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Bleu Rielington

"I win."

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a character in “Project Hybrid”, as played by WhiteTiger08

Description

Name: Bleu Rielington

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Age: 17 years
Gender: Female
Rank in group: Second in Command
Species: Homo Sapien, Panthera tigris

Description: Bleu doesn't look like her average human female. With features large and soft, Bleu is striking, like the tiger she is. Bright cobalt eyes adorn her face, formed like those of the white tiger. The cobalt blue is not like any other color, for it shines more brightly than any other you have seen. Her eyes seem as if they can see through people and into their soul like the tiger. Lush midnight lashes bring out the color in her eyes, making them sometimes appear even brighter. Full lips rest on her face, with rosy cheeks that bring out the color. Golden blonde hair falls delicately over her shoulders, slick straight, and stop just above her small waist. When out, she will wear her locks in a more attractive do, to attract prey, but in battle, it is almost always in a braid.

Her stature is slight, like that of the Bengal tiger. She is only 5'7". She weighs a small number, though she is all muscle. She body is perfect in the eyes of most humans. She was designed to attract, and be beautiful like her inner tiger. Her waist is small, and her bust is average. She is curvy, and has an athletic build, though not unattractively so. She takes pride in her body and appearance, for those features help her achieve what she ever so desires.

Personality: Bleu's confidence rages like a wild fire, for she knows that she is no match for anyone who dares to challenge her. She walks with her head held high, and her back straight. She believes that she is the best and greatest thing out there. She has claws, and they will be revealed when she gets angry. Her fuse is short, so be prepared to see her burn.

Once you have gained her trust, she will throw herself at you whole-heartily, but it is not easy to gain her trust. She prefers flying solo, much like the tiger, and working with others makes her feel slowed down. She feels that many people are terrible on the inside and believes that being with another person will only leave you hurting in the end. She is really a sweet, and compassionate person, and tries to show that she is. She is very protective, and will willingly risk her life for those she loves.

Skilled in:
-agility
-running
-swimming
-hand-to-hand combat
-weapons

Weaknesses:
-listening to authority
-trusting

Job: assassin

History: Bleu had been residing in the United States of America, in one of those little Government Agencies in the desert that Americans created myths about. She was young when she had begun living there, only four. Immediately, the staff feared her. She expected to be greeted with open arms, but she was shackled and placed in a cage suitable for large dogs. She asked for food, water, and just a simple explanation, but was eventually placed in a small cell, still inside her cage. She remained quiet, but was still confused. After a week of close observation, but no human contact, Bleu lost it. She broke the chain on the shackles, and shattered the lock on her cage. She roamed the small cell, crying, demanding to be set free. Eventually, a voice was heard. It said that someone would come in to speak to her. She agreed, and sat cross legged on the floor of her cell. An employee entered.As the door closed, Bleu shattered the lights above, leaving the space dark. She wrapped her little arms around his neck, and much struggling was heard from the control room. Shortly after, emergency light came on, revealing Bleu with the arm around the man's, in a position that cut off his air, and made her ready to snap his neck at a moment's notice. Another voice begged her to release the man, but she refused and bartered his life for her release. After a short time, a young woman entered the room. She had short red hair, and kind words. Her voice was gentle, and it soothed Bleu. The woman introduced herself and Dr.Mae, and asked Bleu to release the man. Bleu denied, but eventually gave in when promised a room of her own. After the man had left, soldiers entered the room with shackles again. Bleu reacted negatively, but Dr. Mae soothed her again, and told Bleu to trust her. The men shackles Bleu twice on both her hands and ankles. They were also extra precautionary, and blind folded her, as well. Bleu was given a room, and also received a relationship with Dr. Mae.

Thirteen years later, Bleu and Dr. Mae were great friends, and only Dr. Mae could calm her. The staff still feared little Bleu, and treated her poorly and bitterly when Dr. Mae was not around. The years of training were horrible, but Dr. Mae helped Bleu through it. Then, more men came. Bleu was in training, and her instructors ran in fear when red lights flashed, and alarms shrilled through the air. Men busted through the door, and Bleu fled. She ran in search of Dr. Mae, and did find her. The Doctor was lying in a pool of blood outside the observatory room. Bleu checked her pulse, but found nothing. A single tear slipped out of the corner of Bleu's eye, and she left. She fuse was lit, and she was on a rampage. She burst back into the training room, ripping the head off a man. She fought many men, ripping off limbs, sending the bone in their noses into their brains. She killed almost all of the men when when more arrived. These men wore black, and were not afraid of her. Bleu approached one, and kicked up her right foot to smash his head, when his hand whipped out at lighting speed and gripped her ankle. He snapped it on sight, and sent her sprawling to the floor. Bleu jumped up, ready to fight when something pricked her arm. She felt instantly weak, but raged on. She fought men and broke several of their bones, but never succeeded in killing one. Eventually her flame blew out, and she collapsed onto the floor. She fought to breath, and felt as if air was leaving her lungs. A short man in a suit approached with a sinister smile on his face. "Look at yourself," he spoke. "You're a mess." He held up a mirror, and Bleu saw. She was drenched in blood, and her eyes were as bright as ever. Her eyes drooped, and she tried to kick the man in his sweet spot. "Look at you, all broken yet still trying to fight," he laughed. "She's gone, honey. It's over." She attempted to spit in his face, but failed. He hit her, breaking her jaw. She mumbled something unintelligible, and the man laughed. He leaned in close. "I win," he sneered, as he closed her drooping eyes, sending Bleu into the darkness.

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Bleu Rielington's Story

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Then, more men came. Bleu was in training, and her instructors ran in fear when red lights flashed, and alarms shrilled through the air. Men busted through the door, and Bleu fled. She ran in search of Dr. Mae, and did find her. The Doctor was lying in a pool of blood outside the observatory room. Bleu checked her pulse, but found nothing. A single tear slipped out of the corner of Bleu's eye, and she left. She fuse was lit, and she was on a rampage. She burst back into the training room, ripping the head off a man. She fought many men, ripping off limbs, sending the bone in their noses into their brains. She killed almost all of the men when when more arrived. These men wore black, and were not afraid of her. Bleu approached one, and kicked up her right foot to smash his head, when his hand whipped out at lighting speed and gripped her ankle. He snapped it on sight, and sent her sprawling to the floor. Bleu jumped up, ready to fight when something pricked her arm. She felt instantly weak, but raged on. She fought men and broke several of their bones, but never succeeded in killing one. Eventually her flame blew out, and she collapsed onto the floor. She fought to breath, and felt as if air was leaving her lungs. A short man in a suit approached with a sinister smile on his face. "Look at yourself," he spoke. "You're a mess." He held up a mirror, and Bleu saw. She was drenched in blood, and her eyes were as bright as ever. Her eyes drooped, and she tried to kick the man in his sweet spot. "Look at you, all broken yet still trying to fight," he laughed. "She's gone, honey. It's over." She attempted to spit in his face, but failed. He hit her, breaking her jaw. She mumbled something unintelligible, and the man laughed. He leaned in close. "I win," he sneered, as he closed her drooping eyes, sending Bleu into the darkness.

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9:00 AM

Squirming, Bleu let out a small whimper. Pain filled her mind, momentarily distracting her from the horrible dream that once occupied it. A terrible tragedy had happened, and somehow Bleu was involved in the event, yet she didn't seem to remember it. She had killed many, and had been killed herself. She shuddered slightly at the memory, but deemed her reaction irrelevant since it was all just a dream. None of that had been real. All of those men were safe in bed, and she wasn't dead.

The pain shoved away the thoughts of the dream again. Bleu gritted her teeth, her large canines showing. Her hand formed a fist, her knuckles white. The pain was intense, and barely tolerable. Slowly, Bleu opened her eyes. The bright cobalt glowed in the dimly light space. The girl was in a glass tube of some sorts. She sat up quickly, a bad choice. Her head ached terribly, and she found that she was very weak. She leaned against the glass, and gazed at her other wounds. Her right ankle was bound in thick bandages, and Bleu was afraid to move it. She lifted a quivering hand, and traced a long scratch on her jaw. The bone was sore, and Bleu vaguely remembers it being broken.

She froze. The dream. In the dream, Bleu had fought against many men, had broken an ankle, had gotten scraped and bruised pretty badly, and had gotten her jaw broken. Bleu shook her head. It had to be real. That was the last thing she remembered, and here she was now. Her breathing had increased rapidly, and her head started spinning again. Fearing that she would faint, she closed her eyes.

The face of the man who shut her eyes appeared in her mind. He smiled evilly, the same way he was the last time Bleu saw his face. He frightened Bleu, but Bleu knew that there was no way he should. She was superior. She had the power. She was a hybrid,after all. A great and mighty white tiger hid behind her eyes, and it was about to be unleashed.

