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a character in “Island of Doctor Moreau”, as played by Aramay

Description

Name: [Redacted] "Creature" or "Grue" (That's what the guards have been calling her lately)
Age: 23
Species: Experiment Failed {Important Note: Due to the nature of [Redacted], as a result, subject is highly unstable because [Redacted].}
Height: (Obvious)
Weight: (Obvious)
Appearance: Image
Special Needs: Has no tolerance for being restricted in any form and therefore great care is taken around her whe such circumstances arise. Subject should be allowed to roam freely unless they enter a restricted area.
Strengths: Excels in keeping tabs on what goes on in and around the island while preferring to keep out of sight. Subject has a habit of both seeing and hearing more than anyone should know. (Note: All subjects now require a microchip so their whereabouts can be monitored at all times from now on.)
Weaknesses: Hates being in enclosed spaces or dealing with restrictions of any kind. They can't tolerate catching the interest of someone's attention and they will do anything to keep a distance and curious eyes from seeing them. Subject gets into everything and is not above stealing things that fancys them. (Getting them to drop what they've taken or leaving is not difficult. The fact of simply being discovered is more than enough to get them to flee.)
Career: [Redacted]
Weapons: Unknown
Personality: Reclusive, anti-social, overwhelmingly curious. Subject stays secluded from others yet cannot seem to stand being too far from others for very long. The subject spends a great deal of time observing others from a far, preferably while out of sight from those they are observing.
History: She was brought here after [Redacted]. Subject was highly resistant to the experiments and captivity in general. It was discovered that the subject was easier to work with once they felt that they were free to move about the island. Cameras were installed all over the island to observe their progress since they couldn't be kept in a controlled environment. Subject has been observed interacting with the second subject on occasion. Attempts to communicate with subject by others have failed. Previously stated changes will be implemented in preparation for future subjects.

So begins...

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The area just around the Facility somewhat sparse compared to the rest of the area. While the coverage overhead is still thick enough to cover the building it is almost hollowed out inside. Only the core trees are left but the branches have still been thinned to allow the cameras a full view of the immediate area.

However once the subjects follow the path next to the steam the forest foliage thickens considerably. The left and the right of the path. Even areas directly above them have large overhanging branches that are thick enough to hold a person's weight. This makes the forest looks considerably darker save for the ambient light that manages to permeate up the stream path; further better serving as a sign of encouragement for cautious yet still curious people to head in that direction.

It wouldn't be too long until they would find themselves feeling watched. Just when they think they will catch a glimpse of the voyeur, they will only be rewarded with the sight of rustling branches and the sounds of something quickly scampering around them, and even above them.

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Tex was certainly not the only one to catch the echoing voices of new arrivals that managed to emanate through the air vents to the outside. His ears may have shriveled but he could still hear above the water just fine to tell that there were more than just a couple greenhorns who have found themselves on the island. So it seems as though they expanded their operations to harbor a larger group. He was curious as to how this would turn out. After all. They could barely handle three in the beginning and from what he could remember, the first trials weren't even finished yet. Here he thought he would give them a shocking welcome but the brute with horns already beat him to it. Not like he could drag his body out onto the sand for very long. Feels much like dragging yourself over fine grain sandpaper. It doesn't hurt right away until it rubs away the top hair and outer epidermal layers of skin...not that he had much hair anymore.

Alex lugged his upper body onto the sand so that he could get a better look at where the bird-bat-man had landed. He huffs like an asthmatic old man but once he creates a niche on the side of the stream he settles in enough to quickly recover his air. "Hay. Birdo, see an'thin' to ripe ohf' yeh?" His speech wasn't the best. Serrated teeth were not kind to delicate tongues causing him to develop a speech impediment just so he could avoid accidentally biting off his own tongue. His words were slow but his mind was still well enough intact.

They weren't the only two curious about what was going on inside the building. He could never catch her completely in his sights and for most eyes, she had good reason to do so. But with him, he was starting to think that she started to do this with him as well for the fun of it. Or maybe seclusion was actually getting to her, that knack she had for paranoia was finally getting the best of her. Maybe. What a lonely existence she must lead.

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Tex glanced down at the fish-man several feet below. His gaze spoke of very little interest in the creature but he scoffed slightly anyways, turning his gaze back to the new test subjects. His tail began to uncoil from around the trunk of the tree in which he stood. The movement was very much like that of a snake seeking to wrap around anything nearby.

"Hardly." Tex said simply. "None of these fools will last very long."

Tex lowered one of his wings to grasp the branch he stood on with his hooked claw. He crawled strangely along the branch. His tail slid off the tree trunk to drape below and gradually sway and twitch with each step he took. He lept with ease to a lower branch on another more thickly grown tree. "One of them is ex military though....he should be interesting if he lasts. He'd probably be dumb and stubborn enough to try and confront them. It would be.....thoughtless of me not to lend my.....assistance."

Tex smirked. He and Alex both knew of the potential futility of rebellion, even if the man figured out a way to get them all off the island there was no way society would allow them normal lives again. Both Alex and Tex fared just fine where they where as most people would pay to live on a secluded island full of the bounties of nature. Tex would have fun regardless, sapping the man for his own amusement and desire. He fell silent after that, his sharp gaze scanned the nearby brush sensing vaguely the presence of a comrade he had much desire to avoid. He climbed the tree he was in using hook and talon to find a potential save zone and used his tail and tallons to secure himself in a comfortable inverted position. He wrapped himself in the comfort of his wings with only his head visible. His wide eyes gazing down at Alex. "What will you do? Stalk them along the riverbanks and drag them to their watery graves? That would be amusing. We can rename you Loch Ness. Nessie for short."

