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Vidra Furz

"I just... I don't understand."

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a character in “Escaping Hybrids”, as played by Starlight77

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❝Must we all fight? Can’t we just all hang out together and swim or something? ❞
Username: Starlight77
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|| Madness || Muse ||




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“Don’t judge me before you know me.”



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Nickname
Vidra || “Otter” in Bulgarian.
Fuzzball || It’s the nickname some of the scientists gave her.
Vida || A scientists mispronounced her name once, and she kinda likes it. It means “Dearly beloved” in Hebrew.

Age
19

Gender
Female

Sexuality
Pansexual

Race
Enhydra lutris, Sea Otter

Success Rate
68%

Face Claim
Mio Akiyama || K-On!




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“I wonder if… if anyone will ever think I’m pretty…”



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Hair Color
Black

Eye Color
Gray

Skin Tone
Light, Pale

Height
5’5’’

Weight
164 Pounds

Physical Description
The Normal || Like the creature she was mixed with, most people she comes in contact with think she is absolutely adorable. Her frame is small and frail in appearance; like you could snap her easier than you could snap a twig. She has wide, innocent eyes that are the color of a stormy sky. Her hair is long, reaching her lower back, and is extremely thick and soft, despite her lack of products. Her skin is pale, which isn’t surprising how little sun she is exposed to.
The Strange || Vidra may appear normal at first glance, but if you touched her, you’d be quite surprised. Her entire body is coated in a layer of downy fur that keeps her whole body warm even at the coldest of temperatures. On her arms, legs, and neck the fur thins out slightly and turns blonde, making it almost impossible to see. However, her torso and upper legs have much darker, almost black fur. Sprouting from her tailbone is a long, thick, otter tail that almost reaches the ground when she’s standing. Her canines are longer than the average person, but not so much so that it's noticeable when she’s talking. She has retractable claws on each of her fingers. Her toes are webbed and her fingers are partially.





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“What did they say I was for? Water reconnaissance? Something like that.”



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It’s very easy for Vidra to fall in love with people, so it probably won’t be long until she finds someone new to crush on.

Skills

Swimming || Vidra can swim faster than any other human.
Firearms || Due to the fact that she’s not a very physically strong mutant, she was trained in the use and maintaining of firearms.
Intelligence || Otters are very intelligent creatures, and Vidra inherited that. She learns quickly, and is very quick witted.
Reconnaissance || Since all of her senses are heightened, she’s small, and she’s agile; she’s best at avoiding the fight and finding out information.
Combat || Vidra may be small and more reconnaissance based, but she can still hold her own in a fight. She tends to play more on the defense, letting her attacker tire themselves out before she goes in for the kill.

Abilities
Cold Resistance || Due to all of the fur on her body, Vidra can withstand freezing temperatures.
Powerful Jaw || Her sharp teeth and jaw strength give her the ability to bite through bone.
Larger Lung Capacity || Otters can hold their breath for over 5 minutes, and since humans are about three times the size of otters, Vidra can hold her breath for more than 15 minutes. Not to mention, her nose and ears seal shut underwater.
Tail || Her tail adds an extra 20 pounds to her body. It can essentially be used as a weapon. Getting smacked upside the head with it is not pleasant. Her tail also helps her swim extremely fast.
Heightened Senses || Her sense of smell and hearing are heightened drastically, but her eyesight is by far the strongest. She can see in the dark almost perfectly, along with underwater. Also, when underwater, she can sense vibrations caused by movement.
Buoyancy || Because she has so much air in her fur, Vidra just floats.



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“I’m different, like everyone else in this facility.”



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Other
N/A

Habits

    Floating || Vidra spends almost all of her time in the water, and because of this, she generally just floats around on her back.
    Clinging || When she sleeps or just feels like she needs comfort, Vidra will cling to the nearest thing. Because of the fact that she gets too anxious to sleep if she’s not clinging to something, the scientists give her water-retardant stuffed animals.
    Eating || Like most of the other hybrids, Vidra needs to eat a lot to have the energy to sustain herself. She absolutely adores seafood, and can eat more than 20 pounds in one sitting.

Likes
    The Cold || Because of all of her fur, she gets very uncomfortable in warm climates. She’s most comfortable in the cold.
    Seafood || If you ever want Vidra to do something, offer her seafood. She loves clams, scallops, fish, shrimp, crabs, lobster… anything. She eats quite a bit of it every day.
    Cuddles || Vidra will cuddle with almost anything or anyone, as long as they’re willing.

Dislikes
    The Heat || As explained earlier, Vidra hates the heat.
    Violence || Vidra is no pacifist, but if violence can be avoided, she would rather go that route.
    Betrayal || There isn’t anything Vidra hates more than betrayal.


Strengths
    Peace || Vidra is fantastic at using her cunning and speech skills to stop fights. That and her big, wide, puppy-dog eyes.
    Reconnaissance || She’s a scout, not a fighter.
    Swimming || The tail really helps.

Weaknesses
    Lack of Water || Vidra is most comfortable in the water.
    Needles || She despises and fears needles, which makes sense considering all of the needles that have been stabbed into her in the past.
    Head || Otters naturally have a higher body temperature and thick fur to compensate for the cold, so when it gets too toasty, Vidra gets fatigued very easily.




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“Don’t worry about it.”



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Personality
{ | Kind | Gentle | Playful | Social | Jumpy | Cowardly | }

Vidra is one of the kindest people you will ever meet. She’s tender and loving with everyone; constantly putting people before herself. She always tries to consider other people’s feelings before doing anything. She adores being with others and just talking, socializing. However, because this option generally doesn’t present itself very often, Vidra is generally depressed. And because of her craving for social interaction, she constantly talks off the ear of all of her scientists. Vidra’s level of kindness can be akin to that of the naivety of a child. And going with that childlike attitude is the desire for some sort of parental figure. She clings to certain people, especially those she quickly develops a bond with. When those people are taken from her, she’s practically ruined mentally.

In most dangerous situations, Vidra tends to panic and flee if she has no directions of orders. Especially in surprising situations. She generally clings to the parental figure she develops, and looks to them for help. Without that figure, she freezes and won’t move until she’s either forced or given direction.

When not in a socially deprived or dangerous situation, Vidra is very playful, and constantly talking. She can’t stand socially awkward situations, and will talk as much as possible to get out of one. If she finds that she can’t, she’ll once again cling to her parental figure.




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“I could have it worse… Right?”



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History
To no one’s surprise, Vidra is a fan favorite in the lab. She’s got no temper, she’s adorable, and she follows orders. Scientists have been known to fight over getting to work with her.

Of course, there have been the occasionally instances of abuse; a couple of male scientists have actually tried to have their way with her. Most have been stopped in time, but some of them have gotten pretty far, and because of the fact that she freezes when in danger, she wasn’t able to defend herself. These incidents have left her an emotionally defensive person, especially in regards to men.

Some people argue that since Vidra is just reconnaissance, her job is much easier. But that is quite the contrary. She goes into the field with no knowledge of her surroundings. Given maybe a small, silenced pistol, she has to make sure that the area of operations is safe enough for the other hybrids to work in. This has lead her into doing her fair share of killing, along with disabling land mines, underwater mines, and bombs.

Other than her missions and those perverted men, Vidra lives a relatively calm life. But I feel as if that’s going to change soon.



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“Wh-what’s happening?!”

“Alright Vidra, wakey-wakey. It’s time for breakfast!”

The feminine, gentle voice awoke Vidra from her deep sleep. She stretched where she was floating on the water, letting out a quiet squeak. Like most of the other marine hybrids, Vidra had a large pool in her habitat. Well, at least that’s what she assumed. In fact, most of the other enclosure was untouched by the girl; she really enjoyed being in the water more than anything else in the world. “It’s morning already? But I’m tired…” She whined, giving the scientist her best puppy pout.

The woman let out a playful chuckle as she set down the large bucket she had been carrying with her. “I know you’re tired, but you need to eat breakfast. I got your favorite, scallops, shrimp, and some raw clams!”

Vidra immediately perked up. Arching her back, she dove downwards and backwards under the water. When she resurfaced, she was at the edge of the pool.

“What happened to being tired?” The scientist taunted, a smile on her face. Vidra just responded by opening her mouth and sticking her tongue out. “Ah ah ah, you know the drill. You have to answer some questions first.”

“Ughhh, fine, fine.” She pushed off the edge of the pool so she was floating on her back in the middle of the pool. “First question.”

The woman reached into the bucket, pulling out a large piece of shrimp. “Full name.”

“Vidra Furz, otherwise known as Experiment 14, Vida, and Fuzzball.”

“Good.” She tossed the shrimp forward, which Vidra snapped out of the air, eating it in one bite. The scientist pulled out a thick, juicy scallop that made Vidra’s mouth water. “Next question. What species’ DNA codes to you have?”

“I am a combination of human, Homo sapien, and Sea Otter, Enhydra lutris.”

“Very good, fuzzball.” And another piece of food was tossed at Vidra that was snatched out of the air and quickly eaten. While she was chewing, the lights suddenly went out in the room. Vidra let out a small shriek and quickly sung most of her body under the water for cover.

“Wh-what’s happening?” Vidra shouted, her body beginning to shake.

“I… I don’t know. Stay calm, we probably just blew a fuse or something. I’ll be right back.” She listened to the sound of heels clicking off in the distance.

With a whine, Vidra sunk below the water. She curled up into a ball and sat at the bottom of the tank. All she could hear was the blood pounding in her ears. She squeezed her eyes shut, just trying to block off the world. Eventually her lungs began to desire precious oxygen. Just as she was about to surface, she heard a soft voice. Well, the voice itself wasn’t soft. It was harsh and cruel, but she could barely hear it through the water. She tried to make out what he was saying… “Come out… Arm up”? Was that it?

Regardless, Vidra still needed air to breathe. She plucked up what courage she had and kicked off the ground, surfacing moments later. “Get out of the water right now! Keep your hands where I can see them!” The loud shout made Vidra let out a nervous cry, which was only responded with another shout of orders. Her entire pool was surrounded by a dozen men, all of which were pointing guns at her.

“O-ok! I’m going!” Slowly, Vidra paddled toward the edge. She cautiously pulled herself out of the water. Once she was out, it was easy to see her knees shaking. She put her hands on the top of her head. Before she could even ask what was going on, there was a sharp pain in the back of her neck. The world turned back as her head connected with the ground.




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Vidra Furz's Story

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It really was just like any other morning. The day was still pretty early so there were tints of red laced within the wispy white clouds. Thanks to the marriage between science and technology, a behemoth of an airship hovered in the azure sky. The airship itself was one of kind as there were very few of its size in the market. Only a few governments had them, and even fewer had more than one. The airship had just passed the Rocky Mountains from the west and was entering the Great Plains area. Even from this height, you still couldn’t see past the horizon unless you had a telescope. Within the confines of the hunk of metal were a variety of personnel, scampering about inside to get things done. Amongst the personnel was a single figure who stood out from the others. Not because he was different but because he was the reason they all had jobs. He was the mastermind behind of what was soon to become, quite possibly, his greatest disaster.