Bleu stood up quickly. She stared at the men gazing into other tubes like hers, studying other hybrids. It disgusted Bleu, seeing creatures locked up and studied. Bleu made a decision. She walked briskly forward and punched the glass with all of her might. The scientists looked at her now, curious. She did the same thing, creating a loud booming sound. The scientists walked over to her tube, gazing at her in wonder. She let out a roar, one as loud as she could muster. It left a ringing in her ears, but apparently none of the men heard it. She swore. The tube must also be sound proof.

Taking a deep breath, Bleu stepped back. She stood at the far corner of the tube,feeling cold air flow in the room, and took and another deep breath. Then, suddenly, she ran forward and jumped into the air. While airborne, Bleu struck the glass with her right heel. The glass cracked and Bleu landed silently on two feet. Her mouth formed a sinister smile as she gazed at the astounded and frightened scientists. She wound her bleeding, broken, and terribly painful right foot up again, prepared to strike again.

Just then, Bleu sensed a gas flowing from the vents above her. Quickly, she flattened herself onto her stomach. She held her breath, and looked around. The scientists were the ones smiling now. Getting angry Bleu jumped up and punched the glass. The glass shattered, and Bleu breathed in fresh air. Suddenly, she felt weak. She swore. She must have breathed in the gas. Staggering, she stepped around the broken glass. She grabbed for the scientists, but the gas slowed her down. She missed them by a mile, and didn't even anticipate the iron arms wrapping around her waist and pinning her arms down. She jumped upward, hitting the nose of her attacker. He groaned, and struck Bleu upside the head.

The girl roared, a pathetic sound. She went limp, the gas and head wound finally getting to her. She was thrown to the floor and whimpered. Cuffs were placed on her wrists and ankles, and her mind briefly flashed back to the time when this same thing happened to her as a child. She was four then, and thirteen years later in was happening again.

Bleu sighed. It was over. They would surely kill her first, now. She caused enough trouble. Keeping her around would cost more than she was worth. Her body grew even weaker, and her eyes fluttered shut. She was picked up, and carried somewhere off into the distance. Her mind drifted, recalling old memories, none of which were particularly fond. She finally made the conclusion, "Hey, I'm going to Hell," and let herself get encased in the darkness.

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Character Portrait: Farai Cerberus Character Portrait: Nikki Dimmidiatus Character Portrait: Bleu Rielington Character Portrait: Spot Willow. Character Portrait: Lovi Mfalme Character Portrait: Kira Mori Character Portrait: Dax Ravenson Character Portrait: Mia Sourin Character Portrait: Marne Levasseur
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10:37 p.m.
“Micah, go!” Lovi yelled. Micah was pulling a sleeping Jeremy onto his back. The tranquilizer had started working instantly, seeing it was raised to the potency to knock out a lion.

“I won’t leave you Lovi,” Micah said to him, gritting his teeth and digging his foot into the ground as if to prove his point. “Just like you wouldn’t abandon Jer, I won’t abandon you. Kellan and Xander and come get Jer. They’ll all be fine. If you—“

“No! I said no. I’m the one who lead you guys into this. I should have listened to Xander. He doubted the legitimacy of..” Lovi trailed off and closed his eyes, trying to fight off the regret. He didn’t have time to think about this right now.

Micah shook his head and put his hand on Lovi’s shoulder, only to be shaken off. Micah sighed. “Listen, no one believed Xander. You know him, always paranoid. You can’t blame yourself for this. It was a mistake,” Micah said. He pulled Jeremy’s arm down further, so her lay more comfortably on his back.

“Mistake. That’s the problem. They put me in my position because I don’t make mistakes. You need to go. If you don’t, all three of us will die,” Lovi said, his eyes still shut. A pained expression crossed his face. A faint beeping noise made his ears twitch in Micah’s direction. “Leave!” He roared. Micah’s face went pale. “That’s an order.” With that, Micah turned and ran off with Jeremy on his back.


9:15 a.m.
Lovi clenched his jaw and bared his teeth at the memory. His eyes were still shut tight, but he could see the light shining through his lids. He heard the shuffle of people walking by and he could hear many other noises. Still keeping his tired eyes shut, he stretched out his arms and legs, only to be able to straighten them half way. Cool glass met the pads of his feet and palms of his hands. Glass? Lovi’s eyes flew open and he was up on his feet in an instant. What the hell is this? He thought as his mouth fell open slightly. His yellow eyes were wide open as he took in his surroundings. He was in a clear glass tube. There were humans in lab coats milling around. There were other glass tubes with people inside. Wait… It can’t be… He recognized everyone there. Despite his 13 years being away from them, his memory served him well. Granted, he couldn’t remember but one name, he still knew these people. They were his family, his friends. They were like him.

He remembered Nikki very well. Even as a kid, he as fascinated by how different she looked. Of course, they all looked weird, but Lovi couldn’t help but stare at her back then. She was sitting with her tail curled around her. He shook his head. Remembering shouldn’t be his prime objective now. He took a deep breath and tried to find any clue as to wear he was. Then he saw it, a clipboard sitting on a table about 15 feet away from him had Econ prison written on it. Before he could process why he was here, a scientist came up to his capsule. She had her hair back in a tight bun, and glasses covering dull blue eyes. She told him the fate of his unit and he became infuriated. He pounded at the glass wall and growled at the woman. She simply just walked away. Lovi continued scratching and hitting the wall, eventually he was able to put a crack in it. He stopped, wondering how far they would let him go before they put more sedatives into him.

His capsule was so small, he could hardly move. His tail was flicking back and forth as he ran his hands through his mane. This isn’t happening. This can’t be happening. Econ Prison was for criminals. He wasn’t a criminal. Okay, he killed those three agents, but how was he supposed to know they were SAPH? They were attacking him and his team! Was he here because he killed those agents? Then what did all the other hybrids do? That couldn’t be the reason. They were coming after him anyway. They were all her for a reason.

They were going to be killed. He had been told in his training the Econ Prison was the only place that even remotely had the means to destroy the hybrids, and even that was questionable. Even if he hadn’t seen the others in 13 years, he felt like he had to save them. I have to save them for Micah. For Jeremy, and Kellan and Xander. He shook the thought away. Saving these people wouldn’t make up for signing his friend’s death sentences by killing the agents. But he still had to do it. Any more guilt and he might want to die. After all, they were his friends; at least they used to be. They had all grown up so much, he even wondered if they remembered each other, let alone that they were family. Once again, he shook his thoughts away and began devising a plan to leave.

He would need a distraction, and then he could break free and help some of the others out. He would get the tiger first; he thought she might be strong. Between the two of them, they might be able to get the others out in a timely fashion. As he glanced in her way, he noticed that she was being cuffed and put into a new capsule. She had broken her. Well he was right about her being strong, but that wouldn’t help him considering she was asleep. Sedatives. Next was finding out if any of them knew the lay out, and how to get out of this prison. Before he could plan anymore, loud sirens came bursting through the silence. Lovi’s first instinct was to crouch down and cover his ears. He looked around and could see a few of the other big cat-hybrids were doing the same thing. One of the mice hybrids was looking around, confused, with a hint of fear in her eyes, while Nikki was crouched down even lower with her hands over her sensitive ears. She looked like she was in a lot of pain. The hawk hybrid was looking around and rustling with the chains on him, trying to break free. The monkey hybrid looked quite frightened and she was jumping around in her capsule, trying to break free. Despite his nonchalant appearance, Lovi could tell there was just a slight hint of curiosity in the snake hybrids eyes. He was just sitting there sipping his wine, but the increased breathing and sipping revealed his sense of heightened urgency to get out of here.

The flashing red lights weren’t as bad as they would have been had they been white, but Lovi was still a bit disoriented. He closed his eyes and fought off that feeling. When he opened them, he was trying his best not to focus on the pulsating red. His pupils dilated all the way, making his golden eyes a fierce black color. He mind was racing on what to do next. This of course was the perfect distraction, but he wouldn’t have time to figure out the rest of his plan. He was just going to have to wing it. As his black eyes darted around the room full of bustling scientists, he saw a dark figure. With his incredible vision, he should have been able to make out a face right away, but he couldn’t because of the crimson lights flashing in his eyes. He rammed his shoulder up against the wall where the first crack was. As he was trying to get out, his capsule began to tremble. He noticed a scientist had pulled a big silver lever with the word “EJECT” written over it in large bold letters. His tail dropped and his ears perked up. The capsules all dropped at the same time, and the last thing Lovi saw was the dark figure pull the lever up again then run to the hole and watch as the capsules fell.

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Lovi woke up with a pounding in his head. He couldn’t see because of the bright sunlight blinding him. He blinked a few times before he became accustomed to the sun. He stood up and realized that his capsule had been shattered. He lazily stepped through the glass, ignoring any cuts he might be getting. Blood was running down the side of his face and into his mouth. There were scrapes all over his arms from the glass cutting him. He looked around and he saw that every other capsule was there. He counted to make sure. Yep, there were eight of them. He could see that most were cracked open, and the hybrid inside was able to get out. They were all moving in some sort of way, and he was greatly relieved by that. He saw the hawk hybrid’s capsule was open, but his chains weren’t broken.