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"Y'no I though' the same thing when I saw you." The Tex had little to no meat on his bones to speak of when he first came here. He figured he would be the first one to die off. Either from withdrawal or while trying to execute one of his idiotic plans to get off the island. The man proved to be more versatile than he expected. He neither hated nor particularly enjoyed the man's company but it was far better than talking to the birds. If anything he became more tolerant of him when 'she' went into hiding. Of course she still visited him at times, when she wasn't always looking over her shoulder...speaking of which. The area had grown quiet. Only the distant sound of a bell, the dampened songs of birds and breeze rustling the trees accompanied them.

Alex's attention returned to Tex. "Course he'll last, for now. Till-" He trailed off. Sure the soldier was the best bet starting off considering his training. This of course could change. Just like it did with the different roles that they had played just a few months ago. "Long's you don' get me cau' up in yer sh'nan'gins, like las' time." He didn't even want to bother thinking about that time. Best left to be forgotten to time.

Much of his facial muscles didn't function like they used to but it was clear as day that he was scowling at the feathery man's last comment. "How 'bout you come dow' here so I can give you my opinion?" If he could climb trees he would drag that snarky idiot and watch his expression turn as he pulled him under just long enough to watch him inhale. Tex would hear something zip past his head as he moved further up the trees. It only happened once. But it was enough that he would be reminded just how futile it was for him to climb. No matter how high, as long as he was in the trees he could be reached by one.

'If only it didn't take so damn long for the greenhorns to walk out a damn door. You'd think they were half blind.' Alex thought to himself.

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Tex laughed like a wheezing parrot, "Sorry, I don't scuba dive with sharks."

He stopped laughing when he caught movement at the corner of his eyes. He turned his head abruptly and though he couldn't get a glimpse of the faceless creature keeping an eye on them he knew very well who it was. A twinge of annoyance breeched his expression, discarded only at the sound of Varin's sounds of dispair. He immediately fell to silence and used his hooked claws at the knuckles of his wings to clamber along the branches, upside down towards the sound. He hid far above Varin, cloaked by shadows and leaves his black fur and dirt covered skin acting as some vague form of camouflage. He listened to Varin as he spoke to himself and the heavens, with an indifferent expression on his deformed face.

"Pull yourself together." He said simply. Keeping hidden in the trees but addressing Varin. He wasn't quite ready to show himself yet. Tex was.....melodramatic at times. Varin would hear his voice quite close by, just in the trees but he wouldn't see him, not directly. He would hear the rustle of leaves however and occasionally catch a branch shake as he leapt from one branch to another, climbing and swinging. Perhaps he'd catch the last swaying tip of Tex's long trailing reptilian tail or hear the rustle of his enormous bat wings. Tex's voice would then sound somewhere to the left of him. "Crying isn't going to solve anything, I can assure you that."

Finally Tex would drop in right behind him, after toying with his senses enough to confuse him. His landing would be heavy, both tallons would grip the dirt, the massive curved claws digging deep and locking him into position. He would appear crouched over as his legs compensated for quadrupedal movement, his spine would seem almost curved into an arc, the spine a visible ridge in his back, shoulder blades sharp and visible. His long wing arms came down as forelegs, folded the knuckles substituted as support for landing on. He then would straighten up onto his hind legs again and fold his wings beside him. Upright he was much taller than Valin, about two heads taller but he stood at a reasonable distance away as to not make him feel any more uncomfortable about the whole confrontation. His tail snaked around to circle the mutant's feet, the feathered end quivering slightly.

"Hello." He said simply, a strange and friendly smile spread across his face.

The setting changes from the-island to The Beach and dock

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Evan nods his head methodically while Violet spoke. He looked as though he was half listening, or listening completely while he didn't give much care to what she said. "So you're a biologist who dabbles in anthropology." At least he paid attention enough to come to that conclusion. He didn't completely see her as a distraction for the eyes once he learned that nugget of information about her. So she was more than a pretty face. Maybe it really is worth following her around...

Somehow they managed to miss the others on the way towards the beach through taking a deviated and less beaten trail that eventually merged back with the main one. They were close enough that he could hear voices from the others. He didn't know if she took notice or was so one track in her way of thinking that she didn't bat an eye at it. One voice in particular made him shake his head. There was no way he was going to listen to anything that came out of that particular person's mouth again.

He expected to hear a distinguished rustling in the distance once they were in the middle of the island forest trail. Looking up into the branches, Evan looked to almost expect something staring back at him. To his surprise the area was dead calm. Deafeningly quiet would be a second accurate observation. It made the sounds of the waves crashing against the boat and the following ringing of the bell ring out much louder than it probably would have. For once it made him put some pep in his step to get to the beach.

Looking out towards the boat he could already see how battered it was from being pushed up against some rocks near shore. Bits of woods and debris floated out of a thin but long jagged gash in the side of it. The whole thing was half submerged under water. Evan made a face; same as one would make when looking at a big pile of dishes piled up in the sink or a heavily clogged toilet. "It's best if I wait here and keep a look out. In case the waves get any higher." He wasn't completely full of hot air. It was entirely possible that a large enough wave might hit it hard enough to roll it completely on its side. It was possible for Violet to miss such a que if her attention was on going through sea water soaked goods.

