Snippet #1882987

Vitane shifted in her bed, rolling herself over half way asleep, but the pain in her back was growing. She lowered her eyebrows at this. Her bed was temperpedic, meant to help her injury rather than worsen it and this matress felt oddly like something that she would think would be kept inside a prison. She mumbled something unintelligable and let her eyes slowly flutter open, her eyebrows still knit together in unision. She grimaced at the blinding light that scorched her vision and she scrunched them closed again before letting her eyes get adjusted to it. She hissed, her neck moving her head one way then the other to find herself in a tiny cell room, a door opposite of her from this horrid thing that someone referred to as a bed.
She immediately stood, the movement abrupt, yet graceful. Her eyes averted from the opening in the door to the ground. She already didn't like this and her eyes were never raised in the slightest. If anyone had seen her, they would have thought she had been enraged by the scowl on her face. She let out a low growl, which surprised herself. At home she tended to make animalistic noises naturally, but this sounded legitimate. Like she actually had the vocal chords that could emit an actual sound of a beast.
She sighed and looked all around her, trying to find something distinct about where she was held, but the only other thing above her besides the God awful strobe of a light was an intercom speaker. Still looking at it in disgust, she bounced back a bit when it began spitting out words.
"Specimens?" She snarled, coming to see that she was suited in all white and she was even more disheartened. Of all things it had to be white? What was wrong with black? She lived and breathed in dark clothes and this was just too much for her. She needed a ciggarette. Now.
She had listened, partially to the continuing male above her and when he said something about being imprisoned a pang of worry flooded through her but it did not show on her face. She inhaled a deep breath and let it out slowly, scoffing when he mentioned that her and whoever else was trapped with her were abominations. Whoever this guy was, she already wanted to get her hands on his neck and tear into his jugular with her teeth.
She stopped herself mid-thought. Why was she thinking such vile things? Now her brows were placed in a curious kind of curiosity but they never releaved themselves from staying brought together. At the thought of her teeth, her tounge passed over them and her eyes shot open wide. Instead of smooth, flat gnashers, her entire mouth was overfilled with sharp, small, pointed fangs. She was so confused now. What had actually happened? She needed to know or she would go crazy. Immediately after learning that her teeth had been replaced somehow, she began to pace. Hopefully it would relieve the overwhelming feeling inside of her.
She shuddered when the guy above - whom she had decided to deem the nickname "creep" - added that there would be not fathomable way to escape without going through a lot. Her mind was racing and all she wanted was a tobacco product in her mouth. It would calm her nerves and she would actually be able to focus on one thing, rather then just rage and stay angry at creep.
Her impecible ears twitched and it felt odd to her, she looked up as if thinking she would see them and caught the slightest flash of orange.
"The fuck?" She reached up quickly and her eyes widened, as well as her mouth now as her fingertips met the soft fur of a fox. A light nick hit her ear and she stretched her hand out in front of her to see the tiniest black nails proceeding from her fingers, rather than her black painted nails.
This was just getting weirder and weirder for Vitane, but the hits just kept coming one after the other. She decided to completely observe herself, since she had missed a couple of major details an found that she had a long, fluffy, tail of orange and white. She shook her head, not even wanting to touch it. She was slightly beginning to believe the whole "abomination" fiasco.
Tiny beads of sweat began forming on her forehead and temples and she wiped them away with her sleeve before fanning her face with both clawed hands.
Her attention was directed towards the door when her ears were picking up new voices, but they were muffled. The other's that creeper had said about must be around her as well. Her eyebrows hardly lifted at the fact that she was not the only one suffering. She still had compassion for the others going through the same agony as herself, but the idea of her being alone sounded much more frightening, although if you asked, Vitane never would have admitted it.
Her ears perked towards her left where she heard the smallest voice. It was a meek, almost unaudible tone, but she could easily her the female. She must have been placed right next to her because everyone else was a bit harder to understand. Especially since they all were screaming about where they were and whatnot.
Her head turned around as she heard a name being used on the other side of the wall. She scoffed again and sauntered over towards the other wall, leaning her back against it and examining her nails before replying, "Pretty sure we all just wanted to lay in their comfortable beds for a night. I'll be checking out in the morning." Vitane sighed and lifted herself off of the wall to head to the other side. She knocked on the concrete, unsure if it would be heard, but it was worth a shot.
"You okat in there?" She asked the other girl. Something about her made her want to take care of her. Just the light and insisting voice while her other neighbor seemed like asking the obvious stupid question which the fox-girl looked down upon with a light snicker.