“Hey, guys, is everyone alright?” Lovi called out. As he looked around, he noticed they were in a large grassy field. On one side of them was a mass of trees. Tropical birds were flying from limb to limb; singing their songs to one another. On the other end was more trees, but beyond there were mountains. Finally there was a shore, but Lovi couldn’t tell if it was an ocean or a lake. It could possibly even be a wide river, the glare on the water made it impossible to tell.

Lovi stretched his arms and looked around for Nikki’s capsule. Since she was the only name he remembered, he decided to ask her if she remembered anyone else. He walked over and noticed her capsule wasn’t completely broken. With a few hits, he figured she might be able to get herself out, but he could do it much quicker. He told her to guard her face, and he punched it, causing the glass to shatter. He held out a hand to help her out of the tiny space. “Hi Nikki,” he said, hoping that she would remember.

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Character Portrait: Farai Cerberus Character Portrait: Nikki Dimmidiatus Character Portrait: Bleu Rielington Character Portrait: Spot Willow. Character Portrait: Lovi Mfalme Character Portrait: Kira Mori Character Portrait: Dax Ravenson Character Portrait: Mia Sourin Character Portrait: Marne Levasseur
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Kira couldn't in believe what was happening, in one moment she was being observed by the mans in white coats and another the sirens rang and then...then all the capsules dropped at the same time!

Kira closed her eyes during that time, she was still recovering from the loud noises from the sirens. When she opened her eyes she was in a grassy field, with all the other hybrids in there too. The capsules were almost open so they could escape. She remembered all of them, at least their faces, they were her family once and her closest friends, and now after so long they are all together again. She remembered all the moments they had together, the good ones and the bad ones, and how painful their separation was.

She looked at her capsule, it was almost broken so she could easily get out. Her clothes were all messy because of the pieces of glass, she started to get up when she felt a painful throbbing in her leg, her right leg, the one that had an injury from when she was caught. When she looked at her, it was all bloody, Kira wanted to complain but she knew it wasn't the time to do something like that. Now was the time to be strong and help the others that were in the same miserable situation.

She got out from the capsule with her leg drenched in blood. Kira looked around and saw that the lion was helping one of the hybrids. "Hey lion! I'm gonna help the hawk!" she yelled at him and approached the capsule of the hawk. He was still with cuffs, so she had to take them of, she started to breaking them but it was damn hard! "Crap! This is hard, what are they made of?!" she said angrily, Kira finally was able to take them off.

She got up and looked around, the other one that was cuffed was the tiger girl and she was also injured. "Damn, we are all miserable!" she said.

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Character Portrait: Farai Cerberus Character Portrait: Nikki Dimmidiatus Character Portrait: Bleu Rielington Character Portrait: Spot Willow. Character Portrait: Lovi Mfalme Character Portrait: Kira Mori Character Portrait: Dax Ravenson Character Portrait: Mia Sourin Character Portrait: Marne Levasseur
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Farai scorned the hybrids who tried to escape. Their feeble attempts were useless! If anything, they were putting those who were doing nothing at risk of getting tortured. Farai watched the tigress do her damage on the glass only to get caught by the scientists. He scolded in her direction, "Hmph! Pathetic..." He growls. Once everything seemed to calm down, Farai takes this time to save up on his wine by taking out a thin silver vial and pouring the red liquid inside. When the glass was empty, he clicks the serpent entwined top closed and drops the pristine glass onto the metallic floor. Flinching slightly as the transparent glass shatters upon impact.

Farai's thin black tongue licks at that air as he takes a few more sips from the vial. It was in this instant that the entire room flashed a bright crimson red, staining the metallic structures inside the lab red with it's carnelian rays. Farai stayed completely still, unsure of what was happening. It was as if time froze...The brilliant display the alarm was pulling off unnerved the snake and his eyes darted frantically among his surroundings. Soon after the blazing lights, an ear piercing siren screamed through the halls, and with no fabric to absorb the noise, the sound seemed to amplify once it reached inside his capsule.

Farai lets out what sounded like a cross between a human scream and a hiss from a snake, as he doubles over and covers his ears. The flesh of his hands did little to block the noise which left the hybrid defenseless against the merciless roar. In his agony, his eyes pinch open and he could have sworn on his life, that behind all the frantic scientists was the silhouette of someone completely unknown to him.

Everything was gone suddenly...The noise...The alarm...Farai slowly opened his eyes only to see the bright blue sky. His breath faltered a bit as his stomach began to churn. Then, it hit him...His pupils dilated to very thin reptilian slits in fear as he turned around. His eyes come in contact with the approaching earth. And as he was approaching his last seconds in the air, he muttered one statement, "Well, braccce for impact..."

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He couldn't quite grasp what happened in the thirty or so seconds he came in contact with the rocky earth. All that he could reminisce was the huge rock his capsule collided with, sending the tubular structure a few good meters into the air before landing in the thick foliage of an oak tree.

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Farai's eyes flickered open. Lifting a hand to his head, he groaned as he forces his spine upward and straightening it. It wasn't til after a few more seconds that an extremely agonizing pain rippled across his body making him almost want to puke. His breathing became hysterical as he searched for the source. That was when his eyes rested on a most gruesome sight. The perch that he used earlier, had penetrated deep into his tail. He tries his all to hiss or do some sort of calm noise but all was futile. All he could make out was a groan of distress.

Over time, the pain only seemed to get worse and Farai had had enough of it. With a loud cry, he pulled the heavy post out of his flesh, breaking the perch off of the capsule before angrily throwing it to the side. Farai gasps as a wave of relief flows through his body. The snake immediately gets the hint to leave this godforsaken death machine. With a sigh, the hybrid calmly makes his way out of the open capsule.

Even though there was an aching pain emanating from his tail, his movements were still slow, liquid like. He moved his body in a way a serpent would, as he snaked his way down the tree, head first. Once he was within a foot or two of the earth, he places his hands on the soft clay and the rest of his human body follows until his feet hit the ground. He fixes his long black trench coat, during the time that all of his tail was planted firmly on the earth.

Farai twitches at the voices of others and he turns his head toward the lion guy; Lovi, he thinks. He hisses to himself in aggravation. He would have thought that the arrogant lion would've died during training but apparently, some wishes don't come true. Farai growls and keeps his calm composure in no time. Amber iris's then fixate themselves on the capsules that littered the clearing. He gives a disinterested huff before walking off toward the forest line. He wasn't about to get his scales dirty just yet. Especially for them. His eyes traced every feature of the forest and sky until he came upon an unsettling sight.

The snake droops his shoulders a bit. Should he...help them? As much as he despised every single one of them, he had to keep them alive. As much as it would kill him inside... They were his protection, and he was theirs too. So really, it was a lose-lose situation. "Ugh...I guessss I'll have too..." He states simply before he trudges over to the group.

As he nears them, he opens his arms invitingly. "...Greetingsss former friendsss and alliess...!" He says loud enough for everyone to hear. "Now...! Asss much asss I would love to sstay here and heal from our exhilarating ride...it sseemss that we are running out of time to fasst to bargain with...!" He calls with a chuckle before pointing toward the sky. What he pointed at were long cloud like streaks that pointed straight toward them. Ah, the scientists thought of everything didn't they? Inserting an exhaust machine to lead them toward the group if this ever happened... ingenious!

"Now...If I had to essstimate...! We have about 30 minutesss before the military catchess up to usss and we are done for...!" His voice was like molasses dripping off his tongue and down a gentle slope. He began to chuckle, "...I am not trying to rush you all...But we have preciousss time sslipping out of our grasspss...If we can sstart our trek now...then by the time the jetss and tanksss get here...we will already be some good clicksss away...!"

His eyes flicker among the group. Realizing he forgot to address Lovi, he speaks, "I don't mean to be demanding, in fact, I'm not forcccing you all into doing anything...! I'm just giving out a warning...! We need to be well alert in thisss new land...! And remember, preciousss time...! Preciouss time...!" With that said , he folds his hands into his pockets and turns toward the forest line.

He felt free in this new land, but an unfaltering anxiety was all it took to make the snake tremble. Now that they were free, they will be hunted. Especially since they were all alive...Heh, they were all lucky that they were sent to Econ Prison rather than being shot to death by their own colleagues. Farai was extremely grateful that his boss made his betrayal quick and painless...But now...He would rather take a gunshot to the head...

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Character Portrait: Farai Cerberus Character Portrait: Nikki Dimmidiatus Character Portrait: Bleu Rielington Character Portrait: Spot Willow. Character Portrait: Lovi Mfalme Character Portrait: Kira Mori Character Portrait: Dax Ravenson Character Portrait: Mia Sourin Character Portrait: Marne Levasseur
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As each mutant began to wake, Spot watched them quietly as she sat back down onto the cold, glass floor. The most interesting mutant that had awoken was the Tiger; whose name she had long forgotten. Spot wasn’t very interactive with them when she was younger; the most she’d ever do with them would be having little competitions with them- of course, all of them where to prove that she was the best. They were young then, but now everything was different; thirteen years where a lot, and a lot has changed.

