Welcome to Gaia! ::

Scratches the back of his head. "What breed are you of animal, because you confuse me. You relentlessly ask me about this doctor, and I offer you some help. You ask about him, mind you. I don't tell you a thing, and you are asking for my insight. I am trieng to help you. I told you of a local clan of wolves nearby, and that they might be able to help you, but no. You wish to leave tomorrow, no earlier than when I planned on calling them, and venture out into a tundra you don't know, to the devil knows where. You have no sense of direction here but your sight. You don't know these lands, and you will die or be eaten before you make it back alive by nightfall." And teasingly he shifts only his jaw, elongating fiercely as he chomps his teeth down with a frightening howl, a bewildered look in his eye as his elongated canines glint in the firelight, then, without a though, his jaw returns to normal, and he is clamping ferociously his human jaws.

Lets out a soft chuckle."I know you are not completely helpless, but those with numb feet can run as much as the can feel them."

Narrows his eyes to her, and throws his head to one side, tightening his pelt about him, sorrow within his hues as he looks to the ground."If you are going to be so unappreciative of my hospitality and offerings, you may leave now. It would make no difference to me if you died now, knowing you distrust me so," a solemn tear falls from the opposite side of his face, unable to be seen, though the water in his revealed eye is clearly apparent.

"But when we meet in the afterlife, I will have no pity for you, because I offered my hand thrice, and you denied it thrice, to where I had to force my service upon you. I ask for nothing more than companionship and conversation, so long as we are near. Nothing more that will bind you in any which way to me or anything I do."

With his feelings being put out, his reaches to the ground, tearing at the dirt floor of the cave silently.

Pays no heed to the words that she leaves him with. He didn't need somebody to stay with him, just somebody to visit, for the life of a lone wolf is filled within lonesomeness.

He had gotten used to it, but he was angered by her assuming that he needed her to stay, and how she assumed that he sat here, in the cavern, wasting his life away. He was on a quest.

Something far beyond what any feeling in her mind could comprehend. He was on the quest... for a name.

Long ago he had lost his parents, and longer since he had forgotten his name. His title, his meaning, and has called him self by a simple alternate since. He longed more to see his parents than to learn his name, but it was another importence in the quest. He had been in the tundras for a good seven months without travelling to town, or contact with humans, and scarce contact with animals...

...And then he realised that he hadn't told her his name. Light a bolt of light, he sprints to the entrance of the cavern as she steps out of it.

"King," he pronounces..
and a pause passes between his words as he turns to walk back. "My name is King..", and he was gone, enshrouded in the darkness of the cavern once more, his home, his den.

Where he slept, ate, and comforted himself. Taking a bone from a corner of the room, he lay down, still within his human shell, and chews on the end of the bone, glancing into the fire off and on as he pondered what he was to do tomorrow..

::Nothing.

No sound. No movement. No answer.

What is that feeling one gets when they realize that they've possibly thrown away whatever vestige of life they had...for nothing. At this moment, Madi probably really missed the warm, even sometimes boring Leviathan Stadium, more than ever. The constant sunshine, the toasty metal benches, the cool breeze, free meals, free rooms...

Compared to this...cold wet and frozen clothes, a black sky and no sun. No toasty benches only endless snow. No cool breeze, only eternally cloudy sky. Right now, as hypothermia set in, and her lungs began to freeze, and crack, and her skin froze...

She probably missed the "horrible life", she faught so hard to get away from. All to reach this "Doctor" all to reach this...big....quiet...door.

As the wind swept across the sunless snowy plane, and the lack of sun froze the harsh land even more...as snow fell like rain from Hell, the poor rabit might even wonder if Hell was actually hot, or cold. But her questions, her comments and her thoughts went without answer...The silence was deafening.::

::Well, there was definately a sound.

A loud bang reverberated through the door, as if she had just strung a gong. The sound was ear splittingly loud.