Stepping inside the boat for her would be relatively easy since it was at enough of a slant for her to hoist herself up over the siding. The door lolled open like a tongue hanging from a panting dogs mouth. Inside there was a number of drawers, cupboards and other cubby holes to store supplies. Some of them had been knocked open, spilling their contents into the boat. The previous owner of the boat looked to have been somewhat well prepared with the way many things were in water tight or zip locked bags. Though more than a few had holes torn into them from being thrown around. There were:

~Intact cans of food (With the labels half removed from the sea water and rubbing)
~Soaked blankets and clothing
~Utensils (forks, spoons, knives)
~Fishing poles
~Week's worth of emergency food and water packets
~Burlap bag with a draw string
~Coil of rope
~A self-inflating emergency raft
~Harpoon gun spear with the gun missing
~Opened First aid kit (with most of the items missing)
~Soaked, marked, navigation maps of the ocean
~Fishing net

All of which were strewn about either in, under or just above the water's surface. And with the way the water was slowy rising as the tide came in, she would only have enough time to get some of those items. But before Violet has any time to grab anything however, she would be alerted by a banging sound that couldn't simply be mistaken for the boat. It was coming from what looked like a closet. The door was closed but there was a distinct sound of panicked scratching and knocking coming from behind it.

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Tex turned to keep an eye on Evan, he had been about to take off into the sky and perch on the boat itself when he both heard and saw the creature bolt out from inside. With his keen raptor eyes he could make out exactly who it was despite the sheer speed and frantic movements and heavy clothing that covered it's body. In fact it was the clothing that tipped him off. He let out a shrill long sound that sounded like an angry snake hissing, a lizard spitting and a raptor's long hoarse low hiss. "You!"

Tex unfurled his wings partway to both get them off the ground and allow them to collect the air beneath them, and he ran. His long legs moved just like an ostrich's giving him superb speed over the sand. He flapped his wings wildly, pushing himself forward with even more speed, head low and tail whipping wildly behind him. He caught up to her with ease just as she got to the treeline and the bank of the river and he leapt. His massive talons came down on her back first, by her shoulder, knocking her to the ground and just grazing her shoulder before he could get a firm grip on her. Her fall would have caused her to roll and tumble down to the edge of the river. He leapt down after her, his second grab caught her bag and he stood on her to keep her still. He wasn't as heavy as one would expect him to be, being such an enormous animal. His bones where hollow and he didn't have much fat after all. It would be just enough to keep her just barely too encumbered to throw him off without some squirming, maneuvering, and some good use of leverage. The thing that really kept her from escaping was the bag she had over her shoulders. His talons where stronger than most raptors' which meant even a crow bar wouldn't do anything. He was strong enough in the talons to crush bones.

"Heheheheheheh Where the hell do ya thing you're going? I should have known you would be right in the middle of things picking away at MY supplies. Did you really think that I wouldn't catch you? Darting away like a frightened dog, tail between your legs?"

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Violet was about to respond to Varin when the closet opens. Initially stunned by the appearance of the occupant and further hindered by the water, Violet is too slow in getting out of the way. Feeling the tugging on thing in her hand Violet instinctively tightens her grip. Realizing she was holding the spear, Violet reaches out after the occupant. Intending to apologize and tend to the accidental wound, but she is again too slow.

After the departure of the occupant Violet tosses the fishing net to Varin. Keeping the burlap bag for herself. "Here, grab some supplies, Quickly. It's not safe here any longer." Violet then puts a fishing pole (or two), the rope, the first aid kit, and some random floating bits if there's room in the bag. Then she proceeds to leave the boat and follow the occupant.

Violet makes it on deck in time to see the birdman sneering at the occupant. She shouts, "Hey You! Get off her!" Not sure why she assumed the occupant is female, it just felt right.

Violet gets back to the beach quickly and slowly approaches the pair. The burlap bag of supplies over one shoulder. The spear held at the ready in the other hand. "Leave her alone, You!"

(This is second time submitting this post. The first time a computer error deleted it. And now It won't let properly tag characters)

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"You!" That sound was like an electric jolt that made them visibly jolt during their retreat. A new shock of adrenalin would boost their speed out of fear but it still wasn't enough to keep the threat at bay. This was why they stuck to the trees so often. Tex was almost at his peak advantage, seconded by his speed in the air. Just when they reached the tree line they crouched in preparation to jump up the closest tree with their payload. It was their downfall. The weight made them a few seconds too slow. Soon as their feet left the ground huge talons came down to shove them back towards the ground. "Ah!" They yelped feeling one of those talons rake their shoulder. Cans and other miscellaneous items such as dye packets, binoculars, a flare gun with extra flare cartridges flew out of the bag while they tumbled for a second time; getting sand in every place imaginable. It left them dazed, the wind knocked out of them long enough for Tex to land on top of them.

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Evan meanwhile was hard at work trying to collect the cans that had fallen into the sand. Sure he already knew that there were steady meals, so he didn't have any concern for starving. But the one thing he missed was the flavor. It was enough to make him almost as desperate as the two failed experiments to collect whatever he could carry. When he found that his arms just weren't big enough to hold what he wanted he took to pulling up the bottom of his pajama top to make a pouch. It made him clumsier but it did increase his carrying capacity.

The fight going on between the two experiments only brought to his mind that he had the opportunity to get what he could before running back to the safe confines of his room within the facility. He only looked over his shoulder to see where the two were fighting and, Violet, had gone. All the better for them to take the fight away from him. The loud sounds of creaking, groaning and cracking emanate from the ship in more frequent and louder intervals making Evan jump back a few paces. He nearly dropped what he had just picked up, including things like a small water proof flash light, swiss army knife and a spool of fishing line.

