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Survival is a skill that can only be learned through, time, patience, and effort. 206 knew this, as it was a skill she'd mastered, or so she thought, since her escape. Tonight, survival meant keeping watch in a tree, diving in and out of her dreams. Her tail hung freely from the branch on which she lounged, watching birds drift swiftly from tree to tree. Slowly, she stalked carefully out onto the edge of the branch, and with one swift motion, plucked on of them from the air.
Survival also meant eating. Her instincts told her, by way of a slight pain in her stomach and the rumbling it was making, that she should probably eat. Flicking her tail back and forth, happy with her catch, she prepared to bite into it, when a large sound, and the dispersion of the rest of the avian population from that area, quickly forced her to release her captive bird. It glided down to the ground, one arms slightly strained, but she paid no mind. 206's ears flicked back and forth as she clung closely to her tree, trying to discover the source of noise. The smell of smoke preceded it's appearance, and she swiftly jumped from one tree, to another, until coming to the source.
An air vehicle, the name of which escaped her, much like her own, had crashed onto the island. She assumed all were dead until she saw one stumble fourth, only to be knocked down by another explosion.
His appearance made the fur on her neck and arms stand on edge. He had no fur, no ears, no tail. He was not one of her own kind, he was one of theirs. Human.
Though, she was fairly certain he was dead now, and climbed down the tree, checking if the coast was clear, and making her way over to him. The sun beat down on her black shirt. It was three sizes two large, more of a gown really, that she was made to wear during confinement, but she wore it sometimes anyway, it being one of the only things she really owned, besides the collar on her neck, a silver pendant engraved with the number 206 hanging from its chain.
The boy's carcass could make a decent trap. Something felt wrong about eating him, like he might be poisonous, or perhaps the idea of having any piece of their species helping her survive deterred her, she was not sure.
Though, upon closer inspection, she could see the steady rise and fall of his chest. Alarmed, she kept herself from panicking. Her tail flicked nervously as she thought, but decided to take him into the forest, but first, she looked around the still smoldering aircraft. A few yards away from the wreckage, she found a bit of...well, she wasn't sure what. It was long and slim, and felt coarse. Rope, something told her, filling her head with images for its uses, and she decided to use it to bind the boy, to figure out where he came from and why he was here.
She made her way back over to him, gently undoing the rope before attempting to secure it around his wrist. She didn't want to sit a moment longer in clear view around the wreckage.
Survival also meant eating. Her instincts told her, by way of a slight pain in her stomach and the rumbling it was making, that she should probably eat. Flicking her tail back and forth, happy with her catch, she prepared to bite into it, when a large sound, and the dispersion of the rest of the avian population from that area, quickly forced her to release her captive bird. It glided down to the ground, one arms slightly strained, but she paid no mind. 206's ears flicked back and forth as she clung closely to her tree, trying to discover the source of noise. The smell of smoke preceded it's appearance, and she swiftly jumped from one tree, to another, until coming to the source.
An air vehicle, the name of which escaped her, much like her own, had crashed onto the island. She assumed all were dead until she saw one stumble fourth, only to be knocked down by another explosion.
His appearance made the fur on her neck and arms stand on edge. He had no fur, no ears, no tail. He was not one of her own kind, he was one of theirs. Human.
Though, she was fairly certain he was dead now, and climbed down the tree, checking if the coast was clear, and making her way over to him. The sun beat down on her black shirt. It was three sizes two large, more of a gown really, that she was made to wear during confinement, but she wore it sometimes anyway, it being one of the only things she really owned, besides the collar on her neck, a silver pendant engraved with the number 206 hanging from its chain.
The boy's carcass could make a decent trap. Something felt wrong about eating him, like he might be poisonous, or perhaps the idea of having any piece of their species helping her survive deterred her, she was not sure.
Though, upon closer inspection, she could see the steady rise and fall of his chest. Alarmed, she kept herself from panicking. Her tail flicked nervously as she thought, but decided to take him into the forest, but first, she looked around the still smoldering aircraft. A few yards away from the wreckage, she found a bit of...well, she wasn't sure what. It was long and slim, and felt coarse. Rope, something told her, filling her head with images for its uses, and she decided to use it to bind the boy, to figure out where he came from and why he was here.
She made her way back over to him, gently undoing the rope before attempting to secure it around his wrist. She didn't want to sit a moment longer in clear view around the wreckage.
"The call of the wild flows through my veins, and no one will ever tear it from me."
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As the man broke away from her flimsy binds, 206 snapped back, standing up, and letting a roar escape the confines of her throat. Sand clung to her fur as she took her stance. Legs spread apart to hold her balance in case he charged, ears flattened, lips pulled back to reveal her teeth.