And the force of the kick was so powerful that one could clearly see the frost and ice litterally shatter off the door making it clean, and even a bit shiny. But unfortunately causing several pounds of ice to fall off the 10ft tall and 4ft wide double doors and down to pour Madison.

As for the door itself, it stood fast. This tower was meant to survive horrors one would hope never actually come to pass. And while a poor rabbit freezing at its door step was a horrible thing...it wasnt enough.

But...

Someone did hear the tiny rabbits desperate attack...someone felt the rabbits pain, and suffering...and perhaps wanted to set her free from this torture...perhaps to send her "home"...

Its strange how even in a mess, things that are truly outstanding, stick out. The visage which moved toward Madison. The crunching of his boots would be the first thing she heard. And stranger still, when one looked at the path this figure had taken in the snow...there wasnt a single footprint left behind. As in the distance...a figure moved toward her. A figure clothed in a long hooded jacket which was buttoned from its neck to its waist, even as he stepped forward in this storm, the wind never once blew the hood off his face. But instead a permanent shadow seemed to be cast over the upper half of his face.

And stranger still was the fact that even as he walked, not a single snowflake came to rest on his jet black jacket.

But none of these things stood out more than what he held in his hand...A scythe. A black scythe adorned with a skull where the staff of the side met the black. And with some sort of green orb on its rear seemed to glow in the snow like a beacon. The scythe itself didnt seem very spectacular, but...it seemed old...very old.

As he grew closer his voice could be heard. It spoke, not with the voice of a man, or a woman, and not with one voice. But it spoke like several voices speaking at once, in unison. At first it was unsettling, but despite the wind and the cold, its voice was clear.::

Maybe no ones home...maybe....its time...for you to go home....Are you ready?

::It said as it came to a stop directly beside the small rabbit. Have you ever got that feeling where you knew someone was watching you, even if your eyes were closed? Madi would likely be getting that feeling right now as the figure opened its eye...yes "eye". Only one eye, his left eye was visible. It cut through the shadow of his face, but without disrupting it, sort of like a knife through a curtain. Just this single eye glowed a purest white, and it focused in on the tiny rabbit, waiting for an answer.::

My name...

::It paused. Below the shadow, and the glowing eye, was a face. While it looked male, and pale, and even human...but one need only look at that eye to see, it was obvious that it wasnt human at all. The being paused at her question, seeing her body shake and quiver. His scythe was held upright beside him with his right hand, covered in a black glove, and firmly gripping the staff of the scythe. The eye...it was as if it was not looking at her but through her, into her. And yet somehow, looking into that eye was calming...

The silence was broken as it spoke, after its brief pause, simply finishing its previous sentence.::

...Is not important.

::This poor little girl was in so much pain. He could see her body struggling, her mind and her soul fighting for life. And with a flick of his wrist...The scythe fell.

But not in an attack of any way, shape, or form. It simply fell. It fell with the goal of missing Madi entirely, instead of hitting her with the blade, the blade would pass over and behind her, it would dig into the ground slowing the weapon, so that the staff of the blade would rest, gently, on her shoulder.

If it touched, the effects she would feel would be immediate. Her whole body, would feel warm...and yet at the same time, as cold as death. She would very quickly notice, that the world around her had stopped...cold. Snowflakes hung in mid air as if frozen in place, the biting wind was gone, the cold was gone. Even color had faded, leaving all existance in a state of black and white, and while her body felt alive, warm, and tingly...it also would feel numb...cold...dead.

As if she was smacked right in the center of life, and death. It would be all of 30 seconds before she began to see the lights. Far in the stance she would see the thing whispy, barely visible silohettes of people, simply wandering around the snowy field, some walking, some floating.

Somethings are just instinct, in animal and men and women. Things that are just pre-programmed into understanding...this place...might be just one...

Again the silence was broken by its voice.::

If your ready...this will be your home...for a little while...until they decide...

::He didnt move a muscle, if he even had muscles. Not a nudge, not a twitch.

He stood solid, and steadfast. Even the visible part of his face, showed absolutely no emotion what so ever. As she cried, he watched. As she shouted the heavens above, he watched.