The man himself could be seen walking through a corridor. All his children, as he liked to think of them as, were all lined up on either side of the hall. Each one had their own container to wake up in, if they woke up that is. A few had put up a fight when the soldiers came to gather them and so they were put under a much heavier sedative than the rest. “Dr. Warren? Should you be here right now?” the soft voice came from a woman of a small stature. She held her clipboard close to her chest as if clutching it closer would provide her some kind of comfort. Does she expect it to embrace her in return? Dr. Warren was not a man who saw worth in those who sought comfort in inanimate objects. The only comfort he had was in watching his “children” grow to be the very things he had hoped they’d be. Dangerous. Cunning. Beautiful and most important of all, none of them had unravelled however now wasn’t the time to get all sentimental. There was still a question that he needed to answer.

“Why shouldn’t I be here Ms. Dalia? These are my children after all. I’d like to see them one last time before you lot put them down. All that research and work. Down the drain. And for what? They were getting a little more aggressive than those suits would have liked them to? Give me a break. I made them for that very purpose. The dumb bastards don’t even know what they’re throwing out, do they?” he glared at the many containers and for a moment Ms. Dalia was glad she wasn’t on the receiving end. Unfortunately, as if reading her thoughts, Dr. Warren’s harsh gaze flicked over to the small woman. She flinched at how cold it was but didn’t back down. A smirk then crept onto Warren’s face and he shook his head. “My apologizes there. We’re not friends so it was rather rude of me to have angrily ranted to you. If you’ll excuse me, I doubt my children wish to see me in their final hour.”

While he did apologize, it really didn’t seem like he did. Ms. Dalia cursed under her breath. She honestly hated working for the man. He was just too arrogant for his own good. “And it’s Dr. Dalia for your information.” She said whispering to herself. The small woman looked down at her clipboard at the list of the eight hybrids that were to euthanized in the next hour. The eight of them filled the corridor. Four on her right which consisted of the bear, the racoon, the heron and the gecko? She looked back down at her sheet and then at the hybrid himself. “Hmm he’s quite handsome. What a shame you weren’t born human like the rest of us.” She didn’t bother keeping her thoughts to herself since none of the hybrids had woken up yet. All of their vitals were displayed on the monitors that were placed on the right hand side of their containers. Any way. Dr. Dalia then looked to her left. The four containers there held the lion, the bat, the otter, and the owl? “What the hell? How is she an owl? She has green hair!? My goodness. They really need to work on getting out those kinks.” she said, shaking her head in disappointment.

Finishing up her rounds, a trio of other scientists came around. They too were tasked with doing inspections although they each two hybrids to inspect. “Have they woken up yet?” an older man asked. He kept his bright red hair cut short and he also wore glasses. “Hmm doesn’t look like it yet.” came another reply from a much taller woman with ample breast and long black hair. “Oh! Hey look that one is starting to get up. I call dibs and their buddy next to them!” This time it came from a younger fellow with shoulder length blonde hair and a killer smile. He stood in front of the bear and the racoon. The older man soon followed suit when he saw that there were more hybrids waking up. He claimed the lion and the bat. The voluptuous woman got the gecko and heron while the shorter woman, Dr. Dalia was stuck with the otter and owl. She had hoped she could get the gecko since he was a good looking specimen but it seemed like the world was against her.

Most of the Hybrids were getting up around the same time as each other, give or take a few minutes. Each doctor, or scientist really, asked them questions like what they’ve last eaten, how they felt, if they’d attempt to get out and how they’d go about doing it, things of that nature. Some of them even asked what their measurements were or other personal things. After questioning them for about forty minutes straight, they each received a notification. Most of them made sure none of the Hybrids could see what was displayed on their tablets but it wouldn’t be all too surprising if one or two of them caught a glimpse. “Well it looks like it’s about time we say our goodbyes right sweet heart? Shame you couldn’t be human. I’d just eat you right up Mr. Gecko.” the older woman, Dr. Evla, grinned at him.

Just as they were wrapping up their notes a red light flashed. The alarms didn’t go off for another second but it was like everything was moving in slow motion any way and suddenly the alarms were blaring and the red lights kept flashing. The doctors seemed confused. They looked at each other trying to figure out their next course of action but it would seem that small moment was one that led to their demise. Dr. Elva saw it first. A dark figure only illuminated by the flashing lights. It slowly approached them before it charged at the group of humans. One was thrown against the gecko’s container, two stumbled to the floor while the last remaining doctor was flung backwards. A sickening crack could be heard from his head slamming into the ground and he didn’t move but the mysterious figure did.

It seemed to disregard the remaining scientist and instead walked over to a large metal box. Opening it, revealed a lever with the words Capsule Release at the top. The figure looked over its shoulder at them briefly as if questioning whether it should pull the lever or not. Turning its head back, it finally did and all the capsules that contained the Hybrids fell through the floor. One of the scientists ended up falling through the opening before it had closed. Whether they were rescued or ended up like a pancake wasn’t something that mattered to this figure. All that mattered was their freedom but now it was time that it left. The capsules themselves should have crash landed by now. It was unlikely that they’d all land in one spot but the majority would be close enough that a little bit of walking couldn’t fix. Then again a couple of them may have been unlucky enough to have been the outliers of the whole group.

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Leon's vision blurred as he tried his best to wake up. He could hear voices, but he just couldn't make out any words. It was all just white noise to him. He tried to look up, to see who was talking but he just didn't have the strength to lift up his head. But he manage to get one glance at one of the doctors that were talking, it was Dr. Warren. And then it all went black once more as he went unconscious. But this time he wouldn't remain unconscious for too long. Leon's eyes shot open as he jolted up.

He glared at the doctors that surrounded him, and the other hybrids doomed to the same fate as him. He looked like a predator staring at it's prey, he was a lion eyeing a gazelle. Leon got up, and stumbled towards the glass. "LET ME OUT YOU SONS OF BITCHES! I KILL EVERY LAST ONE OF YOU BASTARDS!" He roared as he pounded on the glass. "I'M GONNA RIP YOUR DAMN SPINE OUT OF YOUR ASSHOLE, AND MAIL EACH INDIVIDUAL VERTEBRA TO YOUR FAMILY MEMBERS STARTING WITH YOUR GRANDMOTHER!" He continued to roar, and growl as he pounded against the glass to no avail, it wasn't budging anytime soon.

It wasn't before long that a doctor approached him, a older looking man. "Mr. Leon Cassidy correct? Leon, fitting." The old man greeted him as he took a seat in front of his container. "I'm gonna kill you! I'll gonna rip your heart out of your chest, and make you watch as I eat it!" He growled at the scientist. "Now, now. Let us try to be civil shall we? I have several questions I'm supposed to ask you." The scientist stated in calm, and collected manner. "You can try, the only answer you'll get is me ripping out your jugular!"

"So let's get started. How are you feeling?" The doctor asked. Leon merely growled in response. "Patient....feeling....anger." The doctor jotted down on a clipboard. "What, and when was the last time you ate?" A sly grin crossed Leon's face. "Yo momma last night!" He smirked followed by a chuckle. "Patient....refuses.....answer. Are you planning on escaping? And how would you go about that?" Leon laughed in response. "I'm gonna rip you all in half, and drown your children in your blood! That's how I'm gonna get out of here! I'm gonna kill you all, and save that bastard Warren for last! I'll hunt down every last person you ever said hello to down, and rip out their hearts!"

"Patient...violent. Let us talk about your sister, Ariel correct? Another fitting name for a lion hybrid wouldn't you agree?" Leon glared daggers at the man, growing much more tense. "Shut your damn mouth! I'll rip your tongue out, and shove it down your colon!" Leon roared. "Hmm, touchy subject is it? Tell me, do you blame yourself for your sister's accident, and death? From my understanding you were the more capable fighter. You were stronger, and faster, so what happened?"

"Shut up." Leon merely responded. "You and your sister were always so close, tell me, how did it feel when you learned she was dead?" The doctor continued to push. "Shut up." Leon responded once again, but with his voice growing louder. "How did the disappointment feel after you carried your nearly dead sister on your back, when you yourself was half blinded, across miles of desert only for her to die?" He continued to push. "Shut up!" Leon yelled as he slammed his fist into the wall. "Do you wish it was you that had died instead of her?"

"I said SHUT UP! She's not dead! You here me you old bastard! She's not dead! I'm gonna find what hole you assholes put her in, and I'm gonna kill every last one of you to do so!" He roared at the doctor, tears verging on his eyes. "That should be enough for now. It was very....enlightening Mr. Cassidy." And with that Leon slumped down into the corner of his cell, just staring at the ground. What was he going to do now? How was he going to get out of this one? He had to do something. If not for himself then for Ariel.

And then it happened, there saving grace. Red flashing warning lights flashed as the scientists were thrown around by some dark figure. He got up, and approached his cell wall, trying to get a glimpse of what was rescuing them. Or so he thought. His eyes widened when the figure approached the capsule release lever. "Wait! Just let us out! Don't pull that lever!" Leon demanded as he slammed his palm on the glass. But it was no use, the figure had already decided to pull the lever, and it did so.

As the cage plummeted to the ground Leon was thrown around the cell like a pinball, bouncing off the walls, floor, and ceiling. It wasn't to long before the capsule crashed into the ground. Leon crawled out of the container, all battered, and bruised. His vision was growing blurry, and then he saw her. A familiar figure to him. She had long blonde hair, golden eyes, and a small stature. No mistaking, it was Ariel. "Ari...." He groaned as he reached out his hand. But when he closed his eyes she was gone. Just a hallucination. Leon then slammed his fist into the ground. "Dammit! Dammit! Dammit! I'm gonna find you! I'm not gonna stop! I'll never stop!" He then proceeded to let out a thunderous, lion-like roar that echoed around.

Leon got himself up, and looked down at his hands. They were all bloody, with many shards of glass stuck in his hand. He let out a big sigh. He had to take these things out. Leon then proceeded to take out the shards of glass, trying to endure the pain as he threw the shards on the ground. Once the last one was out he let out a relieved sigh. He untucked his grey shirt, and ripped the bottom off of it to bandage up his hands.

Leon sniffed the air, he thought he should find some of the others, see if anyone else survived. Though he was confident that some of them survived, especially the polar bear Ursel. She was a tough cookie, wouldn't go down that easily. He then caught the scent of one of them nearby. As he walked around he tripped on a rock, and stumbled down a small hill, making him even more sore than he already was. He laid on the ground on his back, and let out a loud sigh. "Dammit Leon! You're better than this!" He chastised himself as he got back up.

He continued to follow the scent until he came across a girl, Asha he thinks. That's what one of the scientist called her at least. "Hey, you alright?" He greeted as he approached her, all beaten, and battered. "Well you look a lot better off than me at least. Had a rough landing. Nothing I can't handle though." He stated. He then got uncomfortably close to her, and started circling her, all the while sniffing her. "What kind of bird are you? A crane or something?"

"Name's Leon by the way. Any clue what the hell that was all about up there?" He asked as he stopped sniffing her. "I need to get back up there. Warren's still there, that bastard has to know where she's at." He stated, not explaining what he was talking about. "Better find the others. They might need help or something. Might be a good idea to compare notes with the rest of them." He said as he walked away.

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As Vail slowly regained consciousness, his eyelids reluctantly opened to find the unnerving smile of a scientist standing in front of him. 'Not exactly the best thing I've ever woken up to.' He thought a bit sarcastically as he sat up and took in the scene around him. He was sitting in a glass container and seemed to be surrounded by seven other hybrids.

