this one in the process though.
His grip didn't hold, and he fell to the ground-- landing, true to his feline nature, on his feet. Did this birdie think she could fly away so easily? If NC113F was one to laugh, he would be right now. He was an alpha for a reason. Though he hadn't escaped like this one had, he had made a bargain, and unlike this one, he would remain free. He would remain free, or he would be dead.
She scraped her talons on the wall, and he wondered if it was supposed to be intimidating-- because it wasn't at all. Bunching his muscles once again, he leapt at the avian-- hoping to pin her to the ground. [/blockquote] |
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Post by Mariel Moon on Oct 8, 2008 9:39:02 GMT -5
(sorry, I have to post as this account right now.)
Mint ground her teeth in pain, gaining altitude once more. How high could this cat jump? It was certainly bigger than the one she'd fought off from Buttercup last year. A chill ran down her spine. He was smiling?! The roof was probably not to high for him to reach her at.
Shock contorted her features, as she dived to the side of the suddenly lunging hybrid. His claws cut into her leg as she rolled around and broke into a run. How could she out run a... what? Big cat hybrid? She might as well have tried to out fly a plane. Mint's thoughts flickered, thinking about what was happening to others of her coven.
She knew she would tire soon. This place was a maze. Stressing this was making her think recklessly. The hybrid glaced from side to side. What can I use to my advantage?
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