It seemed like that was all he was meant to do, was watch, and not feel a thing. Like some cold sentinel, or drone.

He watched her turmoil, as she fought her fears and her lonliness, and he watched her strength grow, and rise. He could see it on her face, on her soul, as she peaced herself back together. As she found a reason to press on, and she faught herself and won.

After her stream of questions, there was silence. Dead, cold, silence. And then it spoke.::

They, are the ones who decide where you go...

::Gently his left hand rose upward, as he pointed toward the sky, the heavens, and then slowly and carefully it turned and pointed straight down....toward...the darker domains. And then he spoke again.::

You will meet them...

::He said, as he leaned forward, and placed his left hand on the staff of the scythe above his right. He slouched forward, slightly, almost making it look like he was about to lean in for an attack, but, he did not. With a jerk he pulled back and free'd his scythe from the ground behind Madi, and spoke again.::

But not today....your not ready....

::Slowly, he turned away, and began to walk away. Quickly Madison would feel the rush of cold begin to pass back over her, and slowly time started to continue, as snowflakes began to fall in slow motion...

But this wasnt right! The cold...it was much worse than before! It was as if her whole body had gone numb and not just her extremities! Things were getting worse by the second, when color should have been returning to the world...it was fading more. All light was fading as if she was going blind, her vision was turning to black, and soon she wasnt able to feel anything at all! Was this death...but....he said she wasnt ready why was she...

And then a voice came...that same voice...the voice of the being that just visited her, but it echoed all her...in the black emptiness that surrounded her it spoke.::

My name is Uriel...we will meet again...

::Then nothing. No sound and no sensation, not cold, no warmth...nothing. Just...nothing. And then...like a light at the end of a tunnel, a voice was heard. A womans voice, and in the endless black that surrounded her, two slits of light were becoming visible as....her eyelids opened. The voice was there, but still too out of focus to hear.

It would take a while to get used to the light, but the first thing she would see, not even 2ft above her face, with its large head blocking the light of the bright lamp above her...a huge face! With a set of wallrus tusks, about 23 of them, forming teeth. It had no lips, but 16 different sets of wet, dripping eye stared down at her, and blinked randomly between each other.

About that time she might realize that he...has no lips. And that those huge tusk fangs, forced his face to be stuck in a permanent grin, and of course without lips to hold it back, a wad of spit, about the size of a grape slipped through his teeth and dropped down at her.

She would feel his weight, over her body, as if he was holding her still, or trying to keep her warm. And in all honesty the fur on his torso was quite warm.

Then, like a viel of sound was lifted, her brain began to process sound. Hearing the voice of the female, but not seeing her...::

Shes coming too!

::A set of rushed footsteps is heard, followed by the sound of a door creaking open, and the voice of a man, before the voice could even be processed, he was over her.::

Zo soon!?

::She might feel a great release, as this man tapped the huge beast over heard on the shoulder getting it to move off of her. And it did so, with a grunt, and a bit of a moaning. And then, with little warning the man pulled on her eyelids gently and shined a tiny light in her eye, and spoke.::

Very very good, can you underztand me little von?

::Yes it was definately a bright room. In fact, the white walls and bright lights made the entire room almost seem as if it was glowing. It was the perfect lighting for an Operating Room.

Which would infact be the perfect description for this room, much like the Operating Table, that Madi was currently laying on. And the assortment of scapels, drills, saws, bone saws, chain saws, and other spotless equipment which was neatly and carefully placed across the room. It was strange, for a Doctor with such terribly stained clothing, everything in this room was spotless, it seemed to even glisten.

As Madi coughed the Doctor quickly whipped out his Stethescope, with the speed and quickness one might imagine a cowboy whipping out a pistol. And in what seemed like a split second, it was on the center of Madi's chest, as she breathed. The Doctor spoke.::

Ahh, Vater on zhe lung. Very good, zhis shows zhe frost in your lung hes melted. Ve vere vorried for a bit. Me and my children vere out looking for lost hikers, but ve never imagined zhat von vould come right to our door!