Spot closed her eyes, laying her head back as she tried to relax, putting her hands behind her; it wasn’t long though, that her attempts to relax was interrupted. Bright lights could be seen beneath her eyelids, causing her to open them. The flashing red lights sent horrifying pains up to her head as she looked around, all she could see was chaos. Spot stood up, to only be knocked back onto her ass by an ear piercing siren.

Her hands went to her ears, and she bore her teeth in pain; Spot’s nose wrinkled as she looked up, her bright blue eyes widening as she saw a figure- that was it. Everything was gone. She was ejected.

Spot’s body flew against the glass walls as the noise and disorder had gotten further away until it disappeared fully. It was within those seconds of being airborne that really got to Spot; as if she was in a fantasy that she could escape and fly away- but reality hit her, hard. Her body went from twirling in air to slamming into the end of the capsule as she began to plummet.

“Damn it!” She snarled, trying to break free quickly from the containment- too late. Like the others, her capsule shot towards earth like a bullet through a body; it shattered instantly, sending shards around her as her body knocked against the ground. Grass and dirt flew in all directions, following the shards of glass, nothing protecting her head except for her hands.




Was ten minutes? Perhaps it was even twenty. Spot didn’t know how long she lied on the ground, trying to calm the pain that was violently jerking her body upwards. Her hands closed tightly into fists, becoming white as an equally violent cough escaped her lips, spewing blood across the dirt ground. Her eyes opened slightly as her vision gradually became blurry, before clearing up; the grass flowed peacefully as she heard muffled sounds of the other mutants helping each other.

It took her a while, but after about five minutes, Spot pushed herself off of the ground; the pain still coursing through every inch of her small body. She stood up, falling forwards before she caught herself as she stumbled towards the right- looking as if she was highly intoxicated. Spot reached for her head and gripped it hard, a scowl planted on her face as she slowly raised her blue eyes towards the others to find Farai babbling about something and the bossy ass lion already barfing out orders; or so she assumed.

She stopped about a few feet from where she crashed, taking in her surroundings as her hearing slowly came to. “And remember, preciousss time...! Preciouss time...!"

“What?” She whispered, looking up and behind her, to see a streak of white smoke that would lead the scientist to where they were. “Ah.” She simply said, the scowl now slowly fading as the pain began to ease. Spot began to walk forward, the pain now returning as she tried to make her way forward.

Just ignore it… She thought, making her way forward and ignoring everyone whom had needed help; in fact, she looked similar to a drunk zombie. Spot made her way towards the tree line; in a similar direction as Farai, but she wasn’t following him. Her eyes glazed over the forest, examining every tree as she suddenly came to stop, looking behind her.

Should Spot help them? Nah, in the end, they’d be more of a burden than a plus; half of them where injured- like herself. In fact, it was then that Spot looked down at herself; her tights that she wore underneath her shorts where ripped completely apart, exposing her scratched, bruised and bleeding skin.

The white, collared button up shirt was also ripped, and the colour wasn’t even white anymore; more a dirty egg colour from the dirt and her predicament that had just occurred. The shirt was ripped upwards, exposing her shoulders and leopard-spotted stomach; her sweater suffering the least amount of damaged of her wardrobe.

Spot could feel bruises pulsating on her forehead, and the now open gash she had gotten before was bleeding. Could she really make it out alone without them? Once again, Spot looked back and quickly made a decision. She will follow them; but if they aren’t leaving within ten minutes, she will leave them behind.

Despite her plan, she still continued forward, now mastering the art of ignoring her pain. Her eyes gazed from the group over towards Farai, whom was injured, yet facing towards the forest line; even though she wanted to comment one something, no, more like everything, she stayed quiet and quickened her pace a little, allowing some distance form between her and him as she began to impatiently wait for the others, walking slower as the distance between her and the group increase.

Soon, Spot stopped once again and waited.

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Slowly, Bleu became aware. Once, her world was dark, dull. It was like that for a while, but all too quickly it changed. Light flooded into her closed eyes. The darkness of her previous stae was quickly replaced with blinding hues of yellow and gold. The brightness was too much, and it sent her head spinning. She squeezed her eyes shut harder, trying to make the light go away.
Movement of air sounded, and then horrible crashing sounds. The noises were boomings, like that of thunder. There were many, and each one sent shivers down her spine. Splintering sounds followed, and next came sounds of distress; moans and groans. Bleu was not sure where they were coming from, but they were bothering her, and she wanted them to stop.

All of the blackness had gone away. The numbness that encased her limbs had vanished. At first, all she experienced were pins and needles throughout her body. She compared te feeling to the sensation when either your arm or leg falls asleep. It became worse over time. Her head felt as if if was wrapped in layers of bubblewrap - tight and inflamed. Daggers dug into her scalp and areas all over. Her body overall felt like she had been in a boxing match-bruised and cut- but much worse.

What hurt most of all was her right leg. She vaguely remember breaking her ankle previously, but that pain was nothing compared to what she felt now. Her knee felt like mush, and something dug into her thigh. She couldn't take it. All she wanted was to escape back into dark world she awoke from, but going there again was irrelevent.

Instead, she was slammed into a bright and hot world. "I'm in Hell. Heaven doesn't hurt this much," she said. Slowly she opened her eyes, but was momentarily blinded by the light. After all of the spots in her vision had gone away, she gazed at herself, astounded by what she saw.

She was no longer in the lab where she last remembered being. She was laying in a grassy field, surrounded by glass and blood. Her thigh had a long piece of glass sticking out, and blood slowly flowed from the wound. Scratched covered every area of her body. Her white shorts were stained, and her white blouse was also ripped and stained. The long blonde braid fell over her shoulder and into a small pool of blood. Seeing the situation made her feel even worse.

She gritted her teeth, and squeezed her eyes shut. Her knuckles were white, her hands curled into fists. Flinging her head back, she let out a roar. It was full of pain and distress. She fell back onto the glass covered dirt. Her mind screamed stop, just make the pain all go away, but deep in her heart - despite the daggers she felt plunging into it - she knew she had to stay. Her fists angriliy hit the earth, and her long claws dug into the ground.

Again she roared, louder this time. She laid flat on her back, her right leg twisted painfully in the dirt and glass. Her head was spinning, and she feared that she would faint, returning to the dark world that once seemed so peaceful. Now, it was the one thing she feared most.

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Character Portrait: Farai Cerberus Character Portrait: Nikki Dimmidiatus Character Portrait: Bleu Rielington Character Portrait: Spot Willow. Character Portrait: Lovi Mfalme Character Portrait: Kira Mori Character Portrait: Dax Ravenson Character Portrait: Mia Sourin Character Portrait: Marne Levasseur
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Nikki had been sitting there, watching the others and realizing she knew them. All of them. Form when she was little. They were her best friends, her family. That word seemed so…odd at these circumstances. She studied the others. They were all grown up and different then when they were younger. It's been so long…

"*BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!*" Nikki's train of thought was cut off by loud sirens and flashing lights. The sirens were loud and piercing. They shot the eardrums of Nikki's sensitive ears like a bullet would shoot a thin glass making it burst into a million tiny little pieces. Nikki's hands went up over her ears and she fell to the ground of her glass capsule, hands fisted over her ears, eyes forced shut in pain, teeth clamped together. Her tail was wrapped up around her to her head lightly touching her forehead as she curled up as much as she could. She could see the red flashing lights through her eyelids and could her everyone. It all bled together in the chaos of the sirens. People screaming and yelling at each other about what to take and what to leave. In the mix of it all, she heard the horrible laughter of someone evil. As she forced her eyes to crack open to search for who ever the force was coming from, her capsule was shoot up and out of the prison.

She didn't move, she just kept her eyes opened and watched as the capsule flue through the sky. Nikki thought it was amazing and would love to just stay like this for ever in the peaceful air. Sadly, what goes up must come down. Nikki closed her eyes and braced for impact as she noticed the capsule starting to head downward. As she braced herself, she could feel the capsule starting to spin and spiral out of control. It felt like a downward spin drop on a very crazy roller-coaster. Just as the capsule was getting ready to impact on the earth, Nikki opened one of her eyes. It was the scariest thing ever. Her life flashed before her eyes and the capsule hit the ground with a loud bang and small cracking noise.

Once the capsule was safely on the ground, Nikki started crawling around her small capsule as she looked at the others. Theirs were mostly broken, unlike hers that only had a crack in it at the moment. Just then she looked around and saw a familiar sight coming her way. "Lovi!" Nikki said happily. She hadn't even notice the bruises and scratches she had gotten from the fall. She smiled happily at the lion but jumped a little when Lovi hit the glass and shattered it. Nikki climbed out of the capsule and gave Lovi a hug. "Hey Lovi!" She said happily with a smile and looked around at the others.