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Cool wet sand pressed up against them. It helped bring them out of their daze to assess what had just happened, and what was happening right now. Grabbing handfuls of sand they tried to fling it over their head to get them to back away. They began to squirm to get out from under Tex only to wince in pain as the movement was pulling open their wounds for more sand to get in. They didn't speak a word, only turned their head just enough so that they could look past the rim of the hood to give Tex an aggregated glare. There was no way they could get away without abandoning the bag. Therefore there was no way for them to get away from those talons.

"Leave her alone, You!" They could hear someone coming closer. It did nothing to ease the tension and desperation they felt to get away.

The long appendage that trailed behind them whipped up to wrap around the nearest part of the foul smelling man bird and began to squeeze so they could do something next. Which was, while still on their stomach, arching their back while lifting their legs up and back towards Tex with the skill of a contortionist. Their feet worked almost like hands; their long, claw tipped toes grip onto one of his scaled ankles and his tail. Whatever was closest to their reach. At the same time they reached back to grab at a wing in order to keep him from flying off.

All of this of course did nothing to help with their bleeding. It soaked into the sand and washed down stream.

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The boat couldn't hold out any longer. It slid further back into the ocean before sinking below the surface. Large bubbles rose to the surface as the last air pockets imploded from pressure. Only the most buoyant items cropped back up to the surface, like buoys. The risk of being pushed up against the rocks or pulled under the surf was high.

Evan sighed wishing that the boat didn't sink so soon. But at least he was walking away with something. He turned around to wake to the facility. "Gah! Jesus, don't sneak up on me like that!" He fumbled with his supplies in front of Crombie. He hadn't seen him before so it didn't occur to him that the guy was blind. Looking him over for a few seconds he juggled his things so he could wave his hand over Crombie's face.

The setting changes from the-beach-and-dock to The Island

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Varin's look on the chaos was as everyone else, even with the net, Varin wasn't one to keep himself idle for long. He needed something to do with his hands. However with the fight going on and with the boat creaking like it was on it's last leg, he started to grab what ever what in arms reach (including some peices of wood) and jumped off the ship.

He jumped off the ship, landing feet first as he fumbled with some of the items in his arms. "This isn't out fight! Come on!" He yelled to violet as he looked around. Again, that feeling of being led on by something. He noticed some cans in the sand; one, maybe two of them sitting there. Granted, living in the northwest where farmers markets were the norm and one was able to ask were the food came from and how to do it; something like canned food wasn't what he had in mind. However, the situation called for this sort of thing.

He opened the net, setting what he found in the boat inside like a makeshift bag and slung it over his shoulder. He had done what the bird-man said, even with him fighting with the other experiments at least his advice was sound. "Gah! Jesus, don't sneak up on me like that!" His head snapped toward Evan, seeing the cans in his arms, making his anger slightly well up as his thoughts started to slide into darker territory. "HEY! I HOPE YOU AREN'T THINKIN' ABOUT MAKING OFF WITH THOSE!" he yelled in his direction.

The setting changes from the-island to The Beach and dock

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Tex screeched in an almost maddened rage, one suddenly uncharacteristic of his cool and deceptive nature. Something alien was brought forth by the frustration of dealing with this known pest and constant adversary a sudden wild desire and need to hurt. To defeat and kill. Tex's pupils constricted to mere pinpricks and he bared his fused teeth his thin lips curling almost disappearing as they stretched in a grotesque snarl and his spit collected and foamed at the edges. It was safe to say he was properly PISSED. Had Grue not been twisted around him constricting his movement he would have without a doubt pounced and scratched at her like a wild feast-crazed vulture then taken her dazed and bloody body high into the clouds to drop her like a ripe coconut on the beach.

Text thrashed wildly for a moment, attempting only to loosen her grip. His right wing flapped hard while his left was pinned under her leg, twisted around his body. He could hear Violet coming up on him from his bound side, beyond his sight range and he twisted his head around to stare threateningly at her. He wiggled his rear to try and loosen Grue's other foothold and used the flexibility of his tail to his advantage. He used all the momentum he could muster to thrash his tail in Violet's direction. He was unable to do much but he managed a good solid strike with the tip of his feathered tail at her right ankle. It would have been both a formidable force but a very small area of impact resulting in a sharp knife-like pain shooting up her ankle and a nasty bruise. If her footing wasn't strong or if she was shocked bad enough it would have tripped her but either way the strike was more of a warning to stay back then a debilitating blow. Tex wouldn't waste any more time on the woman turning his attention to his present foe. He wanted the bag, NEEDED the bag and if she wouldn't forfeit it he would take it from her by force using the only tool he could in disposal. He would then start to peck at the strap over her right shoulder, still flapping and squirming to make resistance futile and a massive expense of energy. His aiming wasn't very good in that situation so again and again his fused and pointed teeth would hit her shoulder, deepening the wound that was already there and causing her pain. Occasionally he would hit his mark and tug and bite on the strap fighting to tear the fibers apart but it was a rather slow going process.

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Crombie drew back from the sound of approaching steps. He was alone on this beach and he was certainly reminded of it. And that bull thing- Cadmus could have been right! What if another predator was feet away! It didn't look like a- seem like a predator, but he couldn't be sure. Seconds later, the supposed predator had bumped into him. "Agh!" Francis sputtered, backing up even more, clutching his cane down tightly at his side as if ready to beat whatever it was with the pathetic stick if he had to. When he actually heard the voice of the opposer, he was strangely relieved to know it wasn't a blood thirsty monster. "Oh, s-sorry..!" He added a bit too late, his face stained red with embarrassment and equally fear.