His obvious fear was enough to make her stagger though. She was probably more afraid than him, though she could potentially use it as an advantage. Her eyes quickly moved to his injured leg. Another advantage.
"I found you, you're a threat," she said simply. It felt odd, to speak the familiar language. She hadn't spoken in a while, at least not to anyone but herself. "I wasn't going to eat you. You're purpose is as bait."
Her voice held little emotion, as did her face, as if there would be no problem accepting that. She took a step towards him, flicking her fail across the sand, holding out the rope. She could drag him, but that took too much effort. She needed to bind the leg enough for him to hobble, and then maybe knock him out later. This man was too much trouble.
She held out the rope, looking at him angrily, "We need to get off the beach."
His obvious fear was enough to make her stagger though. She was probably more afraid than him, though she could potentially use it as an advantage. Her eyes quickly moved to his injured leg. Another advantage.
"I found you, you're a threat," she said simply. It felt odd, to speak the familiar language. She hadn't spoken in a while, at least not to anyone but herself. "I wasn't going to eat you. You're purpose is as bait."
Her voice held little emotion, as did her face, as if there would be no problem accepting that. She took a step towards him, flicking her fail across the sand, holding out the rope. She could drag him, but that took too much effort. She needed to bind the leg enough for him to hobble, and then maybe knock him out later. This man was too much trouble.
She held out the rope, looking at him angrily, "We need to get off the beach."
"The call of the wild flows through my veins, and no one will ever tear it from me."
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Plane. That's what the air ship was called. She'd seen them flying overhead before.
The man was scared, but he had no right to be. His kind were the most frightening, most violent, and most cruel people she'd ever known. She didn't even know if she had a kind, or if she was the only one left of a race long gone. All she remembered was waking up in a lab on an island, and then escaping.
Help her? In what way could he help her? She was stronger, faster, and probably more flexible than he was. She was a skilled survivalist, and he was already ruining that for her.
Still, she was listening. Perhaps he could find food, or be used as a distraction in case of an emergency. Anything, really. For the meantime, they needed to get away from such an open area, and she could figure out what to do with him later.
"You're a threat as long as we're out in the open, come," she snarled and turned away. She didn't care if he hobbled. If he turned and tried to escape, he wouldn't get far and with her reflexes, she'd have him captive or dead within a few of his heartbeats.
The man was scared, but he had no right to be. His kind were the most frightening, most violent, and most cruel people she'd ever known. She didn't even know if she had a kind, or if she was the only one left of a race long gone. All she remembered was waking up in a lab on an island, and then escaping.
Help her? In what way could he help her? She was stronger, faster, and probably more flexible than he was. She was a skilled survivalist, and he was already ruining that for her.
Still, she was listening. Perhaps he could find food, or be used as a distraction in case of an emergency. Anything, really. For the meantime, they needed to get away from such an open area, and she could figure out what to do with him later.
"You're a threat as long as we're out in the open, come," she snarled and turned away. She didn't care if he hobbled. If he turned and tried to escape, he wouldn't get far and with her reflexes, she'd have him captive or dead within a few of his heartbeats.
"The call of the wild flows through my veins, and no one will ever tear it from me."
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Glad that he was following, she continued through the forest. Past the rummage left behind when the people from the lab abandoned it. Only a few stayed behind to continue the research, a few of them left too, and the rest hunted her. She'd killed off the last few, but she knew that they had contacted someone, and that someone was searching for her. Or at least, she was sure someone was. Occasionally she'd see aircraft fly over head, and circle the area before flying off, but that was her only clue.
She looked over her shoulder as she stepped over the remains of a fallen fence. lifting her tail so as not to snag it on the remaining barbed wire. "Research center," she answered, bluntly.
She wished he would be quiet, he was drawing the attention of the wild life, particularly by the way he limped. In comparison, her movements were fluid and graceful, that of a cat's.
Eventually she got tired of asking herself the question over and over in her head, "How can you help me?" she asked, stopping once they got to a spot that, for the most part, seemed clear enough of vines and plant life to rest.
She looked over her shoulder as she stepped over the remains of a fallen fence. lifting her tail so as not to snag it on the remaining barbed wire. "Research center," she answered, bluntly.
She wished he would be quiet, he was drawing the attention of the wild life, particularly by the way he limped. In comparison, her movements were fluid and graceful, that of a cat's.
Eventually she got tired of asking herself the question over and over in her head, "How can you help me?" she asked, stopping once they got to a spot that, for the most part, seemed clear enough of vines and plant life to rest.
"The call of the wild flows through my veins, and no one will ever tear it from me."
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