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Marne had woken up in a glass chamber, and judging from her apparent weightlessness, was falling pretty fast. She took the blankets she had essentially shrouded herself with and made a cushioned barrier to help her with the landing. Upon impact, she heard the glass shatter, counting the blankets protecting her from the shards as a small blessing. As she unwrapped herself, she pushed herself up and took a look around, getting a view of her enviornment. Well, they were on the ground, so she thankfully didn't have to break everyone out. The downside to this was that the snake-guy was here, and that just made her feel uncomfortable. She dusted herself off, did a secondary once-over, and went over to the nearest other, Bleu she believed her name was, like the cheese. Poor girl had a shard of glass where her thigh was, and it was bleeding something awful. She grabbed her blankets, and walked over to the girl.
"I'm going to ask you to hold still for a bit, this will hurt, and I don't want to lose an ear, okay?" Without waiting for an answer, she pulled out the shard out the same way it had come in and bound the leg with some fabric torn from her one-night bedding, the stuff that hadn't caught any glass shards. "There. Now, Bleu. Is there anywhere else it hurts?" She looked at Bleu with concern in her eyes, she may have been a hybrid of her predator, but she was a hybrid just the same.

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Character Portrait: Farai Cerberus Character Portrait: Nikki Dimmidiatus Character Portrait: Bleu Rielington Character Portrait: Spot Willow. Character Portrait: Lovi Mfalme Character Portrait: Kira Mori Character Portrait: Dax Ravenson Character Portrait: Mia Sourin Character Portrait: Marne Levasseur
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Lovi smiled when he heard Nikki say his name. She remembered! AS he helped her out, he was surprised at the hug she gave him. He tensed up at first, but then he returned the hug with a slight squeeze. She smiled at him and his smile only widened. She looked around at the others, and Lovi followed suit.

"Now...If I had to essstimate...! We have about 30 minutesss before the military catchess up to usss and we are done for...!" His voice was like molasses dripping off his tongue and down a gentle slope. He began to chuckle, "...I am not trying to rush you all...But we have preciousss time sslipping out of our grasspss...If we can sstart our trek now...then by the time the jetss and tanksss get here...we will already be some good clicksss away...!" Lovi glanced over at Farai. Hearing his voice helped him to remember his name. They were never the best of friends as children, well no one really was close with Farai that he could remember, be he had to agree.

Just as he was about he agree, Farai continued. "I don't mean to be demanding, in fact, I'm not forcccing you all into doing anything...! I'm just giving out a warning...! We need to be well alert in thisss new land...! And remember, preciousss time...! Preciouss time...!" Despite his seemingly good intentions, and decline of telling people what to do, Lovi still felt uncomfortable with him.

"Farai's right. We need to get moving now. We're all a bit banged up, some worse than others," He glanced over at Bleu and Marne. He was going to help her but the mouse girl seemed to be taking good enough care of her for now. He saw the hawk boy stretch his wings and take off. As everyone was standing up and moving around, the smell of blood was filling the air ever so pleasantly. Lovi hadn't realized how hungry he was. He closed his eyes and let out a low growl, fighting it off. He would have to hunt later. Just as he was opening his eyes, blood from the hawk fell onto his nose. He could have almost laughed at the irony. He angrily wiped it off as his eyes went black. He growled again, then looked around the group. He saw Spot out further than Farai was and he sighed. He knew that most of the other cats were solitary, but they would just have to let that go. They all needed each other, at least right now they did. He glanced over at Kira and then to Nikki. He took a deep breath to gather his thoughts and control the hunger.

“We need to split up for now. Staying within a click of one another, but we can't stay as a big group. We'll meet up again at night fall. " He let out a small roar, demanding attention from everyone. He hoped the boy up in the sky could hear him. "You, cheetah, Kiara or Kira.. Sorry. Come over here. You’re with the hawk and Monkey.” He pointed to the sky, then turned to face Bleu. “Bleu and mouse, not you Nikki, you’re with me. Nikki and Farai, you two are with jaguar.” He pointed out to Spot, “Everyone understand? We’ll enter the forest in a straight line. Myself, Bleu and Mouse in the center, Farai, Nikki and Jaguar on the east and Hawk and Kira on the west. While you’re moving, be careful to count your steps. Try to stay at the same pace. Make sure you’re going straight or else we’ll lose each other. After every 200 steps, stop and wait 30 seconds. Listen and see if you can here the others moving, if you can, you know we’re off pace. Listen to whether they are ahead or behind you. This should help us stay together somewhat. At dusk, head inward. From there we’ll figure out what to do.”

He looked around the group one more time. Right now, they were covered in blood, limping, grimacing and distrustful. But he knew that they could all do this.

He roared once more, signaling for the groups to leave. He gave Nikki another smile before he jogged over to Bleu. “I saw your leg. It looks pretty bad. Mouse fixed it okay. Can you run? If not I’m sure I could carry you,” Lovi offered. At this point he wasn’t sure if he would wait for an answer. She looked like she was in loads of pain. There was blood all over her. Another wave of hunger coursed through him. He growled slightly, baring his canines. “Nevermind, come on.” He said and put his hands on her waist. He lifted her up, then turned so she was leaning on his back. He pulled her up and wrapped her arms around his neck. “Mouse, let’s go. Hold on Bleu, this is going to hurt, but it’s better than you running.” He kicked off at a light jog and progressed into a run towards the forest.


((I included Mia, but if she doesn't show up, just ignore that part. ))

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Marne saw his hunger right away, and wrapped Bleu in the rest of her blankets to help against shock.
"Don't even think about it. We need you to lead the group, and that'll kind of go bust if you end up eating people." As she spoke, she kept pace with Lovi in terms of speed, her meal from the previous night giving her more than enough energy. She then climbed into the trees,once they reached the forest, using her height to scope out where it would and wouldn't be safe. With each area that was, she motioned them on, keeping this up until she felt like coming down, at which point she dropped straight from the branches and made a three-point landing.
"And before I forget, my name isn't Mouse, it's Marne. Like how you'd pronounce Barney if it started with an "M"~!" She said with a little lilt to her voice, as if her mind was running in several directions, and his existence only laid on one of those paths.

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Bleu's eyes had been closed, trying to hide from the pain. She felt as if she was close to the blackness, but it stubbornly remained in the back pit of her mind. How desperately she tried to venture to the vortex, the pit. Eventually she reduced to pleaded, begging the blackness to suck her into it's abyss. Nothing had worked, and Bleu remained in her own personal painful reality.

A small, gentle but desperate voice coaxed her out of her pathetic trance. Cracking opening her eyes, she gazed at a girl she remembered vaguely. Marne, she believed her name was. The girl spoke softly, but sternly. In between slight moans, Bleu made out something had sounded like Marne was going to remove the glass from her thigh. Before she even had time to protest, she felt a tugging in her leg, and bit back a roar. The glass was gone, and she was close to reaming Marne out. Bleu wasn't mad, in fact she was relieved. She was very thankful for what Marne had did, and didn't want to damage her acute hearing.

Her fingers reached out, trying to feel the wound, but her hand was lightly pushed away. Marne tied a blanket around her leg, securing it as to stop the bleeding. Bleu growled slightly as the blanket was pulled tighter. The pain was lessened, but still there. Her knee still felt wrong, and she greatly doubted that it was okay. Marne then asked if anything else hurt.

"Thank you, Marne." Bleu smiled sweetly. This smile was genuine, and Marne deserved that. "The pain isn't as bad anymore. Can you fetch me a-." Bleu dropped the end of her sentence when a dark shadow fell across her face.

Looking up, she met the gaze of a familiar lion. Lovi. She remembered him from her childhood days, always tugging on her braids. "I saw your leg. It looks pretty bad. Mouse fixed it okay. Can you run? I'm not sure I could carry you," he asked. Bleu looked at her broken limb, and began to speak when Lovi cut her off. "Never mind. Come on."

His hands wrapped around her waist, and he scooped her into his arms. Marne then wrapped blankets around Bleu. She growled slightly, but wasn't mad at the hybrids. She wasn't used to being taken care of. Being independent was part of her nature. The tiger was always alone.

“Mouse, let’s go. Hold on Bleu, this is going to hurt, but it’s better than you running.” She gritted her teeth as Lovi broke off into a run. It was painful. She became light-headed again, and rested her head on Lovi's chest, and closed her eyes. She knew that they wouldn't let her run in her condition, so bit her lip and refrained from complaining.