Ignoring the young scientist in front of him who had begun to cheerfully introduce himself, Vail took a second to look around the room he was being kept in. To the side if him was the heron hybrid, who had promptly begun crying in an attempt to gain the favor of the scientist in front of her. The sound of yelling brought Vail's attention away from the sobbing girl and to the lion hybrid who was now proceeding to threaten the scientist in front of him. Vail gave out a small sigh before shaking his head a bit in dismay, emotions were high he guessed.

"Hey! Kid! Are you even listening to me?" Turning his head to face the man in front of him, Vail stared at him blankly before answering honestly, "No." The scientist seemed a bit taken aback by his bluntness, but his smile came back even stronger (If quite a bit faker) then ever before. "I asked how you were feeling. Can you stand alright now? Are you sore anywhere?" Vail slowly stood up and began walking around his container a bit instead of outright answering the blonde man in front of him. Nodding and scribbling down something on his clipboard, the scientist opened his mouth to ask the next question. However, before the man could get a single syllable out, Vail unleashed his curiosity upon him.

It had taken a little bit for the fog that had clouded Vail's mind to clear, but now that it had he had his eyes were darting every which way and he was itching to ask some questions. "By the way, where are we? Why are we in containers?" A sudden thought hit Vail that hadn't quite been there before. "Wait. Are you guys putting us down? Did we do something wrong?" Feeling his stoic façade beginning to slip, he closed his eyes and took a deep breathe. Opening his eyes once more, he turned his crimson irises to the scientist in front of him. But the young blonde man just smiled cheerfully and shrugged before walking over to the hybrid next to him.

Sliding down the glass to the container's floor, Vail allowed his mind to take over. 'I really should have suspected this sooner. Now what do I do?' It was around this time however when everything turned into utter chaos. Red lights began flashing and alarms started blaring. Looking around in confusion, Vail was a bit surprised when a figure emerged from the shadows and knock the scientists over. In all of confusion he couldn't quite make out who or what the figure was, but Vail could feel a bit of dread take him over as he saw the figure readying to pull the release lever. He was no expert, but he was pretty sure that raccoons weren't supposed to fly.

However, before he knew it the hybrids were falling through the air. Vail's body was slammed against the top of the container as they made their descent and he could feel himself wince. That was going to leave a mark. Thankfully the drop was relatively short, and the container soon hit the ground with a thud, breaking into pieces. Standing up, Vail winced once again as a piece of glass cut his hand a bit. Walking away from the sea of glass where he'd fallen, Vail looked at his palm but figured that there wasn't any real damage. Licking the small beads of blood off, he continued a bit deeper into the foreign area.

Vail was a bit disappointed to find that there wasn't very much to see in this area that he'd landed. However the familiar feeling of an adventure began to take him over, and he could feel a slight grin appear on his face. He knew that he should probably try to find the other hybrids that had fallen with him, but curiosity soon took over and instead of setting off in search of the others, he found himself climbing a nearby tree. Shimming up to a little bird that was perched on one of the branches, Vail leaned in a bit closer to examine it. The bird however wasn't very happy about the creature that was looming over it and flew off in a hurry.
"Wait! Come back!" Vail cried out, looking off in the direction that the small creature had gone. Sighing for the second time today so far, Vail leaned back against the tree trunk and looked out over the landscape from his new vantage point. Maybe he'd find somebody wandering by.

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Everything hurt. Her whole body felt like it was on fire; each muscle was screaming at her with every movement she made. With a frustrated, pained groan, Vidra managed to drag herself into a sitting position. Her vision was blurred; it probably had to due with the fact that she slammed her head onto the ground before passing out hours before. She started to stretch out her taut, tense muscles, attempting to loosen them before she tried to stand up. After a few minutes, she could finally see clearly and her body didn’t feel like it was on fire. Grumbling, Vidra leaned against the wall and scooted up so she was standing. All she could see was glass at first; glass walls that encompassed her from all angles. And beyond those walls were more people in lab coats to no surprise. And after that, there were others. Other hybrids in glass cylindrical cages.

But… But why? Why were they here? Was this some kind of weird test? Were they being assessed? They had general physical exams but not in large groups like this. Vidra stumbled over to the front wall, behind which a couple of scientists were conversing. “H-hey, you!” She banged her first against the glass, but it was weak blow. Despite that, they managed to look up at her. The first gave her a smile, but… it wasn’t kind. It looked like it was hiding something. “What’s going on!? Why are we here?” She shouted, but the smiling one just chuckled and looked down on his paper. He started talking to the other scientist and promptly ignored anything else she tried to say.

Just out of the corner of her eye, she saw blonde hair; the hair of the scientist who had been feeding her before she was knocked out by the tranqs. Vidra stumbled to the other side of the cage, pounding on the wall to try to get the woman’s attention. “Hey! Please, please! Tell me what’s going on!” The woman turned her head, her eyes widening when she saw Vidra. She stared at the hybrid for a few moments, a deep, saddened pain in her irises. It wasn’t long before she looked away once more.

Well, that didn’t accomplish much. She decided to look around more, and a white mop of hair caught her attention. Ursel! The woman appeared to still be unconscious. Vidra didn’t know what to do. This glass must have been multiple inches thick. She’d hurt herself before she ever made it anywhere. So, instead, she sunk back down onto the ground and put her head in her hands.

And then, all of a sudden, she was in freefall. Her stomach and heart were both in her throat. Regardless, she let out a screech of absolute fear. She flailed, trying to get a hold of something. Something to give her balance. But the whole room was glass, there was nothing to hold. She had to get a hold of herself before anything else. She started to breathe slowly, in and out. Instead, she curled up in a ball, pressing her knees to her chest.

And then the chamber collided with the ground. It bounced once or twice, slamming Vidra around inside. That was, until a crack in the glass splintered throughout the whole wall. Vidra flew through the glass, shattering it. She rolled before coming to a stop.

For minutes, Vidra just lied there, trying to breathe. Slowly, agonizingly slowly, she began to uncurl her stiff, shocked body. She sat up, eventually stood. Her arm was bleeding pretty badly. She took a piece of her torn shirt and tried to bandage it up. She took everything one step at a time, making sure she didn’t break down over what had just happened. Stumbling, she climbed a small hill among many. They were in a field. They, as in everyone that had just been dumped by the SAPH, were scattered around in a wide field.

Vidra looked around, searching for the one person she’d find solace in. Ursel had been in a cage close to hers, so she couldn’t have fallen that far away, right? Vidra started limping towards another capsule, shouting at the top of her lungs. “Ursel! Ursel!”

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Remy laid on the bottom of his container, hands carelessly folded behind his head and his eyes closed. He’d briefly came to while some man - Dr. Warren, maybe - was talking, but couldn’t manage to bring himself out of the daze completely. Now he was fully awake and couldn’t bring himself to open his eyes, much less shout and fight, like he heard the rest of the hybrids doing. There was no way in hell he’d give them the satisfaction. And it was obviously working on the last nerves of the woman assigned to interview him. With a smirk, he barely opened one eye and turned to look at her. Both of her eyes were narrowed and her lips were pressed into a thin line as she drummed one of her fingers against a tablet. “You know,” she said, shifting her weight a bit while she tried to take some of the irritation out of her voice, “this would go a lot smoother if you’d just cooperate.”

Remy let out an exaggerated sigh, checked the imaginary watch on his wrist and then looked around the room slowly. “I suppose it would,” he nodded. Remy watched his fellow hybrids answering their interview questions - some with more enthusiasm than others - and wondered why they even bothered. As soon as you give them what they want, they’ll throw you away, he thought to himself. Before he knew it, he was so focused on judging the other hybrids over their compliance that he’d forgotten all about the scientist in front of him. She seemed to unravel for a moment. Her previously folded arms pulled apart, the hand holding the tablet coming down with so much force that the sound of the board hitting her leg jolted him from his daze. The other hand pressed against the glass of his container roughly, supporting her as she leaned in to look at him. Remy could tell she was worried somewhat about making a scene. Her eyes shifted from the left to right, before she completely turned her head to see if anyone was paying any attention to her tantrum.

“Do you understand English, gecko? Do. You. Understand. What. I. Am Saying?” she spoke in the choppy sentences you’d say to a person just learning a language, which only earned a smug grin from Remy. He sat up and rolled out his joints, hearing some of them pop. Like a child, he laughed at the noise. “Did you hear that? If it was up to doctor sexy over there,” Remy pointed to the scientist who he noticed throwing longing glances his way every so often, “I’d be living in the lap of luxury.” Remy tilted his head, looking up at her as if to dare her to speak. Before she could, however, he put up a finger to stop her. “If you're not talking freedom, I don't want to talk.” He dismissed her with a wave of his hand and scooted backwards so he could lean against the back of his container.

“Oooh, so funny,” she rolled her eyes before stepping back and clicking her pen. “Since you’re speaking now,” she began, getting set to write, “how are you feeling?” The woman’s voice got quieter on the last question as she answered it in her head mentally. He’s obviously feeling fine, she thought with contempt. “You’ve been laying there for a while. Can you stand?”

Remy snorted. “I feel fine, and I’m not six months old -- yes, I can stand. I choose not to.”

She gritted her teeth to keep from saying anything rude. The last thing she needed was for him to stop talking. “Do you remember the last thing you ate?” she jotted down a more scientific summary of his previous response before looking up at him.

“I can tell you what I’m gonna eat next,” Remy winked, looking back over at the woman he’d dubbed “doctor sexy” only moments ago. At the sight of his interviewer's glare, he gave a quick laugh and a shrug. “I dunno, it’s not like you guys feed me anything memorable… or edible… or often,” Remy trailed on.

The conversation went on until he’d given some kind of answer to each of her questions. The female scientist was relieved when she walked away. The next voice he heard was from the doctor he’d caught looking over at him. “Well it looks like it’s about time we say our goodbyes right sweet heart? Shame you couldn’t be human. I’d just eat you right up Mr. Gecko.” Remy feigned heartbreak, standing up and pressing both his hands to the glass. “Babe, it doesn’t have to be like this,” he whined with a shake of his head.

Before there was any kind of response, the lights were going off and alarms started blaring. Remy stepped back from the glass, looking around with frantic curiosity. It seemed to take everyone off guard. Even the scientists were looking at each other as if someone would pop up and take responsibility for the madness. As if someone had accidentally tripped the alarm or something. Before anything like that could happen, a figured appeared. There was a pause as everyone took in the unexpected sight, then the room erupted. The figure went from zero to sixty in an instant, throwing scientist around as if they weighed nothing at all. Remy jumped as a body slammed into his own container and it was if time stopped. His heart was starting to pound, his breathing picked up. But it wasn't fear. He was excited. Even in all that confusion, Remy knew this was the thing he needed to get away. He looked up just to see the figure standing over the lever. “Pull that shit, man,” Remy shouted, and before he could even brace himself, the container was dropping.

With every tumble and shift of the container, Remy’s body smacked into something. He let out an involuntary, animal-like hiss after one particularly gnarly impact. Eventually the container made contact with the ground and Remy was lucky he’d landed on his back and not on his head. The wind was knocked out of him, though. He laid on the ground, hands clutching his chest as he gasped for breath. There was nothing like the feeling of not being able to breath. His lungs came back to him eventually, and for a moment all Remy could do was lay there taking slow, deep breaths, and thinking about how stupid he must have looked to someone passing by.