The guy had paused messing with the things he carried, then Crombie could feel and nearly imagine the movement over his face. His expression morphed to one of confusion and offense, he recoiled from the suddenty of motion, trying to focus on the slightly shorter man. He huffed, Crombie hadn't seen the need for others to wave in his face like that so often. "Stop that," he said softly but in an irritated manner, catching the hand in his own and pushing it back towards its owner.

Distant sounds raised from across the island, he shivered and scratched at the bracelet around his wrist. He was too overwhelmed to overreact, even a little shocked that he was capable of containing himself so well. He kept his attention partially directed towards the dull ache that wrapped around his wrist, mostly to keep himself from lashing out, almost a form of grounding in his eyes in his mind.

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The distraction of the other confrontation happening on the beach cause Violet to completely miss the birdman thrashing his tail in her direction. The impact and pain of the strike causes her tumble backwards.

"Ow!" She lies dazed more than injured watching the birdman's assault on the heavily clothed stranger. As she watches, potential way to end the assault before the stranger is badly injured occurs to her to.

Violet pulls the first aid kit out of her bag. Then puts it and the spear to the side but within reach. She gets up avoiding putting too much weight on her injured ankle. Gripping the burlap bag in both hands she shouts, "If you want the stuff from the boat that badly. Take mine!" Violet swings the bag for the Birdman's shoulder with all the strength and weight behind it she can muster.

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The hope was to trip up Tex enough so they could wiggle free. Or at least put some fear back into that bird brain of his. Instead they would suffer the mistake of forgetting to take one important thing into account. His toothy beak peaks at the strap on the backpack. It didn't matter whether he hit or missed his target since they could still feel the full force of the violent hits. For a freak of nature his strength was nothing to shake a stick at. He was strong enough, with his beak alone to lift their chest up from the ground and then shake them violently before dropping them down to hit the ground hard. Each hit and every peck would cause a yelp of pain and each time their grip on them would weaken until they finally relinquished their grasp altogether, falling back to the ground, going limp.

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Evan stepped back a moment to take in if Crombie was actually blind or not when his hand was pushed away. "Huh." He could see the clouding in his eyes. Was he really blind? It was possible that he wasn't completely blind, but, enough that he needed that walking stick. It was a miracle that he could wander all the way out here. He had to have taken a good couple of tumbles. Could have given up before making it more than a few steps from the facility. "They really lowered their standards on-"

"HEY! I HOPE YOU AREN'T THINKIN' ABOUT MAKING OFF WITH THOSE!" Evan jolted, not expecting Varin to come his way. He didn't even remember that he was on the boat. In a long pause he gives the guy a look over and noticed the net full of items slung over his shoulder. "Look who's talking!" Though he stops himself from saying anything else before giving it thought. That's right, as if he would be able to keep any of this without a good half of it, if not all being confiscated once taken to the Facility. "You and me both, I got a place we can both stash this. Talk about the details later till this blows over." He was only aware that Varin was looking out for himself. The stuff that he had, he didn't care so much about. He just wanted to be able to ensure a way to avoid losing the cans he held.

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"If you want the stuff from the boat that badly. Take mine!" Violet's noble act comes through a bit late. But had it have been made a few seconds later would have been completely overshadowed by what came next.

The stream next to Tex seemed to explode with the ferocity of a depth charge. Rows of sharp teeth inside a gaping maw will be what Tex sees; snapping as they come straight for him. Whether he lets go of the bag or not, matters only if he wanted to decrease his likelihood to have his legs raked by such teeth. It was Alex with all of his bulk that would more likely cause a considerable amount of damage to the lighter party. He landed hard on the sand but it didn't do much to phase him. He immediately goes for what everyone is fighting over. He grabs the bag in his mouth then swings his body up and back towards the water. The original holder of the pack ends up slipping free. What was certain would be that Tex was going to go for a swim with Alex if he didn't let go. Like a huge bull seal he wriggled himself just enough so that he could flail himself back into the water with prize in mouth.

Getting a second wind and freed from under Tex's and the bag's weight they limped their way over to the closest tree. With their good leg they jump up to grab the lowest branch. The pain was evident despite being nearly covered from head to toe. Claws scraped at the bark. No matter how hard they tried there was no way that they could lift their injured arm to the next branch. Before long they lose their footing. Frantic scratching does nothing to stop their decent and they fall back to the sandy ground like a pile of dirty laundry, half curled. They didn't attempt to get up or move after that.

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Tex had continued to peck with the assumption that Grue would never let up but at the last moment, when she finally gave way he switched his tactics to pulling the pack off her limp body.

He never got a chance to.

Violet's pack bounced off of his shoulder blade, causing him to shriek in pain but upon looking up his attention was grasped instantly by the sudden explosion in the water. Tex reacted almost completely by instinct recognizing the only possible cause for the rows of jagged teeth sailing through the air. He leapt up, into the air, raising his tallons between himself and the shark beast. The sound of his wings took over the area completely for a split second a if he where shoving the air itself between them as a shield. He even kicked out at Alex a few times with his talons purely out of defensive instinct, missing on all strikes before he toppled onto his back in the sand.