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As Lovi held onto Bleu, Marne scolded him on his hunger. He scowled at the small girl. She was in no place to tell him to control his hunger. He could rip her apart before she even knew what happened. "Alright." He said with a roll of his eyes. He was a bit flattered that she had said they "needed" him to lead the group. Clearly, he was the only one up for it. Most of the cats were solo creatures. Nikki was too sweet to lead, and Farai.. well not everyone trusted him. Not that everyone trusted Lovi, but apparently he was less of a threat than the snake. He considered Marne as he glanced up at her, pointing them in the best directions. Marne was feisty, but Lovi imagined she would crack under the pressure after too long of being in control. He looked down at the girl in his arms. She was covered in blood, but her face looked somewhat peaceful, rested against his heaving chest. Peaceful compared to how she looked before, letting out roars that even Lovi cringe. Lovi mentally tried to take a step back and consider himself, and his downfalls. Before he could get too in depth, Marne dropped in front of him. He halted and Bleu flinched in his arms from the sudden stop. She was still biting back a roar, he could tell.

"And before I forget, my name isn't Mouse, it's Marne. Like how you'd pronounce Barney if it started with an "M"~!" She said to him, although she seemed like she was absorbed in a million other things. She began moving again.

"Alright, Marne," Lovi said, rolling his eyes at the girl once more, but his voice sounded serious. He was itching to run on all fours. Because of his lion legs, it was more natural to run that way, and he was faster as well. He stole another glance at Bleu. She looked like she was in pain. The thought ran across his brain that he hadn't inspected himself for injuries. No one looked at him funny, so he assumed that he was alright. He kept running, figuring he could check it in a few paces. He had been subconsciously counting in his head. This technique was something he had learned in his training. If done properly, it worked flawlessly. He, Xander, Micah, Jer and Kellan had mastered it between the five of them. Whenever they would head inward, they were always within at the most 5 steps of one another. His heart sank at the thought of his friends. Despite the other hybrids, they were his only friends. They were his family. He realized now that he was just surrounded by strangers, masked by familiar faces. Voices coming from these strangers reminded him of the cubs he would play with in the yard, the mice he would stalk in the grass, the snake he liked to tease and the bird he would race down the street. These people now were.. different. Back then they showed signs of being loners, but everyone does. They all ate meals together, the girls had bath time together, and so did he and the boys. They fought like a family, but they lived and loved like a family, too. There was no such thing as a misfit in the group, because they were all misfits, but they didn't know the difference. These people now though.. they're hard, and cold. He could see the looks he got when he was separating them into groups. Lovi was not ignorant of that, but they were. They were ignorant to the fact that he was trying to save them. He clenched his jaw and tried his best to push these thoughts away. It hurt him so bad that his family was acting this way. The "every man for himself" mentality was projecting off of them like a females scent fills the air in heat. He let out a low noise, to signal to Marne to stop.

"Shh.. Do you hear the others?" Lovi could hear moving in the distance, but it seemed to come from all sides. He shook his head, but his hearing wasn't right. He gently set Bleu down and inspected himself. Glass shards were everywhere. He groaned. He began picking out the biggest ones and throwing them safely behind them. When he bent down to scoop up the tiger girl again, a pain shot across his back that resulted in a roar from him. He ripped off his t shirt, only to discover it was already ripped. He peered over his shoulder and saw a huge red line starting from his shoulder, that extended to the opposite side of his lower back. His jeans were covered in blood in the back and he was shocked at how he couldn't feel this before. He figured when he fell, his capsule broke into a big piece and jammed him in the back. Adrenaline was the only thing he could think of that kept the pain away. He would be fine just running on his own and dealing with the pain, but he couldn't carry Bleu anymore. Already, his entire back was throbbing. He felt like the pain was sinking into him, and the cut would soon find it's way through to his torso. He winced just thinking about it and searched around for something sharp. The only way he could go on was to get another rush of adrenaline.

"Marne, please don't ask questions, but either I'm going to need to to bite me, or find some way to double the pain in this," he said and turned around, showing her his back. "I can't carry Bleu anymore if I don't have some adrenaline. You can't carry her and she definitely can't run. So just pick something and hurry up. Once you do, I can get Bleu and we'll be on our way again." Lovi said. his pain was growing, but he knew more pain was the only way.

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Marne smiled at Lovi's realization at what she had said about his leadership. It wasn't that he was more capable at leadership than her, but more at the fact that she could use him as a figurehead, someone who people would actually listen to. After all, she was too small to take seriously, and the leader rarely was the one to get things done, it was the job of those behind them to get their hands dirty. As they walked, she saw the glass in his back, and although she winced a little, said nothing. He obviously wasn't bothered by it, and she figured once he realized it was there, she was going to be asked to help in some way, thus making him owe her. Once he finally asked her help, she grinned.
"Aw, the kitty needs help? Give me a minute." she said. With that, she sniffed the air a bit, found some bones left picked clean by the forest animals, and shattered one, taking the sharpest shard and tearing out some silk thread from her clothes. She then poked a pair of holes through Lovi's skin and began sewing up the hole, not caring to warn Lovi so his adrenaline would take more effect, ending up giving Lovi 12 stitches, mainly because that was all the thread she could sacrifice. Afterwards, she took Bleu from him, lifting her easily thanks to her mousy muscle.
"I'll take Bleu Cheese from you for now, you focus on just being able to stand. We'll walk from now on, as well. I can't hear anyone incoming for 100 meters, so we'll be safe. For now, MARCH."

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Lovi growled at her when she called him 'kitty'. That was one way to get on his bad side. And that was hard to do. Of course, she probably wouldn't care. She hated him anyway. As she looked around for God knows what, she began tearing her clothes apart, only a bit. Lovi's lips quirked up as he caught a glimpse of her side. She was too focused on what she was doing to notice. Lovi closed his eyes, and when he opened them, Marne was gone. Just as he was about to turn around, he sensed her behind him. She stopped his back with whatever she had found, and she kept stabbing him. As the pain seeped into him, he could feel the endorphins fighting off the pain, and a rush of energy took it's place.

"Not bad, Mouse." He said to her with a smile as he peeked over his shoulder, inspecting her work. He couldn't see that well, but half of the gash was closed up, well, more closed than the first half. He knew she wouldn't like that he called her mouse, but it was payback for calling him kitty. Also, he didn't think Tiger would like being called cheese. Especially coming from a mouse. He was surprised that she could lift Bleu. "I underestimated you," He admitted. What he didn't say was that he didn't think she'd last for very long. And, on top of that, she said no running, and he was fine now. He figured she might be able to carry her, but not run at that same time. Considering the size difference it was only a matter of time.

After a few hours, Lovi's back was killing him, but walking was fine. They covered more ground than he thought they might just walking, and Marne was constantly telling him about how far the others were because his hearing was still wrong. He concluded that he had a concussion. He could tell that Marne was getting just a bit tired, although he assumed she was hiding most of it. Carrying Bleu would take a toll on her. He silently touched her shoulder and gestured to Bleu. He took Bleu adjusted her so she might be comfortable. They walked until the sun started fading, and Lovi asked Marne to climb to the top of the trees and confirm is was sunset. Once she did, he told her it was time to stop and wait for the others. When he could see Farai in the distance, with Nikki and Leopard I called her jaguar earlier... Shit. he thought as the realization hit him. Well, anyhow, Nikki and the other girl were helping Farai along, and Lovi smirked. The others weren't in sight, so he figured they should wait a minute or two and see if they could hear them.

He set Bleu down and pulled her hurt thigh onto his own lap. He pulled off the bandage Marne had tied on there and inspected the wound. The thought of the bacteria festering there sickened him, and he would hate to deal with an infection. He crinkled his nose before bending down and cleaning the wound by licking it, just how any lion would do it. His unit mates never minded him taking care of their wounds this way, so it didn't even cross his mind to think that Bleu would mind.

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"We're not leaving you." Came a very surprising response out of the leopard girls mouth. So surprising, that during the droned out silence which followed, the snake actually lifted an eyebrow toward the girl. He had no time to question his own thoughts, before Spots spoke once more. “I’m not getting my ass chewed off by that narcissistic lion.” This statement led Farai to chuckle and nod in understanding.

His eyes drifted up toward Spots face as she gave him a 'Get a move on' sort of look in which woman typically give other woman lower than them or men who got on their nerves. Farai rolled his eyes before reluctantly getting up and walking out deeper into the woods. Another comment leaving the leopard hybrids mouth, "We can take it easy for now on; if they so happen to actually spot us, then we will leave you."

Farai smirked and as response, he spoke politely, "Of courssse dearessst..." Letting Spots take the lead in front of him. Never get onto bad terms with a woman. Nobody wins...This thought caused a chuckle to arouse out of his throat and through his mouth. (Too)Happy remarks, comments, and jokes annoyed the snake beyond belief; but when it came to Spots' behavior...It amused the serpent. The way she would scold them as if they were children...The way she would speak in ways in which obnoxious and utterly joyful people would only see her as equally happy when really, she was cold and sour. Ah, they had so much in common. Spots just showed her annoyance verbally and/or physically with little hesitation. Farai on the other hand, would most likely play it off as if it didn't affect him at all. Despite his cleverly played acts, inside he was cold just as she.