“Pull the lever, my ass,” he mumbled to himself as he weakly made his way to his feet. The only damage he could claim was a few cuts, and he knew his back was going to be particularly sore the next day. Remy tried to roll his shoulders and flex his back, only able to do so much before it started to bother him.

Remy surveyed his surroundings, trying to get a feel for where they were but coming up short. To make things worse, he still had some time to wait, judging by the redness in the sky, before the sun would truly make an appearance. The warm rush of anxiety was starting to taper off, and despite having a jacket with him, he couldn’t gauge how prepared he was for the environment if he didn’t even know where he was. I’ll just find someplace to hideout until I figure out my first move, Remy thought, unsure of how to proceed without any real direction. He looked around for someplace to chill before something caught his eye.

“What in the hell are you doing?” he shouted. One of the hybrids in a tree caught his attention and for a second he was taken back by not only the fact that this guy was messing around in a tree, but by the fact that he’d completely forgotten about the other hybrids. Remy walked towards him with his hands in his pockets and a confused yet judgmental look on his face. He wanted to be critical. He really did. After all, they'd just fallen out of the sky and this guy was... messing with birds? But as Remy walked closer and closer, he felt the instinct to climb kicking in and, well, why not? His scowl turned into a grin as he easily climbed up the tree then perched himself on a branch adjacent to the other hybrid.

Remy leaned against the trunk and looked over at the hybrid. “Vail, right?” he said, more to himself than anything, finally putting a name to the face. "Yeah, you've got those raccoon eyes," he nodded, looking him over. His attention was quickly turned to something else when he heard a female voice calling out in the distance. A girl was wandering around looking for someone he assumed was her friend. Realistically, it was probably a good idea for all of the hybrids to stick together. Still, Remy found himself more tempted to watch and wait for them to do all the searching before he swooped in and joined the party. And judging by the fact that Vail was up a tree looking at birds, Remy assumed he wasn't too concerned with finding the others, either. "So, you're in an airship and a crazy guy busts you out. Unbelievable, I know," he said sarcastically, setting up the "hypothetical" situation as he continued to watch the girl search for her friend. "If you could only pick two other people to survive the crash landing and team up with you, who would you pick?".

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The first thing Ursel was greeted by was the sound of murmuring voices. They weren’t really murmuring but she was still too drowsy to actually hear them clearly. She was able to tally up how many people were talking, two men and two women but their voices still seemed a bit muffled. Cracking open one amber colored eye, Ursel did a quick survey of her surroundings. The bear Hybrids shifted in her position and she realized that she had been sitting down on a cold and metallic surface. Just where am I? Another look around told her that she was inside a decent sized metal capsule. She couldn’t see to her right or to her left but the entirety of the front of the capsule was made of glass. Movement caught her attention and amber orbs were drawn to a youthful looking face that was peering into her capsule. It was a scientist although she had never met the man before. All the Hybrid did was stare at the man and he stared back with his a smile. It was a pretty creepy smile too.

He blinked and then began to write something down. At first Ursel was curious and made the attempt to stand but her body was still feeling pins and needles. With a frown she accepted that she wouldn’t be getting up just yet. She did however move her body up so that her back was straight. It seemed like that small action caught the scientists attention because he stopped scribbling and grinned at her. “How are you feeling uh,” he quickly glanced over to the side of her capsule, “. .. experiment number six huh? You’re one of the older ones then. How does that feel?” He tapped the glass with his pen but that only got him a cold stare. “Not up for talking I see. That’s fine. Just blink or nod for a few of my questions.” Ursel ended up blinking so he ended up taking that as a yes.

Once all the respective questions had been answered, more or less, the young man left her alone after getting some sort of notification. Leaning forwards, Ursel caught sight of a single word, Extermination. At that same moment her neighbor began to shout out the very questions that were running through her head. “Why are you getting rid of us you ugly bastards.” she growled at them. Suddenly the alarms went off and red lights began to flash. The suddenness of it jolted her into being fully alert. Some figure then barged in and tackled the other scientists to the ground before approaching some metal box. It opened it to reveal a lever and it was then that she heard that arrogant lion yell. "Wait! Just let us out! Don't pull that lever!"

Ursel did not know where exactly they were but if that level read Capsule Release then they were certainly somewhere where they could be released. This realization was a quick one and just as she slammed into the glass of her container, the figure pulled the lever and Ursel was surrounded by a sea of blue. Almost immediately her body bounced around as her capsule began to do cartwheels in the air as it plummeted to the ground. She did her best to try and grab onto something and she was only able to catch glimpses outside her window as she fell. She managed to see one or two other capsules but the spinning motion of her own made her feel sick. It didn’t take long for her head to finally hit something hard and she was barely conscious when her capsule crashed through a few trees.

She didn’t know how long she was knocked out for but one thing was for sure. Her current position was not a good one. For one, Ursel’s head hurt like hell and she was also feeling very light headed. Amber orbs slowly moved around the small space and realized that there was nothing holding her. A sudden jolt when through her body but Ursel forced herself to calm down. From the looks of it she was lying on the glass window that surprisingly held up from her crash landing. It had various cracks running through its surface but she could see grass below her. “Wait . . .” Looking closely, Ursel realized that she was suspended in the air by something. “Shit”

The polar bear hybrid moved her body slightly to keep the capsule from moving however that proved pointless as the branches that held her container ground under the weight. There really was only one way for her to get down from such a high position and it was going to hurt. Growling at the world, Ursel gritted her teeth and jerked her body. A wave of nausea then washed over her but Ursel kept at it until finally the branches snapped underneath the shifting weight of the capsule. She curled up as best she could but the impact from hitting the ground still bruised her body. The glass had also shattered upon impact and some of the shards had lodged themselves into her skin.

With a loud groan, Ursel rolled on her back as gently as she could to avoid having more pieces of glass cut into her skin. Her head was throbbing with pain and it was getting rather difficult to stay awake. That was when she heard it, someone was calling out her name although she had a hard time actually making out the words. Ursel recognized the voice as Vidra. A young hybrid who had grown attached to her over the years. “Vidra . . .” she only managed a weak croak but she doubted even with the otter hybrids ears, she’d be able to hear Ursel. From the sound of it she didn’t seem like she was close to where Ursel was either. “Vidra!” this time Ursel’s voice was a little louder but not loud enough for it to be carried over such a distance.

It was about time that she attempt to get up but that proved to be incredibly difficult. Eventually Ursel was able to turn onto her stomach and with gritted teeth, she pulled herself out from underneath the capsule. Her stomach slide across the broken shards but she was able to lift up her body enough to minimize the damage. Now that she was out of the capsule, Ursel flipped over onto her back again and stared up at the blue sky. Her hands then began to roam about her body, feeling for the various cuts that she had no doubted collected. “Hello!?” Ursel called out for the third time. Her body was quite battered and getting herself out from under the capsule made her even more tired than she had thought it would. She just really needed to rest her body for a bit but she had no intention of falling back asleep, not yet anyway.

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The moment Dorian opened his eyes he regretted it, the darts had left him groggy and like he hadn't slept in years. Then he noticed he was in a lab of some form and he was trapped, he snarled at the realization and stood. The muzzle they had placed on him had been removed and his wings unbound, but the capsule he was in didn't allow him enough room to spread them. Still, he fanned them out as much as he could, stretching to get slightly more comfortable.

"So you're awake then?" A man in a white lab coat asked Dorian, as though he should have been awake hours ago.

The bat blatantly ignored the man, scanning the room around him and looking for any means of escape within his capsule. Much to his disappoint, it appeared there was none. The corner of his mouth curled down to express his upset. There was nothing he hated more than being caged like he was a mere animal, instead of a sentient being that should be respected just as any normal human.

"You're name is Dorian, correct? I'm going to need you to answer a couple of questions." The man spoke again, as though he had expected a lack of cooperation. Dorian looked him up and down and rolled his eyes, if they were just going to euthanize him what was the point in questions? "What was the last thing you ate?"

At that the blue eyed hybrid couldn't contain his snarling laughter. "One of the guards that came to collect me. His blood's still on my shirt, would you like a taste?" The Lab Coat, as Dorian decided to name him, looked absolutely disgusted his response and it only served to further Dorian's amusement. "Did he manage to survive? I opened his jugular and we all know that my bites...they don't heal well."

It was clear that he had no remorse for killing the guard, not if they were going to kill him. Besides, who had time for regret when their death was imminent? The guard had it coming anyway, but clearly Lab Coat didn't think similarly and was trying to hold back his rage. Dorian grinned, flashing his fangs, driving the point home that he had slaughtered one of them.

While Lab Coat composed himself, Dorian took his chance to examine the other hybrids and it only served to enrage him. So many of them were so young. He knew that many hybrids took on gruesome and dangerous missions when they could hardly be considered teenagers. You didn't get much of a childhood when you were just a lab rat, an experiment. He snarled again. It was one thing to kill a grown man like himself, but someone who - if they were just normal human teenagers - was barely old enough to go to a high school dance?

Dorian's thoughts were distracted by the sound of alarms and flashing lights. Chaos ensued and suddenly doctors were scrambling everywhere, dropping their clipboards. What in the Hell was going on? And that's when he spotted him, at the lever that would either kill or free the hybrids. "Pull the lever, Kronk!" Dorian yelled, laughing almost hysterically.

And then he was free falling. Wrong lever? Was his first thought, ridiculous considering the circumstances. As he fell he tried his best to calm himself and look for a way to free himself from the capsule so that he could simply fly back down to the ground. He managed to find a weak spot in the glass that was weakened from the initial drop, and he could barely break through it before it hit the ground.

He unfurled his wings as the glass shattered around him. He hadn't broken it in time to fly off, but he was able to soften the blow, suffering only scraped knees and hands as he hit the dirt beneath. There was glass in his hair and a shard had sliced a small gash in his forehead. He felt the warmth of the blood pouring over his eyebrow. God damn it, that's going to scar. He grimaced, wiping the blood with the back of his hand.

Where had he landed? He didn't see any other hybrids. Perhaps his waffling around and trying to get out of capsule while in the air had sent him a bit off course from the rest. He focused in on his surroundings. It took him a minute to sort through the heated bodies of the animals throughout the space, but eventually he found two that resembled a hybrid. They were in a tree not far off from where he stood. Immediately he took flight, looking for their exact location.

"If you could only pick two other people to survive the crash landing and team up with you, who would you pick?". He heard one of the boys say, just as he landed on a branch above him.

"I'd say that I'm a good choice for starters." He answered, grinning from ear to ear. While normally Dorian would try his best to be antisocial and stay away from the others, the situation warranted a group. The hybrids would be stronger in numbers and surely, if the scientists in that aircraft weren't all dead, someone would come looking for them. After all, they were precious research and they wouldn't want them roaming around with the general public.

He then heard a female voice calling out for one of the other hybrids. How many of the hybrids had survived? Surely some stronger ones had made it out? "Are you two going to make a move to help that poor girl, or should I?"

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By the time Vidra reached the first pod, her throat was dry from shouting. Her breathing was jagged; she had barely taken enough time between shouts to breathe. She moved towards the glass pod cautiously; some of the hybrids that had been released were feral after all. “U-Ursel? Are you in there?” The younger hybrid took slow, careful steps, but once she reached the other side of the cage, she gasped. A different hybrid, probably a dog or canine hybrid, had been impaled through the chest with a large shard of glass. Vidra stumbled back, falling down on her behind. Blood bubbled up in the canine’s mouth; it was somehow still alive. It wasn’t going to last much longer.