He flopped back then scrambled back onto his feet, sand clinging to his fur and getting kicked everywhere as he shook first his body, then each wing. He took a swift hop, snatching Violet's discarded sack and took off without a single word, still shedding sand from his back.

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Horribly late to the party, Taurus arrived, huffing and grunting in a state of unrest as he skidded to a halt in the sand. He scanned the beach for the conflict he'd seen on the surveillance cameras, his fists trembling in a barely contained rage. He let out a loud, challenging moo as he spotted Tex high over the tree line, sounding more like a yell.

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Violet yelps in pain and falls back to the ground as her swing forces her weight on to her tender ankle. Her grip on the bag is lost and it just lays on the ground until the birdman makes off with it. Though she soon glad to be on the ground and out of the way.

Violet watches the next series of events with a mixture of fear and awe. As even more never before seen 'residents' of the island appear. The unusual creatures she was promised to see are more than she could have expected. But still, how she came to be here was wrong. Why was she feeling off all day? Why were the others abducted? These questions needed answers, but how to find them? Maybe the stranger from the boat knows something, she's been here longer.

Violet locates her collapsed against a tree. Picking up the first aid kit and spear she limps her way over to the crumpled form. Stopping a little over an arms length away. In a soothing voice, "My name is Violet. I mean you no harm. I'm not a medical doctor but I know first aid. I will treat your injuries to best of my ability if you will let me."

After waiting briefly for an objection, Violet moves closer and opens the first aid kit, taking in what limited supplies she has to work with. Then starts to expose the bleeding wounds and examine them. As she does so it becomes obvious this individual is not human (At least not completely). Violet tries to contain her curiosity and stay focused on treating the injuries first.

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Losing his balance, Crombie was on the sandy floor in a matter of seconds. The shout had just about gave him a heart attack, almost anything did out here. Evan shouted back and it had finally occurred to the blind man there was another person nearby. Oh no. Even in the short amount of time Crombie hung around here, he had easily begun to dread the company of more than a few people. The more there were the more chaos seemed to erupt.

He drug his heel close to his body so that his knee pressed against his chest, his heart was still beating fairly fast. Using the leverage of the ground, he picked himself up again, already debating on whether or not he should leave. It was only two people, and what would they want to do with him anyways? He was useless, but maybe even this was more of the problem. The company of others could be a good thing, but then again, rounding back to his original thought, what would they want to do with him?

The lump in his throat was choking him and he couldn't seem to get rid of it. His ears were red and so were his fingertips, they tingled. He was unsure if it was from the cold wind or the humility.

He made up his mind, even if he didn't like his choice. "Wait." Crombie rubbed his hands together, facing himself where he was generally sure Evan was. "Can," he began slowly. Maybe he shouldn't ask, it was clear the two voices knew each other, they might equally believe Crombie will get in the way. "I go along with you?" It was too late, the words were out on the table and the anxiety grew a bit stronger.

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Taurus huffed and peered across the sand to where Grue lay wounded and curled up. He jogged over there, his large hooves kicking up sand as he trotted forward. He slowed when he got near and he peered over at Violet shortly. He grunted and put a heavy hand on her shoulder then knelt, oddly, one knee to the ground. He waited as Violet checked her over.

Suddenly the walkie at his waist awoke with a burst of static.
"Wouldya look at that. You found 'er Bullboy. Tom's going to owe me twenty I knew she was alive out there fucking with the maintenance crew, forcing us to replace our cameras. Bring 'er in and we'll patch her up right."

Taurus looked at Violet with one watery brown eye. He didn't need to be able to speak to make it known that no one was to get in his way right then. Even when it was clear and obvious that the people on the other end wanted far more than to just patch her up. He scooped Grue up in his massive arms, lifting her like a baby. With a low groan he got back up to his hooves and turned back towards the facility.

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Violet only slightly disturbed, but not frighten by the approach of the large Minotaur finishes taking care of the worst injures on the cloaked stranger.

After the radio transmission, Violet looks the Bullman in the eye and speaks in a tone that allows no argument. "She is my Patient. She does not leave my sight until I hand her care over to a qualified Medical professional. You will give me two minutes, then we will take her back together." It is clear in her tone and manner that nothing short of physical restraint will be enough to dissuade her from her stated path.

Violet hurls the Stranger's bag up into the tree as the Minotaur picks up the other. "Wait for me at the edge of the jungle. I'm just going to grab my clothes."

Violet jogs over to Evan and takes her clothes back. "You can stand here and bicker like children or cooperate like civilized adults and get somewhere." After slipping her shirt back on she offers her arm to the blind man, "You can come along too if you wish."

Then with or without Crombie, Violet returns to the Minotaur and accompanies her patient back to the facility.

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To many eyes, Grue was a heap of ratty clothe that was shoddily tied together, patched and re-patched clothing that hardly retained the original colors that they came out of the store with. Darkened, dirtied with a blackish-gray mud, it made the blood starkly contrast from the rest of the muddy colors. Violet had the opportunities to see patches of skin exposed to the open air; particularly the hands, feet, elbows, knees and, tail. All purposefully smeared by a home made concoction as a crude form of camouflage. Which still didn't hide the fact that there was the faintest layers of fur accenting those areas. The hands could still loosely be considered human in shape if they could be imagined without the claws. Like that of a raccoon or opossum's. It would be a longer shot in the dark to say the same about the less human qualities of the feet. From heel to toe they were easily as long as a man's forearm, hand included, with the "big toe" positioned further back for gripping objects such as branches. This also made it very impractical to walk 'flat footed'.