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Farais eyes watched over the golden canopy. Rays of light shimmered in between the spaces of leaves, and because it was Autumn, there were more cavities in the canopy resulting in bigger and extra bars of light. A heavenly sight to behold. It certainly created a calmly silence between the former allies. It was serene and comfortable. Silences in which little traces of awkwardness stood out between the allies. Farai enjoyed the hush while it lasted, but as day began shifting into night, and the golden orb in the sky receded more toward the horizon, the temperature began to drop. His insides rapidly decreased along with the colder weather making his physical and mental attributes increase. This wouldn't have been a problem if it hadn't made the snake a bit more hyper.

Farai shifted his weight from foot to foot and sometimes his tail would rattle abruptly before stopping just as quickly as it started. After hours upon hours of silence, farai was itching for a conversation. More time passes and Farai has literally opened his mouth to speak but no words would come out. This happened several more times before his body finally won and he spoke in a jumble of words, "Wonderfulweatherwearehaving!' He suddenly bursts out. After a couple of seconds, he regained his composure and spoke once more. This time though, in a much calmer fashion. "Sssso...Wonderful weather we are having...Wouldn't you two agree?" He asks.

His voice was a bit shaky due to the cold weather and his eyes traced the ground. His iris's seemed to shift from the ground to the two girls in front of him. Grasping the days in which they were family...Was difficult. SAPH had trained Farai to feel any such 'loving' emotions toward people like...Them. But ever since the capturing, small bits of his past showed their faces and the image in the mirror, the image in which SAPH controlled, looked different. From what he could reminisce so far, was that he was much friendlier...Much much MUCH friendlier. In fact,, he could remember his friends eating lunch together and him suddenly 'disappearing' from the scientists view to slither outside and chase butterflies and play with bunnies...Literally. The very thought of his child self made Farai shudder and although he kept his fun to himself, he had a slight suspicion that Lovi caught sight of him playing with mice and other furry creatures during their free time. Farai believes this is partly due to the reason why the lion cub would constantly tease him.

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The group reached the clearing by dusk and spotted some familiar faces. Farai grins and approaches the lions group. "Well, we are here. Exactly on time..." He was cut off when he sees the lion licking the Bleu girls thigh. "Ehem...I sssee that your busssy...I'll jusst go get sssome fire wood..." He speaks awkwardly before heading toward he edge of the forest.

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The constant up and down movements of Lovi running made Bleu sick to her stomach. She had never gotten motion sickness before, but the wound on top of still being drosey from the second dose of sedatives she received at ECON must've brought it on. Her head spun in circles, and she gritted her teeth.
Suddenly, the ride stopped. Lovi slid to a fast halt, and Bleu's leg banged against his forearm. How badly she wanted to roar, to let out all of her anger, frustrations, and the pain that coursed through her body. For years, Bleu had felt invincsible. Her power was unbelievable. She had never experienced pain, for she never let anyone get close enough to her to inflict it. Now that she was back with her family, she had never felt to vulnerable. She doubted that she would be able to hold her own against anyone now. She was dazed, and broken.

Lovi spoke softly about hearing the others, and set Bleu down. She gritted her teeth, and laid her head back on the soft grass of the woods. She had always loved the woods. As a young girl she had always ventured out there, chasing the rabbits and swinging through the trees. She hadn't been there in years, and now it was full of bad memories.

She watched as Marne silently sewed Lovi's wounds closed. She had never been a good sewer. She had tried so sew a cut on her forearm once, and still has a scar. Marne finished up with Lovi, and lifted Bleu easily into her arms. Bleu was surprised and tried to object, but Lovi spoke first. "Not bad, Mouse."

Long hours passed by slowly, and Bleu began to get tired. Darkness was slowly approaching. She could tell Marne was straining. She was sure that she could probably move on her own if she leaned heavily on one of her team members, but figured that none of them would let her do that anyway.

Lovi switched turns with Marne, taking Bleu into his own hands. She winced and whimpered, as her body was moved again. Her breathing was slowed by now, not as rapid as it had been when they had crash-landed. As the sun set, Bleu became drowsy, and she could only imagine how Marne and Lovi felt. They were the ones doing the heavy lifting and running.

By late sunset, the group decided to settle down. A sigh of relief escaped Bleu's lips as Lovi set her down. Being on solid ground had never felt more relaxing. Carefully lifting her leg, the lion set it down on his lap. Bleu rested on her elbows, gritting her teeth and looking away and her dealt with the wound. She didn't want to see it. Hearing a small gasp from Lovi surprised her, and she assumed the wound must be bad. She felt wetness, and assumed Lovi licked the wound. She didn't mind, and was actually used to it.
The cut wasn't the only damage on the tiger's body. Her knee felt like mush, and assumed it was broken. That would heal eventually, but what worried her was her mental health. Her head was still spinning. She felt as if someone ws squeezing her head, adding more and more pressure with each passing second. She sighed, and shoved away the thought.

"Lovi," she began. "I need a long, wide, and flat piece of bark." She planned on putting under her injured leg, and wrapping the bandage around it. It would create a makeshift cast. She would be able to move on her own, and not inflict the burden of taking care of her on Lovi and Marne.

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Character Portrait: Farai Cerberus Character Portrait: Nikki Dimmidiatus Character Portrait: Bleu Rielington Character Portrait: Spot Willow. Character Portrait: Lovi Mfalme Character Portrait: Marne Levasseur
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As soon as Farai started to walk, Spot took a step as well, and within a few seconds, she was a head of him; her eyes followed Nikki as she climbed through the trees with amazement. To be completely honest with herself, Spot was partially glad to have Nikki with her- no matter how much her stomach deceived her eyes. Nikki had good speed and was limber enough to move throughout the canopy, able to see what’s coming as well as lead the way; it was nice- in an annoying and obnoxious way.

They walked continuously, and after so long, Spot would lose her bet with herself; surprisingly, Farai kept up without much stopping. After a couple of yards or so, she would change the position to where she thought he’d collapsed to a new and further position; before losing once more and repeating the game. It kept her entertained as well as her mind off of her growing hunger and fatigue; which lurked in her stomach and clawed at her abdomen, begging to be fed. Every once and a while, Spot would pick up the pace, hoping to keep the two from hearing her stomach growl.




Even though it seemed like hours of walking, the silence that lied between the three was nice; each time they’d slow down, Spot was able to doze off once and while and awaken when they’d pick up the pace. The cool, fall breeze would dance against her cheeks, and for a moment, she felt at ease as well as feeling as if she was by herself. Yet, it would all disappear when Farai would occasionally trip on a root or when Nikki would occasionally slow down enough to the point to make the trees rattle; still, even though she wasn’t by herself, it was nice.

Suddenly, the silence was broken by the least expected person to break it; Farai. "Wonderfulweatherwearehaving! He spoke so instantly, randomly and loudly, that it caused Spot to perk her ears and nearly fall over; obviously startling her. She had to fight the urge to cut off his tail and leave him stranded at the moment, but that feeling soon drained out of her body at his follow up sentence. "Sssso...Wonderful weather we are having...Wouldn't you two agree?" She could sense the slight tremble in his voice; he was cold.

Her brows rose at him before she silently turned back around; for now, letting him go without giving him a ‘scolding’. Spot released a slight sigh as she looked up, through the trees and at the clear beautiful sky, which was now stained by the colors of dusk approaching; she couldn’t stop herself from breathing into the air, taking in the scent of autumn. Spot’s mind began to go through various things, memories, and emotions; every single one of them conflicting with each other. Finally, after what seemed a while of being emerged in deep thought, one thing came to mind and floated at the top of her head for nearly the rest of the time they walked; was there a point to life if you could never be free?

Perhaps, maybe it was the fact that she’d be hunted until she died; either way, she will die at the hands of those who made her- right? Either die from them or die trying to get away from them. Don’t get Spot wrong, she’d love to live another day; but what is there left to live? Her eyes trailed over towards Farai and Nikki, eying them both for a while before returning them to ahead of her. There they were, a bunch of rag tag mutants that will never get accepted into society; and yet, they fight for their lives. What will they be able to do if they somehow become free from the government’s grasp? Live in the forest? Or interact with the animals?

Her thoughts rolled in her head, causing her to slow down a bit, but still keep up with everyone. Spot wanted to live; but for what reason or benefit that would bring her, was a question, she could not answer. Not just her, but she doubt that anyone knew the answer.




After what seemed like a few more hours, they finally stopped and reached to where Lovi’s group was. Spot had fell to the end of the three, her thoughts still circulating within her head; luckily, the group’s voices that she had heard, brought her back to earth. "Ehem...I sssee that your busssy...I'll jusst go get sssome fire wood...” The voice of Farai speaking the lines made her wonder what was going on to make him leave; she watched him head to the edge of the forest before seeing the same sight as he did.