With tears squeezing through her clenched-shut eyes, Vidra stumbled back to her feet. There was nothing she could do for him. Sobbing softly, she started to limp away, towards the next glass chamber. “Ursel…! Ursel… Where are you!?” She shouted, but this time it was clear that there was less urgency in her voice, and more sadness. She barely managed to raise her voice over a whisper due to all choked breaths from her crying. The pain in her body was overpowering at this point. The adrenaline that had once been flowing through her veins was now subsiding. Soon, she was bound to collapse, and without help, probably wouldn’t be able to get up again.

Another couple of minutes of hobbling, another dead hybrid discovered. This time, it appeared as if this bird hybrid had broken its neck upon impact. Her eyes were wide open, and her mouth was wide with a scream of terror. Vidra’s whole body was shaking at this point. All of the emotional trauma of her past and the present were starting to come crashing down on her. She managed to keep moving while muttering to herself. “How… how could they do this to us… Ursel?! Why… I thought.. I thought I was good… I did all I was told and yet… Ursel! Ursel!” Vidra was less crying and more in shock about what was happening.

“They launched us out of the sky… Were they trying to kill us? If so, then they must know that some of us would have survived…” Vidra felt choked up again as tears flooded her eyes at the thought of her finding Ursel’s dead, battered body. “N-no. No. Ursel… Ursel is tough. If I managed to survive, then… So did she. Ursel!” She continued to shout between mumblings to herself. “If… if they know some of us must have survived, then… They’re probably going to come looking for us to finish the job.” Vidra felt her anxiousness flare at the thought. She wanted to keep looking for Ursel, but in Vidra’s condition, she wasn’t going to be very helpful. She needed to get to cover and tend to her wounds just in case if SAPH did try to find the survivors. Then, she would be stronger and be able to defend herself and search for Ursel more efficiently.

So Vidra turned herself and started shambling towards the small bit of forest she could see. There were a couple of pods by there, so hopefully Vidra would be able to find someone to help her bind up more of her wounds. And maybe one of the cages will be Ursel’s… “Yes. Ursel had to have made it. She’s strong. I know she is.”

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As Asha went on about how she was scared it took everything Leon had not to either burst out laughing or else clean her clock. When she grabbed hold of his wrist he looked back, and raised an eyebrow. He glanced down at her burnt flesh that she seemed sensitive about. He didn't understand why, he's got more, and made nastier scars than that. He continued on without saying a word until she said something about him being trustworthy. "Yeah I'm pretty trustworthy. Too bad you aren't." He stated rather calmly. "How good is your hearing? Mine is excellent."

"You see, lying is a tricky thing. Your body reacts in different ways when you lie. The most common being your heart rate becoming irregular. Which I can hear." Leon stated. "Now you could try to blame it on all this adrenaline from being almost killed, but I can tell the difference. The only thing I'm sure you aren't lying about is that you are scared. I can smell it on you. The pheromones that is." He added. He then stopped, and turned around to face her. "I don't like liars. I don't know why you're lying, nor do I care. You can follow me around if you want, I'm not gonna stop you. I'm not your babysitter."

Leon then turned back around, and continued on his way. "And for your information I'm looking for my sister, my twin sister Ariel. They said she was dead, but I don't believe them. I know she's alive, and I'll find her. No matter who I have to go through." He explained. Leon stopped in his tracks as he heard voices in several directions. "I hear the others." He could here several voices, but the loudest was the one of a girl, crying out for someone. She was crying out for Ursel.

"I hear a girl.....that direction. She sounds close." He stated as he pointed towards the direction of the girl. Leon followed the sounds until he came closer to her. "Hey who's out there?!" He called out to her. Once he saw her he noticed her tail. "Hey you! What's your name!?" He demanded to know as he hobbled his way over to her. He began sniffing the air around, and the girl herself much like he did to Asha earlier. "What are you a beaver? No wait, a otter right?" He asked as he got a better look at her tail.

Leon then groaned in pain as he felt a sharp pain in his side. Leon looked over at his side to notice a shard of glass stabbing him. "How long has that been there?" He muttered to himself as he pulled it out. "So you know Ursel right? That's who you were calling for?" He asked. "Gotta say, not looking too forward to seeing her again. Last time we saw each it wasn't very pleasant. I'm kinda the reason she's got that scar underneath her chin, and a couple others. Almost had her too until she choked me out. Cheap move. Hope she's still not mad, I really am not in the mood for another round."

"I wouldn't worry too much about her, she's the only person who's ever beaten me. She's a tough cookie." He stated. He was just giving her his opinion, not trying to cheer her up if that helped her any.

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"...!" She stopped in her tracks, Play honest? Never. Or.. Be honest? No. No one survived with honesty. But how do I get on this freak's good side? If what he's saying is true, he'll catch everything I say. Unless... She continued walking, rubbing her fake tears away."... You're gonna accuse me of lying?" She let out a laugh, "Ok. So you can hear my heartbeat. How about we say 'you win.'" She continued to fallow him, "It's ok if you don't like me. I don't live to make friends with the world. But I am gonna fallow you. Cuz even if you hate my guts, which you probably do, I think we'll get along great. Or not." She laughed again, "So please do me a small favor and don't tell anyone about this. "

"Your sister, eh? Hmm... Ariel? Nope. Never even heard of one." She said quickly, "Well, if she's dead or alive isn't my concern. And I'll probably lie about it anyway. So I won't bother you about it." She ran ahead a little. She heard him speak again, and turned around. Others then? Well, looks like I won't have to deal with this weirdo. and his stupid hangups. She fallowed after him, and watched him sniffing down another person. An otter, it seemed.

Asha stood back. She was out of her element here. She wasn't dealing with humans or untrained hybrids. If they all had hearing like Leon, it was possible they could all catch her lies. She had no desire to be honest with them. Honesty got one killed. She heard them mention someone called 'Ursel'. Who this was, she didn't know, though she had heard the name tossed around once before. Years ago. But she'd never met them, whoever they were.

She listened carefully to the others converse, hoping to pick up useful information. If she could get one person, anyone to believe her and stick with her, she'd be ok. She just had to hang back and watch. Drawing attention to herself like she usually did wouldn't do her any good if they had a living polygraph with them. And if he would just keep his mouth shut for her, which she doubted he would, she'd be able to catch someone at the start. Unless... She smiled internally. I can make him into the liar.

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“Yeah, I guess that’s a fair assessment,” it’d be a lie to say Remy had never even wondered himself why he was reasonably tall to be spliced with such a small animal. Then again, considering his lack of brute strength and physical weapons like claws, it was only fair that nature cut him some slack by making him tall enough to reach the top shelf without assistance. Remy stared down the girl yelling for her friend, trying to figure out which hybrid she was as he listened to Vail answer his hypothetical question. He didn’t have to pay much attention before he realized the raccoon hybrid wasn’t going to actually answer. Remy turned his head slightly to look at Vail out of the corner of his eye before shaking his head and looking back at the female searching for her friend. “No preference,” he wondered, “or are you just unwilling to rock the boat?”

Before he could get a response out of the raccoon -- not that he really expected one - Remy heard a branch above him rustle. “Anybody ever tell you that three’s a crowd, bat?” Remy didn’t bother to look up and see who it was. Only so many hybrids could do that, and the sound of his voice was clear tip off. “And you’re automatically disqualified from the hypothetical for nominating yourself.” Remy couldn’t help but want to knock the other hybrid down a notch for his self-confidence, but he’d be pretty foolish not to recognize Dorian’s obvious assets. For one, he could probably single-handedly take out any scientist who came after them. Not to mention his ability to fly landed him some brownie points as far as Remy was concerned. Of course, Remy wasn’t in the business of building ego’s, even when he was just joking with the vampire.

Remy leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees as he watched the show the distressed girl was putting on. I hope Ursel digs herself out of whatever hole she’s in so this girl can shut up he thought to himself. As he listened to her go from calling out Ursel’s name to talking to herself -- he couldn’t make out exactly what she was saying -- he couldn’t help but squint his eyes in disgust. In the time she spent yelling she could’ve easily found several other hybrids. But that was none of his business.

“Let her struggle; it builds character,” Remy offered with a smug smile in response to Dorian’s question. Remy was more than content to watch her wander aimlessly. If Ursel was fine, which she probably was considering the stories he’d heard about her, she’d find her friend in no time and spare everyone else the actual headache of dealing with the other screaming hybrid. What is her name, anyway? he wondered, slightly annoyed at himself for not remembering. To be fair, though, his day vision did impede his ability to recognize people. He turned to look back at others only to see Vail jumping down from the tree. "Dorian, do you think that you could check to see if there are any other hybrids out there by themselves?"

”Looks like someone beat you to it, vampire,” Remy broke in, responding to Dorian’s previous question about whether or not they planned on helping. It looked like two other hybrids -- lion boy, judging by the hair, and a tag-a-long he didn’t pay much attention to -- had already come to the aid of the screaming girl. Remy jumped off of the branch he had perched himself on as Vail introduced himself to the bat hybrid. He ran his hands through his wild hair to get it out of his face before he started walking in the direction of the screaming girl, the lion boy, and his female companion. It was true what Vail said about all of the hybrids having something to offer, and as much as Remy hated to admit it, the sooner they found the remaining survivors the sooner they could formulate a plan to ensure their safety. It’d suck to finally be free of the scientists and impending doom only to get hunted down and killed.

“I’m sure you know who I am,” Remy offered lazily, not bothering to look back at Dorian. Instead, he kept walking towards the group that had formed not to far from where he, vail, and Dorian were standing.

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“Anybody ever tell you that three’s a crowd, bat?” Dorian snickered at the Gecko's greeting.

He studied both hybrids, assessing them and if they could be of use or simply baggage to protect as they ran from the scientists. They were both fairly small and didn't appear to be strong, not that strength was Dorian's strong suit either. He was quick in a fight, but without a weapon he wouldn't last long as he wasn't much of a brawler. The only defense he had were his sharpened canines and getting close enough to an opponent to seriously injure them was a pretty difficult task in its own right. More than anything, he was an assassin; not meant for the front lines. "It's not often I'm in a group of three and not preparing to kill at least one." He answered, monotone.

The Bat found himself once again distracted by the distressed girl, searching the wreckage. Watching her was more sad than anything. Who was she calling out for, Ursel? Wasn't that the name of the Bear hybrid? Certainly she had made it and was floundering around somewhere nearby, she was strong and large enough. She would also be useful if they could find her and team up.

“Let her struggle; it builds character,” Remy said, leaving Dorian's disappointment to clearly show on his face.

The lizard hybrid was proving to be a charming fellow. "I bet you're fun at parties, Newt." Dorian tutted, purposefully getting the other boy's hybrid species wrong. Though even if he hadn't known he was a gecko, his odd body temperature told him that Remy wasn't mammalian. He knew many of the hybrids on paper; their species, their names, he had simply never bothered getting to know them. Being one of the oldest experiments, he knew that everyone was quick to die and it was only by luck that he had made it that long. So why bother making friends? It seemed unnecessary.

"Dorian, do you think that you could check to see if there are any other hybrids out there by themselves?" The raccoon hybrid spoke.