The worst of the injuries were on the left shoulder and right thigh. It would take a lot to properly flush out the wounds that were now caked with sand and other debris. At the very least it did help slow the bleeding. With Violet's helping hand they would be mostly cleaned and dressed enough to stop the bleeding for the time being as long as Taurus handled Grue carefully enough. "She" wasn't completely unconscious, but in enough shock to leave her in a state close to it. The crackling of the radio made her ears twitch under the hood. Several strands of braided hair dangle free as she's lifted up; as limp as a sack of rice. The last thing she wanted was to end up in the hands of the guards again. There wasn't enough willpower in the world to get herself to move.

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"Can, I go along with you?" It hardly registers to Evan that Crombie was speaking with him. He was more trained on Varin to make sure that he didn't pull a dirty move on him. As that was something that he would most likely do himself if he thought that he would have to fight to keep from losing what he had. Not even the half-clothed Violet would hold his attention when she came back around.

What came next would catch everyone off guard. Several guards came out from the wood works. Either to put a damper on what they were doing or to help collect the prize that Taurus was now holding down by the stream, or both. They didn't appear to happy to see subjects with arms full of unapproved goods that could pose as a safety hazard later on. "Ey! You're not supposed to have those. You too! Put it down!" One calls out to Varin and Evan. They would hear a scuffle break out near the river throwing the guards off for a moment to look towards that direction with their hands on their belts, at the ready.

Evan, thinking it the most advantageous at the time, decided to ditch everyone and head straight for his little hiding spot to ditch the goods. He was surprisingly fast for his size once he had the right motivations. Not that there would be no repercussions for making such a decision. What were they going to do? Ground him? One ran off after Evan, another stayed back and started for Varin. While a third was getting something over the radio about being needed by the river.

The truth was, that they all needed to be brought back into the Facility for a 'check up' to see how they were holding up on their first day out. Plus there were already issues that needed to be addressed. So they would have to be 'herded' back in.
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As Violet returns from the beach she would be greeted with a familiar sight. The water erupting like a volcano. The shark beast known as Alex came back for seconds. For the one that was bleeding all over the bank. This time he was a couple feet further from the water than before. But it didn't stop him from using his weight to throw himself at Taurus and latch onto Grue with those razor sharp teeth. Imagine a shark being able to come up on land when its prey thinks it's safely out of range. A leg would do, seeing as he didn't just want a chunk. He wanted the person it was attached to. Conveniently enough, Grue was much lighter than the bull man and thus further settled her in as the popular target. He used his bulk to weigh Taurus down while using his hand-like fins to wrap around the rest of Grue in a slimy trap before pulling his weight back and down towards the water.

All of this happened with one quick motion. Another to bring all of them rolling back towards the water with Alex flailing like a beached eel to fling himself to where he wanted himself and his catch to be. Back in the stream. There was no doubt about it that he had a limited amount of time before help would arrive so that even he would be left on the sand to explain himself. If he couldn't get Taurus to let go he could always check to see how long he could hold his breath...

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Violet stands stunned by the scene in front of her. Her mind sorting through several incompatible motivations and actions. The desire to help and protect her patient. And how to best do that, The facility has resources but doesn't seem to have the patient's best interests in mind. To dispassionately observe the interactions of three unknown species.

But what to do, which one to help and how? She looks at the fishing spear in her hand, not wanting to use the potentially lethal weapon no matter what she decides to do. Realizing those that run this place may not like her to have the spear or the Nautical charts that she still had tucked in her bra either.

Violet quickly finds a small hollow to hide her 'contraband' in and returns to the struggle now armed with a heavy branch.

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Taurus let out a grunt as Alex hit him with his bulk sending him sprawling backwards into the sand. He exclaimed in frustration as shock, outrage and frustration caused his blood to boil. Taurus had never had a proper reason to act against Alex directly he wasn't wise on Alex's strengths nor fully grasped how fast and agile he really is in the water, therefor he treated his actions against him in that moment, as if he where a very large fish to catch.

Taurus had flipped himself over as quickly as his bulk allowed, putting himself into a stance that could only be described as a charging stance. His hooves where planted firmly in the sand his legs coiled and bulging in tense potential energy. His tail whipped back and forth agitatedly as he worked himself up for the attack. All within five seconds he huffed violently enough to kick up dust with his nostrils and charged.

For about half a minute Taurus could be seen quickly gaining on Alex's retreat, then running along side them before taking a running dive aimed for the water beast's spine.

Taurus wasn't aiming to kill or battle Alex, simply to catch him with his bare hands. His strong arms would wrap around Alex's waist as he struggled to both avoid getting kicked in the face and body and plant his hooves in the rolling silt at the river's bed.

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There was a whip of wind and from what he could tell Evan had left. Even Violet had come and gone in a short amount of time.

Damn it, Crombie cursed at himself, why was he so slow? His hands trembled only faintly, but he assumed this was around the point where he may or may not have a mental break down. Some asshole had dumped him out here. Some asshole thought it would be funny if they dumped a blind guy on an island with a bunch of monsters! His hands trembled maybe even a little harder as he stood there, isolated. He put some of the wait from both of his arms on his cane.

Crombie bit his lip so tightly he swore he had tasted blood. His eyes were shut tightly, and he thought he might snap his cane right in two if he wasn't careful about all this emotional crap. Calm down. The island fell suddenly silent, or at least much quieter in comparison to how it felt before. The chaos in his ears had come to a halt and all he could really focus on was the sound of wind and the waves.