Lovi was licking Bleu’s leg; or, more like thigh. Still, Spot could not understand what had made Farai leave, but she didn’t care much. He was already odd and solitary, so she didn’t bother much about him. Spot leaned against the tree, stretching out her sore and rusty limbs that popped with each stretched. A shiver ran down her back as she lifted her arms, her ears perking up at Bleu’s words. "I need a long, wide, and flat piece of bark."

For a few seconds, Spot said nothing, but after a few more seconds, she finally raised her hand in the air. “I’ll go get it.” She said bluntly, her hand midway in the air. Of course, to anyone who hadn’t known Spot would’ve thought it was a gesture of kindness, but to those who knew her, knew she was scheming something- and she was.

Before anyone could reply, Spot turned on her heels, holding her hands up in the air as she spoke, “I’m going to get it. I won’t go any further than a few yards.” With that, she bounced out of sight, on her fours as she weaved through the trees. Once she was out of sight, hidden from all of the trees, she growled slightly; her eyes catching every amount of movement there was.

Spot suddenly fell onto the ground, her arms spread out as she took a slight rest; she was hoping that since they thought that she was out running an errand to get Bleu her bark, they’d keep her from doing any other strenuous and annoying chores- as long as she took her time. Though, after about five minutes of doing nothing but lying on the ground, Spot got up and walked over towards a tree, feeling the grooves with her hands.

She even had the odd urge to smell it; which she did before she ripped it off of the tree. The bark was flat and almost perfect for Bleu to use as a cast; though, it wasn’t long before something else caught her eyes- a squirrel. Spot looked carefully in the trees, staring the brown, plump squirrel as it ate its nuts, unknowing that it was being eyed at. Oh how tasty it looked.

Before Spot could think about another thing, she instantly dropped the bark and lunged her body up and into the tree; the squirrel paused before dropping his nut and ran along the tree branches. The tree branches rattled, as the squirrel jumped from branch to branch, following Spot as she charged after it. Finally, Spot extended her hands out in front of her and thwaked the squirrel from the branches, soon pouncing on it before it could hit the ground.

Within seconds, the squirrel was hers; it hung in her mouth before she dropped it into her hands, walking towards the flat bark that was going to be used for Bleu’s leg. She stood still, ripping the fur off and spitting it onto the ground with her mouth until the squirrel looked more like a rat than a squirrel. The body was still warm and she could feel the blood still pulsating inside the small, lifeless body; ah, how wonderful it smelt.

Should she take it to the others so they can split it? With that thought soon exiting her mind, Spot took a bite of the small body; the meat was nice and soft and tasted simply wonderful. She started to walk back, the squirrel nearly gone as she made her sight within the camp. “I found food!” She bluntly said, raising the nearly gone carcass up in the air.

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Marne grimaced at the sight of the squirrel corpse being waved about. It wasn't a pleasant thought for her to see another rodent being waved about on a stick.
"Ah... I'll pass. And Bleu, I know what you're thinking. No, we aren't letting you walk. You can cast up your leg, but you aren't walking on it. If you try to walk on one leg, you ARE going to slow us down, and quite frankly, we can't afford a slower pace." Marne's voice was firm, and it almost had a commanding tone to it, not enough to sound bossy, but just to the point where you felt compelled to listen. She then turned to he rest of the group.
"Speaking of, we need to get our hierarchy of command settled. I nominate Lovi for lead, Bleu for second-in-command, and myself in third. Any objections?" She questioned why she had put Bleu before herself on the hierarchy. Probably to make Marne look like she WASN'T trying to be a puppet master.

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Lovi lifted his head up at the mention of his name and he looked at Bleu, she said she needed a piece of bark. Lovi nodded and set her leg on the ground. He stood up and just as he was about to start looking, Spot Spot! That's her name!{/i] offered to go find the bark. Lovi nodded and crouched down and finished cleaning Bleu's wound. It looked a bit better with some of the blood gone. It was still bleeding, but only a little bit. He was going to give her a new bandage, but he had thrown his shirt away in the middle of the day. [i] It's going to be a hella cold night. The though brushed past his mind and he grunted a bit. "It looks much better Bleu. I'm going to put the blanket back on." As he was finished tying it, he inspected the rest of her, only half looking for wounds. She was beautiful, she would make a good long term mate. He wondered whether tigers were mates for life. A lion had a lifetime mate, with many other short term ones on the side, but there was always a favorite lioness in the pride. If only she were a lion... His thoughts about this girl were interrupted as Marne said something about who should lead. Lovi smiled when she said he should be in charge. Despite her attitude towards him, she did believe in him, like everyone should.

"Thanks Marne, I agree with everything, if that's alright with everyone else?" He asked. He was thinking about Bleu. He had known her as a child, bold and sweet at the same time. She would make a good right hand man-woman-hybrid-mate.... Just as he had thought earlier. When Spot returned, she was holding what was left of her dinner. Lovi was going to say something sarcastic, but he had a feeling the whole "jaguar" thing was still fresh in her mind. "Good, there's food. Were you not able to find a piece of bark for Bleu? We were just discussing a leader.." He trailed off slightly when Farai returned. He made a fire and commented that it was nice being lost, being away from the assignments. Lovi agreed with him, but the next thing he said made his face pale slightly. He had been consumed in cleaning up Bleu, he forgot to wait for the other group. "I will go search for them.. I'll try to find some more food too." He said shortly and stretched out. "Does anyone want to make shelter? I don't think the weather is going to change, but we don't want to take chances, and it will help some of us keep warm. Also, Spot, did you want to keep looking for that piece of bark for Bleu?" He warmed his arms up by the fire quicky before taking off into the forest. He would have argued about the fire, but they needed it to stay warm during the night. Nighttime, his time. He smiled as his golden eyes scanned around. He searched around for a good 20 minutes before giving up. They weren't going to show. They would just have to find each other in the morning. For now, he was hungry. After a few failed attempts, he managed to catch a large rabbit, and a small one. As he was making his way back to camp, he caught two squirrels as well. It was pretty brutal, because he found them in their tree, sleeping. He was starving. He began working on the large rabbit, pulling her skin and fur back and revealing the savory red meat. He came back, his hands full of rodents and his mouth and lips tinted red. "Farai, Bleu squirrel or rabbit?" He asked them, holding up the dinner for them. "Marne, sorry you're going to have to fend for yourself. I don't know what mice eat. Cheese? Or do you prefer more human food? We could cook one of these for you," He offered. He was really at a loss with her.

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Spot was so in tuned with the squirrel; that she had forgotten about Bleu and her bark- oops. Though, it didn’t need Lovi’s taunting voice to remind her; her glare tracing towards him before it disappeared with a slight scowl. Spot turned on her heels, finishing the squirrel; her stomach settling as she walked back to where she had found the bark, picking it up and returning.

By the time she returned with the bark, Farai was back and making a fire; with the news that the snake was back, she placed the bark by Bleu’s side, walking towards the fire. Instead of conversing with the others, or listening for that matter, Spot stayed silent as she watched the flames preform a pretty dance; they spun and swirled around like ballerinas who were dancing their last dance.

The fire was so warm and friendly feeling; as if it was inviting her to come closer. As time flew by, Spot found herself dozing off, her eyes locked on the fire as they grew heavier before Lovi pulled her out of her doze. "Marne, sorry you're going to have to fend for yourself. I don't know what mice eat. Cheese? Or do you prefer more human food? We could cook one of these for you.”

Even though it was not intended for Spot, her attention was still caught; she watched him hold the animals as he spoke, her eyes soon falling back onto the fire. Though, it wasn’t long before Spot’s eyes began to count the heads; not entirely sure whether that the group knew that there was two missing. It wasn’t like she cared; though, Spot had the urge to comment on Lovi’s leading skills- what leader loses two of their comrades behind?

A bad one, that’s for sure. Despite the growing urge to get back at him for calling her jaguar earlier, she refrained herself from playing the childish game and just continued to stare aimlessly at the fire. Once again, her mind wandered onto the two lost ones; whether they are alive or dead never went through Spot’s mind, but instead, it was their weakness. In her mind, one that can’t follow rules and dilly around, deserve whatever conflict they run into- including getting lost.

They were lucky that they didn’t have her in their group; otherwise she would’ve bit the cheetah girl and left the hawk. Well, it didn’t matter now. Spot pulled her legs up to her chest, running her fingers up and down her tights, which was littered with holes while bruises and scratches decorated underneath them. Despite her growing fatigue within her, she wasn’t tired; it was as if she wouldn’t get any sleep tonight- and she knew it for a fact.

Perhaps she’d hunt a little at night; or chase the small nocturnal rodents that roamed the night. It would get a lot of things off of her mind; if only Spot was friendlier and more down to earth, she would’ve asked another to accompany her to a fight- but it wasn’t Spot. She’d rather be stabbed in the chest than to subdue to any of those before her. It was just her personality; the leopard and the government’s training that came out in her.