Though before he had a chance to reply, Remy pipped up, pointing out the new hybrids that had arrived on the scene. ”Looks like someone beat you to it, vampire.”

"But some others must have survived the fall." Dorian thought out loud, thinking specifically about Aquila who wasn't with the new arrivals. He had seen the owl hybrid in a capsule, same as the others. While they weren't exactly friends, they were allies and like the Bear she could prove useful in their survival. "It was easy to sense which direction your body heat was coming from when you weren't that far away to begin with. The best I can do right now is fly above and survey the area. We'd have more luck with someone who can sniff them out. And I'm not exactly a bloodhound. Perhaps the Lion?" He added as he glided down from the tree, quickly catching up to Vail and Remy.

"By the way, I'm Vail. I'm a raccoon hybrid if you didn't already know." Said the one with rings around his eyes.

“I’m sure you know who I am,” Remy offered not long after.

Dorian nodded back as the raccoon and gecko 'introduced' themselves. "Dorian, bat hybrid. I guess you knew that though. So a raccoon and a tadpole? I'm sure this will be interesting."

He knew that if the hybrids stuck together, it would only aid them in survival...but he couldn't help but wonder how they were all going to survive in the wild? It wasn't like they could all blend in in a city and pretend to be normal human beings. His thoughts wandered as they approached the other group.

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"Hey you! What's your name!?" Vidra yelped when a sudden voice interrupted her, mid shout. She jumped back, taking a defensive position before realizing that the hybrid that the voice was coming from was most likely friendly. [color=#FF9900]"What are you a beaver? No wait, a otter right?"[/color]

Vidra did her best to relax, but the best she was going to do was slump her shoulders, shaking slightly. “It’s a sea otter. And… and my name is Vidra.” She spoke softly, obviously nervous.

"So you know Ursel right? That's who you were calling for?" He asked. "Gotta say, not looking too forward to seeing her again. Last time we saw each it wasn't very pleasant. I'm kinda the reason she's got that scar underneath her chin, and a couple others. Almost had her too until she choked me out. Cheap move. Hope she's still not mad, I really am not in the mood for another round. I wouldn't worry too much about her, she's the only person who's ever beaten me. She's a tough cookie."

Despite the cat hybrid’s reassuring words, there was still a pit in Vidra’s stomach. There would always be a possibility of Ursel not surviving the fall. She shuttered at the thought of her friend ending up like the two other hybrids that hadn’t made it. “I… I think that Ursel has mentioned you before. In all honesty, I was expecting someone more… Vicious looking. You’re more cute than anything else. Though I’m not really someone to talk.” She let out a nervous chuckle, attempting to lighten the mood. “Please take no offense. I can’t speak for her, but I’m sure Ursel won’t just attack you on sight. Ursel…” Vidra fazed out for a moment, staring at the ground. She then frowned, tears in her eyes.

“Please… Please help me find her…” Vidra stumbled toward the hybrid, grabbing onto his sleeve instinctively. Like the otter, Vidra seeks comfort in being physically attached to other beings. It gives her a sense of security; that she isn’t going to just float off into the vast sea of emotion that she’s trapped in. “You… You’re part cat, right? Your senses are probably better than mine. Can you please, please help me find her.” Vidra practically begged him, fear rising in her chest.

A couple of ways away, Vidra spotted some more hybrids. She eyed them a bit nervously, before giving a cautious wave. They didn’t appear to be hostile, but none of them were Ursel, so they weren’t important to her at the moment. She returned her gaze back to the cat hybrid, giving him her best pout. If he didn’t help her, she wasn’t sure what she would do. She’d probably have to limp into the forest and fix herself up before searching some more, but by then it might be too late for Ursel. She could be bleeding out right now, or she could be lying somewhere lifeless. Just the thought brought more tears to her eyes.
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Leon watched sighed as he watched Vidra, he could literally smell the anxiety, and fear on her. He blushed slightly when she made the comment about him being cute. "I...I'm not cute.....I'm a lion, we're Apex Predators....at most we're majestic." He stated rather embarrassed at her comment, and he averted his eyes from her. He was once again surprised when she proceeded to make physical contact with him by grabbing a hold of his arm. He glanced down at her once more, seeing her on the verge of crying as she pleaded with him to help her find Ursel.

"Ok, ok. Geez. Pull yourself together. I'll help you." He caved in, unable to look her in the eye. "Just....stop looking at me like that." He asked, being rather uncomfortable. At least she was earnest about her intentions unlike the bird. He looked down at Vidra, and sighed as she began to cry again. This was certainly not his day. He could only imagine what Asha must think of him being the big bad lion who couldn't handle a girl actually crying. "It's alright, just....calm down. I was gonna look for her anyways, I think she might be helpful to me." He said as he awkwardly patted her head, unsure what to do. "Give me some space so I can see if I can pick up the scent."

Leon pried himself away from Vidra, and stepped forward a bit. He stretched out his arms, cracked his knuckles, and rolled his head on his shoulders. "I need silence, so keep it down alright?" He stated as he closed his eyes to focus on his senses of hearing, and smell. He took in a deep breath, and exhaled. Death was in the air, nearly overwhelming him. Dried blood, open wounds, and already the sounds of opportunistic animals picking at the corpses. He had to push that aside, no matter how difficult that might be.

"I got.....several heartbeats....three I think from over....there." He stated as he pointed at the other three hybrids that had gathered together. "I got....two others I think." He continued to sniff the air, trying his best to filter out the carnage. "Both are alone....one's....by a fire....I think." He stated as he faced the direction that it was coming from. And then he heard a faint hello in the distance. He sharply turned to face it, recognizing the voice. "She's that way...I think. I think I heard her voice." He stated as he opened his eyes. He stumbled back for a second holding his nose.

"Sorry, just the smell of blood is kinda thick." He explained. "But I'm pretty sure that she's that way." He stated as he pointed in the general direction. He then looked over at Asha. "Hey, you can tag along if you want. Or you can go over to those three guys, and let them know what's up, or you can go find the firestarter. Probably won't be too long before you can start seeing the smoke from the fire. Well depending on how they made it that is." He stated as he pointed her towards the people he stated.

Leon then led the way towards who he hoped was Ursel. "Look, Vidra it might not be any of my business, but you should calm down. Worrying yourself like this isn't going to help Ursel." He stated. "Trust me, I know how you feel...I'm looking for someone very important to me too. And letting your fear, and anxiety control you like that won't help anyone." He stated, clearly speaking from experience. Leon groaned slightly as he held his side, he was a lot more beat up than he thought. He wasn't quite sure what they'd do after they found everyone alive.

"It's my sister, my twin sister is who I'm looking for. They said that she's dead but I don't believe them....it's like I can feel it in the back of my head that she's alive." He stated, figuring she might be curious about who he was talking about. "You know, you remind a little bit of Ariel. She was always worried about something. She was borderline OCD, and always had to have everything planned out, and when things didn't go as planned she'd get all anxious, and worried. I'd have to calm her down. I'll tell you what I always told her, focus on what you can control, and then everything else will fall into place."

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“Ok, ok. Geez. Pull yourself together. I'll help you. Just... stop looking at me like that.” The lion hybrid seemed a bit reluctant, but that made Vidra’s heart skip a beat nonetheless. She had someone who was willing to help her look for her only friend. Well, maybe Ursel wouldn’t have to be her only friend now. This lion hybrid seemed like a really nice person. Or at least someone who would be able to withstand Vidra's mood swings and shenanigans. “It's alright, just....calm down. I was gonna look for her anyways, I think she might be helpful to me. Give me some space so I can see if I can pick up the scent.”

Vidra took a few steps back, a wide smile breaking through her tears. “Thank you, thank you so much!” She said happily, bouncing up and down on the heels of her feet. She stood in both awe and eagerness as he started to try to sense if there were others around.

“I got… several heartbeats… three I think from over… there. I got… two others I think. Both are alone… one's… by a fire… I think. She's that way… I think. I think I heard her voice. Sorry, just the smell of blood is kinda thick. But I'm pretty sure that she's that way.”

“Alright, awesome! Thank you, again, so much.” Vidra said to him, her gratitude showing in both her tone and her words. She started limping besides him in the direction of where he thought he heard Ursel’s heartbeat. Just the thought of having the tall, white-haired hybrid around made Vidra feel better immediately.

“Look, Vidra it might not be any of my business, but you should calm down. Worrying yourself like this isn't going to help Ursel. Trust me, I know how you feel… I'm looking for someone very important to me too. And letting your fear, and anxiety control you like that won't help anyone.”

Vidra knew that he was only looking out for her, but what he said still dropped her mood again. She knew that she was terrible in these types or life or death situations; panicking is her first instinct when she has no idea what to do. Especially when she’s all alone. “I know… freaking out and panicking aren’t good things to do. I just do it a lot when things are at stake, which really sucks.”

“It's my sister, my twin sister is who I'm looking for. They said that she's dead but I don't believe them....it's like I can feel it in the back of my head that she's alive. You know, you remind a little bit of Ariel. She was always worried about something. She was borderline OCD, and always had to have everything planned out, and when things didn't go as planned she'd get all anxious, and worried. I'd have to calm her down. I'll tell you what I always told her, focus on what you can control, and then everything else will fall into place.”

Vidra kept her gaze on the ground as the two walked. “It definitely sounds like you care a great deal about her. And we know at this point that we can’t trust anything SAPH says or does. I’m sure you’ll find her one day.” She glanced up at him for a moment to give him a friendly smile. “Oh yeah! I don’t ever think you told me your name.” Now that the subject had changed, Vidra went back to being her usual, gleeful self.

Soon, they came upon a pod that had apparently crashed into a tree then fell to the ground. Vidra could smell fresh blood, but not from her or the other hybrid. Vidra grew tense, taking a more lowered stance. “Ursel..? Are you over there?” The otter hybrid slowly started to make her way to the other side of the cage.

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Even from this distance, Ursel could hear her friend call out for her. The bear Hybrid could tell that Vidra was upset by how her voice quivered in the air. She could also hear a few other Hybrids. They were close but only enough to where she was able to pick their scent from the random breeze that would pass by every few minutes. The very thought that they could be so close made her frustrated. Blowing out air through clenched teeth, the white haired hybrid mentally prepared herself to move her body. While the blue sky was certainly pretty to look at, she didn’t get many chances to gaze up at it before, she needed to sit up so that she could see who was coming her way. With one last huff Ursel slowly propped herself up on her elbows and achingly began to push her body backwards until eventually she felt cool metal press against her battered back.

She hissed in pain as she let her body relax. The pressure on her back hurt now that it was scratched and bruised but she held her tongue. There was no way she was going to make a sound as if she were some kind of wounded animal. The hybrid began to wonder how long she had been there for. It felt like it had been hours but she that couldn’t be possible. The sun hadn’t moved much from its earlier position in the sky when she had landed, then again she could have been out longer than she was aware of. “That’s actually very likely. I wonder if they think I’m dead. Ursel knew that Vidra obviously didn’t since she had been calling her name a while ago but now that she listened, Ursel couldn’t hear the girl cry out anymore. Did she finally give up? The very thought of being left for dead didn’t sit well with Ursel.