That was enough fresh air for one day...now, if he could just find his way back to the facility, everything might work out okay and he could just hide in his room and sulk for the rest of this horrifying vacation. Crombie prepared himself, and made his way back to where he thought the Facility was located. He stumbled several times, sand building up in his collar and hair every time the wind blew. Soon, he had felt dirt beneath his feet, and sense a small forest of trees ahead of him. Tangible enough for him. He could almost picture the sun through the figures he strained to see, he could almost see the trees, though Crombie still considered himself crazy.

How was he in a forest? He must have taken a wrong turn. The whispers of leaves echoed around him and he was now utterly lost.

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Deep within an even less known part of the island only a faint glow gives light to the otherwise pitch black and half submerged cave. The entire cave system was a maze of stone tubes in various widths that veered off into unknown directions. Some were large enough that you couldn't see the ceiling while others progressively shrank down to the point where someone's shoulders could easily stick. Add in the reminder that half of it all was flooded. Pockets of air did little to help anyone who dared to navigate the otherwise unlit tunnels. Even a skilled underwater cave diver would be reluctant to map it.

In the uncharted tunnels there were sometimes caves that opened up the claustrophobic passages. Some actually had openings accessible to the outside; though many were almost impossible to enter or leave safely without serious climbing gear. In one such cave the floor was half submerged under fresh water. The surface bubbled before Alex emerged; battered but still far better weathered than his cargo. The unconscious passenger with the movements of a limp rag doll is drudged up through the wet silt. There were no signs of life from the pile of bloody rags and skin. Further inspection of her ice cold skin didn't help with her seemingly dismal prognosis. She was below the surface of the water for too long. Thanks to the bumbling stalling of Taurus trying to wrestle her from Alex.

Past the silt was a patch of solid rock. A ripped bag of scavenged supplies already lay on it. One would expect it to be just as cold as its surrounding areas but it was undeniably warm. A hint of something that hide even deeper than the cave system itself. Thickly webbed hands that more resembled fins pushed down on bruised ribs to compress a still chest. Her body began to react to the change in temperature; shivering after the renewed need to breath forced her to cough up water and expand her aching lungs. Alex had to retreat back to the water or risk having his own weight crush his internal organs if he was beached for too long. There was no way he could give her first aid. For better or for worse, mud packed the wounds she had to at least help stop the bleeding. This was far from an ideal place to heal. If she survived long enough to do so. But it was the closest and the safest spot that no one could get to without gills and prior knowledge of its location.

Red stained the water next to the silt shore. Alex achieved a few wounds of his own from the bull headed beast that was Taurus. If the idiot was smart enough to duck before hitting the low hanging metal platform. The very same platform that marked part of the facility in which the river ran under, as well as one access to the underwater tunnels, he surely would have drowned if he kept holding on. That is, if he didn't slow down Alex first. It wasn't that the bull wasn't getting help. By then, and with so much security near the facility trying to throw in nets into the water canal, it was a wonder that he made it in in time. Still...

By the time the heat died down. The help that he had long wished to snag from one of the newcomers. Well they had already gone back inside the facility. He would have to come back out eventually. There was nothing that could fully sustain him while he hid in the water filled tunnels. The staff were going to be royally pissed with him...

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Taurus had awoken quite a ways down the river that Alex had dragged him through, half drowned and exhausted. His massive mound of dark brown blended in neatly with the surrounding jungle making him pretty much invisible to the patrolling guards that had gone to collect the unrest prisoners. He woke up cold, his fur damp and his whole body aching. With difficulty he got to his feet gripping a nearby tree trunk with his malformed hoof-hands. He snorted, causing the moist dirt and grass to scatter around his muzzle.

Taurus tromped through the jungle until he found the main building of the facility, managing to find the group just as the boar charged for Evan. He gave another warning snort and went down to all fours, his two large deformed hoof fingers acting as the supporting toes on a grazing animal. There where several earth trembling thuds as he charged and a sweep of long curled horns sent the boar flying through the air, squealing like a stuck pig. He barely missed Evan's ankles with that sweep and he could feel the hot breath of the beast just before the dirt flung up by his hooves as he skidded to a halt would have showered Evan's lower legs. It was a close call on two counts for that man but Taurus snorted and stood at his full height, a lumbering golem in their presence, fur caked with mud and strung with vines and peered down at him with massive dewy brown eyes.





Many hours would pass for creature before she heard an odd scratching in the ceiling of the cave. Tex had landed on what felt like a hollow bit of earth. He dug his talons into the dirt and kicked as best he could, carving up the dirt like soft clay. It took a while and he was cautious not to let the ground collapse right underneath him. Dirt would first trickle down into the cave before clumps began to cascade around creature. Tex eventually had to leap out of the way, flapping his wings hard to get his weight off of it. He hopped down inside once a mouth was opened wide enough and grasped the wounded bundle of blood stained water dampened cloth. His weight would have been felt on her body slightly as he crouched and leapt again, flapping his wings for vertical lift. Being carried by Tex was by no means a gentle and graceful flight, not at such low altitudes with no wind to pick him up. It was abrupt and uneasy as his wings took the whole burden with each forceful thrust, an up and down jerking motion out of the cave only to be dropped onto the soft dirt. Tex landed next to her and crouched low so his face was close to her. He tugged off some of the bindings covering her face and peered at her with a sharp clinical gaze. "You have two choices here, let me tend to you and be indebted to me or die out here in the cold of night. Choose quickly."

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