In thinking this, she growled low and glared in the direction she assumed the airship had ejected her out from. The young woman didn’t care much for working with SAPH but she had a relatively comfortable life. The only worry she had was whether or not they would end her which doesn’t really make working for them any better than it had been before. Regardless, now wasn’t the time to think up another reason why she disliked SAPH. Every inch of her body was throbbing with pain especially the back of her head. It was about time that she see just what kind of damage had been done to her.

Touching the back of her head with tentative fingers, Ursel winced as it throbbed again but this time much more violently. Hmm this isn’t good. It would seem like I have quite the concussion. If that was the case then getting away from here wouldn’t be as easy as she thought. Ursel had dealt with concussions before and they were difficult to handle and even more so just to move quickly which is what she would need to do soon. She pulled her hand back and saw that it was covered in blood that was still wet. If she wanted to keep the bleeding under wraps then she would have to bandage it but she also needed to wait for the pain and swelling to die down some more. Now that she had diagnosed her head, it was time to move onto the rest of her body. Inspecting her arms and legs, they covered in cuts, bruises and there were two gashes along her thigh. Thankfully they weren’t too deep but there was little chance that she would be able to put pressure on it any time soon. Then came her abdomen which was more bruised than cut thankfully.

Her clothing had been torn some from when she had crawled out from under the capsule but that was the least of her concerns. Tearing off a decent chunk of cloth from the bottom of her trousers, Ursel tied it around the gashes on her thigh. After she had checked to make sure there were no glass bits stuck in it that is. Suddenly Ursel looked up which wasn’t the best idea. A wave of nausea washed over her but she bit down on her lip to keep from groaning in pain. She could hear people approaching her and for a moment she tensed, worried that it was SAPH however there was a familiar scent among those who were near her. Vidra. A soft smile spread across her face at the thought that the young Hybrid had finally found her. There was also another scent, one that she wasn’t all to happy to have smelled near her friend. Leon. Instead of a smile Ursel frowned.

[color=#00d2ff ]“Ursel..? Are you over there?”[/color] Sitting up straighter, Ursel cleared her throat. “I’m over here.” Her throat was still raspy and you could tell that she was tired by the sound of her voice. “I see you met the cat.” Even though she couldn’t actually see them from her position, she could smell him. Once they came around the other end of the capsule, she gave Vidra a soft smile after glancing over at Leon with a menacing glare, as if daring him to try something. Considering her current state, Ursel knew she wouldn’t be able to handle the arrogant cat as she would normally but then she noticed that his side was bleeding. “You better get that checked little cat before it gets worse.” Despite calling him by the name she gave him years ago, Ursel was serious and there was a hint of concern in her voice. Still leaning against the capsules side, Ursel looked up at the pair. “So where are the others? I smelled them nearby but I don’t see them with you.” she nodded her head towards the general direction that they had just came from.

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As entertaining as Remy and Dorian's bickering was, Vail felt himself speed up a little as to not be caught in the crossfire. 'They have a rivalry in the making, that's for sure.' Looking ahead at the group that had formed not to far from where the three currently were, he began to wonder what every one's plans would be. Seeing just how many of them there were, it wasn't difficult to imagine that there would be many different ideas as to how to deal with their current situation. Honestly Vail wasn't even quite sure how he thought they should deal with this.

Noticing that the group that the three were making their way over to had began moving themselves, a moment of hesitation wavered in Vail's mind. The other group was most likely off in search of the one hybrid's companion. Feeling a bit awkward about just trailing behind them, he considered the thought of just going off to search for the other hybrids on their own. However, Dorian had been correct in stating that having the lion help search would make things easier and smoother. So, putting his hesitation aside, Vail continued to follow after them.

Taking this time to really look around at everything, he was once again struck with a bit of disappointment at the fact that there wasn't much to behold. Lots of grass, some trees, some shrubs. There wasn't really anything noteworthy, no houses in the distance or abandoned buildings. In fact, now that Vail was really looking at it, this was truly a terrible place to be in when you were trying to hide from somebody. Besides the trees, there were no places to hid. First order of business once everyone had grouped together would most likely have to be to find a way to a place with a bit more shelter.

Vail's mind was brought back to their current situation when he noticed that the group that they had been following had stopped not to far up ahead. Speeding up a bit, he was able to finally clearly make out everyone in their group. Ursel and Leon didn't look to be in perfect condition, however the otter and heron seemed to be in decent shape.

"So where are the others? I smelled them nearby but I don’t see them with you.” This was the statement that Vail heard as he walked up. Turning to the polar bear that'd asked to question, he crossed his arms and proceeded to state, "Sorry we're late. We sort of got left behind." Not that the others had exactly known that they'd been coming. Turning to face everyone, he wore his usual mask of emotionlessness. "Since it seems that you're all already acquainted, I'm Vail." Suddenly remembering how Remy had failed to introduce himself to Dorian, he once again spoke up, gesturing to the man with maroon hair, "And since I don't exactly trust him to properly introduce himself, he's Remy." Having faith in the bat hybrid to present himself to the others, he stepped out of the spotlight.

A flash caught Vail's eye, looking over curiously he noticed that it had come from a piece of glass reflecting the light of the sun. Walking over to where most of the shards lay, he stared at the light reflecting from them as though a bit mesmerized. Crouching down, Vail scooped up one of them and examined it closely. 'It shines very nicely...' Suddenly shaking himself out of it, he stood up and casually slipped the piece of glass into his pocket. 'Never know when it'll come in handy,' he told himself as his eyes swept over the others. The only thing that Vail really did miss about SAPH was his treasure collection. Guess he'd just have to start a new one.

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As Leon led the way towards Ursel he was glad that Vidra was beginning to calm down a bit. "Thanks. My sister means everything to me, and I won't fail her again. I'm gonna find her no matter what I have to do." He stated with a rather serious, and intimidating look on his face, showing how serious he was about this subject. When Vidra looked back up at him smiling brightly his expression softened. "Oh right, sorry. Slipped my mind. My name's Leon, Leon Cassidy. It's nice to meet you." He stated with a small smile on his face.

As they approached the crash site Leon was rather hesitant. Not only was he not looking forward to seeing Ursel again, but he was not too fond of what condition she might be in, and Vidra seeing it. "Vidra hold up. We don't know what condition she might be in." He stated, but of course it was of no use as Vidra was already rounding the corner of the container. Leon let out a sigh. He turned to look back briefly, seeing that they were followed by some other hybrids. Leon took in a deep breath, and exhaled as he held his side slightly. Better get this over with.

As Leon approached Ursel, and Vidra he rolled his eyes at Ursel calling him a cat. "Well you're pleasant as always." He groaned. "And I'm a lion. Calling me a cat is like calling you a teddy bear. Or panda. Whichever one is more insulting." Leon growled at her. He met her menacing glare with one of his own, appearing to be ready to rip her jugular out. Eyeing her like a lion would eye a rival. When her eyes lingered to his side he instinctively held it, covering his wound.

"I'm fine. And don't call me small, you Amazonian freak. Besides you look in worse shape than me. This is just a paper cut." He growled at her. It wasn't too long before the other hybrids joined them. "That answer your question?" He smirked. "There's one other that I can sense, I think it's a female. They're next to a fire, so she shouldn't be too hard to find." He stated as he pointed in the direction of the remaining hybrid. He then glanced over at Vidra, and sighed. "Look....Ursel.....I helped Vidra find you and now I....may....." He began to say, visibly having trouble asking her for help to find Ariel. "May need your help for something." He muttered softly, barely loud enough to hear it.

Leon then let out a sigh. He can't believe he's asking this, especially to her. "It's my sister, Ariel. Do you remember her? She's missing. The higher ups said she was dead, but I don't believe them one bit." He stated. "Before I ended up in that pinball machine for the damned I broke into a records room, and found out that Warren was the one who declared Ariel dead, and not the doctor I was told. So if anyone knows where she is it'll be him." He explained to her. "I....may need your help in finding her." He managed to get out.

"You and me aren't gonna be friends anytime soon, I get that. I prefer that. But I'm not gonna deny you have....some skill. And you know I wouldn't ask you if this wasn't important." He stated, swallowing his pride. This was for Ariel, he had to do this. Whether he wanted to admit it or not he couldn't get to Warren by himself. And Ursel is as good of a candidate as any. "I mean you aren't as strong as me, since last time you had to use a cheap shot on me to win. I figured you couldn't be entirely useless."

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"Dorian, bat hybrid. I guess you knew that though. So a raccoon and a tadpole? I'm sure this will be interesting."

Remy nodded, processing the bat’s comment as he continued walking towards the lion hybrid and his friend, who seemed to notice them approaching. Of course, he didn’t return the girl’s wave and could tell the lion had more pressing issues on his mind than Remy and the group. “I’m neither a newt, nor a tadpole,” Remy answered matter-of-factly, though some annoyance could be detected by his pronunciation of the world ‘tadpole’. He kept his gaze fixated on the target location and debated whether or not he should go into his usual rant about the difference between reptiles and amphibians. Or how one was superior to the other. Then again, he’d already caught that Dorian knew what his actual species was and decided to save his speech for another day. In spite of the hybrids not having a whole lot of contact with one another, he found it hard to believe that they all hadn’t taken a glance at each other’s files by this point. “And I’m getting awfully tired of your shit, master Wayne,” Remy teased, giving his best Alfred impersonation.

He started to turn and look back at the bat only to get distracted by the sight of smoke. It wasn’t especially far, but at this point they were clearly closer to the lion and Ursel. Remy instinctively dug his hands deeper into his jacket pockets and pulled his arms in closer with a sigh. Although he was fine for the moment, Remy was well aware of how drastically night time temperatures could drop and already found himself somewhat frustrated by the fact. There were plenty of good things about being part gecko. Being a living Popsicle was not one of them. He made a mental note to go find the fire starter - most likely Aquila, since she was the only one he couldn’t account for - after they’d caught up with the rest of the group.

Then there were other basic survival needs that the group would need to address besides the weather. Food, shelter, medical needs. Guess we’ll cross that bridge when we get to it, he thought, watching Veil break apart from the group to get to the others faster. He’d caught up just in time to see Vail gesturing towards him. "And since I don't exactly trust him to properly introduce himself, he's Remy.” Remy looked around the group, noticing how they looked to be in worse shape than himself or his other two traveling companions. With the exception of the screaming girl. Now that he was closer, he could see that she was the otter hybrid, and she appeared to fine physically. He hoped that her being reunited with her friend would spare him the torture of having to hear her voice get any louder.

“The gecko,” Remy nodded un-enthusiastically, noticing how the conversation had already taken a turn at this point. As the lion tried to plead his case to Ursel, Remy found a spot on the ground and sat down, pulling his hands out of his pockets to pick at the blades of grass. It seemed that that was all this place had to offer them, grass. And unless he found some berries or something in the next few days, it looked like grass is what he’d be forced to eat. Remy pushed the thought away, perfectly content to enjoy the sunlight on his body and save all of the technical details about their survival for another day. In all likelihood, they’d be back on the airship anyway, either captured or looking for the lion’s sister. Or, he and Ursel would, at least. Then again, judging by the lion’s comment about her using a “cheap shot” on him, maybe them becoming a team was unlikely.

I guess now's as good a time as ever to go find that fire, Remy wondered, peeling away the bits of grass that had stuck to his fingers. Now that the current objective - find Ursel and the group - was completed, he wanted something else to do. Standing up, he glanced around for the smoke before walking off in that direction.

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Vidra’s whole body was tense; she didn’t know what to expect after what she had seen, no, experienced today. She could smell Ursel’s blood. The last thing she wanted to see was a broken, dead Ursel laying sprawled on the floor, glass impaling her from all angles. However, her sense of hope rose rapidly when she heard a quiet, feeble voice coming from the wreckage. “I’m over here.” Vidra had to stop herself from leaping forward and tackling the large woman in an, ahem, bear hug. “I see you met the cat. You better get that checked little cat before it gets worse. So where are the others? I smelled them nearby but I don’t see them with you.”

Vidra couldn’t help but frown slightly. This was just like Ursel, of course, wondering about others before herself, but it still worried Vidra. The woman was clearly in no shape to move, nevermind search for others. The first thing Vidra did was start to look for supplies. “I’m going to start looking for stuff to help patch people up.” She was doing her best not to fawn over Ursel; she knew the bear would be upset since she usually disliked when Vidra acted motherly towards her.

She began to tear strips off of her clothes; Vidra went from wearing pants to shorts, and a long-sleeve shirt to a tank top. She laid the strips out and stood up, taking a deep breath. Her nose wasn’t amazing, but it wasn’t normal either. Immediately, she picked up a sweet scent tearing through the smell of blood. “Perfect. Be right back.” Vidra quickly darted through the field, inspecting the flowers she passed by. She stopped by a group of white, small flowers that smelled sweet. With a hum, she plucked up a handful of them. After she felt she had a sufficient amount, she went back to frolicking around. She picked up more sweet scents, but she was searching for one in particular. She finally came upon another flower, this time with long, purple petals. She grabbed another handful and darted back to her friends.

“Alright, now we’re in business.” She said, plopping down next to Ursel. “Yarrow for inflammation and stopping infection, and purple coneflower as an extra boost to kill bacteria. I’m going to make a poultice of these herbs, but it would be better if we had a source of fresh water to clean them before anything else.” Vidra bit her bottom lip, thinking hard. Finally, she sighed and looked up at her new friend. “Leon! I need you to sniff out some water. Or at least hear out for a river or something. I can put at much antiseptic on a wound as I want, but that’s not going to help if it’s covered in dry, dirty blood.”

Now that Vidra had a plan, the panic started to seep away. She got to her feet and wrapped the herbs up in the strips of cloth. She needed both of her hands… With a huff, Vidra stuffed the small package into her cleavage; nature’s pouch. Vidra turned to look at the others,: Asha, Remy, who appeared to be wandering off, Dorian, and Vail. “Alright everybody! The first thing we’re doing is looking for water. A lake, a river, anything. That gives us water, and water generally gives us food and the ability to clean wounds. We’re moving out soon.” She turned back to Ursel and bit her lip once more. “Ursel… You’re hurt badly, but we need to get going. I’m going to try to get you standing. You can use me as a crutch. You’re big, but trust me, I can take care of you. C’mon, give me your hand, I’ll pull you up and you put an arm around my shoulder. We’re going to take this slow, so you don’t pass out. Got it? Let’s go.” Vidra held out her hand.

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“And I’m getting awfully tired of your shit, master Wayne,” Remy replied to Dorian's taunting.

The bat let out a small laugh and shook his head. It wasn't the first time someone had made a Batman joke in reference to his species, but he couldn't blame them either. If he wasn't any other animal, he too would've made some reference to the comic book character in reference to a bat hybrid. "Aren't you clever?" He retorted, still highly amused by the gecko. At least things wouldn't get boring while they were all on the run.

When they came upon the wreckage and the polar bear, Dorian felt like he was getting kicked in the stomach with how strongly the scene smelled of blood. While he had just consumed a fair quantity not long before the containers had been dropped onto the Plains, he needed to eat often. He shifted uncomfortably from foot to foot as Vail introduced himself and then Remy, leaving Dorian to speak for himself. Not that he minded. He smiled at the polar bear, flashing his fangs. He had heard of her before, though they had never formally met. "And I'm Dorian." He offered.

Pleasantries aside, the blood smell was getting to him and he had noticed Remy had already gone off in search of the fire. "There's smoke not far from here, I'm going to go check it out." He announced, sure that they were likely too distracted to care much about where a stranger was going.

He had hoped that it'd be Aquila at the fire, feeling that she would be of far more use than any of the others. From what he had remembered of their time working together, she was a force to be reckoned with and a quiet one at that. He figured that together with the group, they'd have the highest chance of survival.

He walked through the wooded area, only slightly behind the Gecko. The fire looked ridiculously far away, despite what he had said earlier, especially since he was on foot. He wondered how the capsule had gotten so far off the course of the others or if it was just awful luck on whatever hybrid happened to land there, if it was a hybrid at all and not just some human out camping.

If he wasn't afraid of being seen by the scientists above, he would've just flown there, but it was still light out and he wouldn't exactly blend in with the sun and blue sky. He couldn't wait for night to fall, knowing that he'd blend in far better than he would in the day - especially since he was still a little groggy from the tranquilizers and the fact that he generally slept during the daylight hours anyway. He yawned.

The smoke grew closer and eventually he could see the outline of a person, as well as make out a pool of water. He smiled when he saw the green hair, but that quickly turned into a frown when he smelled blood on her. "Aquila," Dorian greeted, searching for the source of the blood smell.

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Her sharp amber eyes flicked over to the racoon hybrid, Vail and then to the lizard hybrid, Remy. She had seen around before but hadn’t met him personally. The same could be said of the gecko. It was almost as if he had heard her inner thoughts addressing him as a lizard. A chuckle escaped her throat although it may have been ill timed what with Leon pleading with her. Then again, his (Leon) comment did make her smile a bit. "Look....Ursel.....I helped Vidra find you and now I....may..... may need your help for something." This time, Ursel really did laugh. Leon’s poor attempt at asking her for help was completely unexpected. That and he had said it so quietly made it all the more obvious at how difficult it had been for him to have voiced it aloud. “Speak up a little louder little cat. I couldn’t quite hear you.” Everyone knew full well that she had heard him just fine. Ursel simply enjoyed his flustered attempt for requesting aid. Again, Ursel laughed. It was a deep throated laugh unlike any many have heard before especially from a fellow hybrid as there usually wasn’t much to laugh about.

Ursel made a show of wiping her eyes. The tears were a combination of how hard she was laughing and the subsequent pain she was feeling now. “Leon. I have to admit, you’re right in that Dr. Warren probably would know the whereabouts of Ariel but you’ve got to be kidding me right? I can see that she means a lot to you but do you really expect me to help you to get back in there and get caught just for that crazy old coot to tell you the truth. The truth that you obviously don’t want to hear. That she is dead and there is nothing you can do about it.” The lion would no doubt snap at her but for the time being, Ursel would ignore him and instead focus her attention on Vidra.

The bear watched her young friend rip her clothing so that she had an ample amount of bandages. “Alright, now we’re in business.” She turned her head towards the young otter who now sat next to her. She could smell the aroma from the naturally grown herbs and knew what they were meant for. “She’s right though. It won’t do us much good if our wounds aren’t properly clean up first.” Hearing Vidra take command, Ursel could tell that her normally timid friend had grown a backbone since the last time she had seen her. Maybe the crash landing had a hand in it, alas, she was in no condition to move on her own.

This was rather apparent by how Ursel simply sat there, watching everyone shifting about so they could locate a water source, and hopefully come across the hybrid that was missing. Ursel quickly did a headcount and realized that Aquila was missing which meant that the smoke that everyone had mentioned before was probably her doing. Focusing her attention back on the situation at hand, she couldn’t help but laugh at how assertive the otter was. With a shake of her head, and a smile, Ursel took Vidra’s hands and the two got her on her feet. The movement made Ursel grimace in pain as well as see spots but she stood up straight, towering over the majority of them. Eventually Ursel made use of Vidra’s offer and leaned some of her weight on girl.

“You sure you can stand being my crutch. I’d say the boys are better suited for the task but . . . it would appear they’ve run off in search of the fire and I doubt the little cat here would want to be brought down to such a low position. Right little cat?” despite the pain and the fact that he was probably already mad at her, Ursel couldn’t help but poke at his buttons just a little more. It was a great way to distract herself from the pain she felt and it helped her stay focused. “Any way. I think now is as a good a time to start heading off. While I don’t mind moving around in the dark, not all of us have night vision and it’d be good to rest somewhere where there’s water.” In saying that, Ursel began to walk towards the smell of smoke.

She looked over her shoulder at those who remained behind. One of the was of course Leon and Vidra but the other one was someone she didn’t recognize (Asha). “By the way, as you may have heard, the names Ursel, Polar bear hybrid. I don’t recall seeing you anywhere so would you mind introducing yourself?” Her question was directed towards the bird hybrid (Asha). Regardless of her answer, Ursel would do her best at keeping up some kind of conversation among the four of them until they either reached a water source or the fire whichever one they got to first.
Thankfully they found both at the same time. It took them quite some time to reach both sources. By the time they arrived it was nearly dark. If Ursel had to guess it was maybe seven or eight. The fire provided a decent amount of light and she could make out the forms of the trio that had left before them, Vail, Dorian and Remy were all there along with another old friend. “Aquila. It’s good to see you again.” Pulling her arm away from Vidra, Ursel set herself down with the little strength she had left in her. The bear huffed in pain but kept herself sitting up. “So . . . I don’t know about you guys but I’m utterly famished here. As much as I would love to contribute in finding us a meal to eat, I can barely see past my own two feet.” Ursel’s vision was more or less gone as her conscious began to slip away from her. She laughed a little at herself before finally falling silent.

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Leon's eyes widen when Ursel told him that he should forget about finding Ariel. He growled loudly at her, and clinched his fist tightly. He glared at her with clear hate in his eyes. He only barely caught what Vidra was ordering around. He was just thinking of all the ways he was going to kill the bear. "Shut your damn mouth. I'm not giving up on her!" He roared at her. "If you EVER say anything like that again, I'll kill you myself." He added with a soft yell. He was boiling over with anger from her comments.

Leon shot a quick glare at Vidra. "Don't order me around!" He growled at her, unintentionally lashing out at her. Leon then turned back to Ursel when she said something about him being her crutch. "Shut your damn mouth you bitch!" He roared at her. He looked over at Vidra, and let out a sigh. "I'm sure it's comforting to know that you'd just give up on someone you cared about. But that's not me! Makes me wonder if you were even going to look for Vidra. I'll die trying to find Ariel if I have to, but I guess I'm just a better person than you." He growled. He turned away from her, and began sniffing the air, and looking at the ground to find some kind of water source. And then he found faint animal tracks that led towards the smell of fire, and the last Hybrid that he could sense. He eyed the Hybrid, and then turned to the source of water without any words.

It wasn't long before the others came along, and Ursel greeted the Hybrid, this Aquila who she was apparently familiar with. He bent down in front of the water, and placed his hands in it. He then scooped some in his hand, and ran the water down his face. When Ursel mentioned something about being hungry he merely rolled his eyes. "Like you need the weight." He scuffed. He then got up from the ground, and glared at her once more. "My heart bleeds for you." He mocked. Leon then started to walk away from them. "I'm done here. I found Ursel, found you some water, and found the others. I'm done helping you all. I got more important things to tend to." He stated as he stared off at the distance, glaring at the airship with his fists clinched tightly.