::Now as Madi moved to speak again, the Doctor very carefully placed his right hand over her lips and shook his head. Its about now, as The Doctor pulled the Stethescope back, that Madi might notice just how...cold, this table was. Cold...and hard. Infact, she might notice quite alot of breeze.::

When we found you, you were quite dead.

::Mary said with a bit of a perky smile on her face. Her voice was sudden the way it came from beside Madi. And her look was...strange. Her low cut shirt allowed for more than flattering view of her cleavage, the stitches on her body, and the way that her head always seemed just a bit cocked to the right, like a crooked picture on a wall that you would love to adjust, but cant. She was like a twisted fusion of veluptuous, and vulgar. And her footsteps were so silent, she infact was directly beside Madi and had managed to take one full blood sample from her and was in the process of sliding the needle painlessly from her skin when she spoke.::

But dont worry your all better now.

::She said with school girl cheer.::

We thawed you out and woke you up! Oh, Dont mind the blood sample, we need to run a few tests. And uh...your clothes are drying by the furnace.

::Yes. Thats right. Beneath the white sheet which covered her body from shoulder to toe...Madison was clothed in only a hospital smock, leaving her rear quite exposed. Infact she might even notice the bandages wrapped around her ears, trying to keep in the warm and ward off the frostbite. This might come as quite the shock, and The Doctor almost immediately cut in.::

Dont vorry, Mary undressed and dressed you. Zhose clothez vould only make it harder to vake you up. Ack! Vhere are my manners!?

::The Doctor gestured out across the room to Mary::

Zhis iz my daughter her name iz Mary, Bloody Mary. Over here...

::He gestured just slightly behind Madi, to the hulking monstrosity eating a cookie in the corner of the room...::

Marcel, my firstborn zon, dezpite hiz appearance he iz quite zhe softy. And here...

::He gestured to the "man", in the black suit, and quite fancy suit in the corner of the room, who sat without moving or even breathing, more like a piece of furtniture than a man.::

Maxwell, my newest son, he'z very quiet.

::And lastly he gestured to himself and took a slight bow as he said.::

And I...am zhe Doctor.

::Then finally he rose up, gesturing to Madi, gently placing his left hand on her head, just between her ears and ruffling her hair slightly.::

And you, little rabbiton, vhat shall ve call you?

Sauntering from his cave, hungry, and distraught everstill, his heavy feet pounded across the terra, clawed paws easily digging into the ground, allowing him to grip it and push himself along in effortless motion. He leans his head back and allows a long, low howl escape his throat, which continues for a good minute, the sound of his call reverberating over the tundra, bouncing off the boundless hills and divets within the terrain. He then sits, and waits. Waits for the call of another of his kind, another wolf.

Out of the complete silence comes a call in return, another howling, which he percieved to be of a female, so he takes off. His black fur easily seen from any distance as he bounded across the broad expanse of white, his fur whipping from side to side with angry might. There was no breeze, today was a good day. The temperature seemed to rise and the lack of wind factor made it much easier for him to charge through the snow. As his hues scanned the area about him, he passed countless trees, rocks, and other things, but they all seemed a blur. He realised then how fast he was going... did he yearn for a friend that bad.

"No..", he expelled the thought from his mind. "That ignorant animal wasn't right. I do what I can, I am searching. How dare she assume so much as to think I secluded myself.." and he threw his head to one side, angry expulsions of hot steam dancing about his trilled nostrils as he continued to charge.

Some time passed as he tore across the ground. His tracks were apparent, and any hunter could have followed them to him, but he didn't care. He would tear the throat of the man who dared to fire at him with ease.

Time didn't pass for him as it did for everybody else. Among his enhanced senses as a were-being, he had a distorted perception of time. Everything else around him moved much slower than he did. Whilst people talked, he often bored of them as a child, waiting for every slow word to leave their lips, but as he grew into maturity, he learned to be patient and wait, and in battle, he learned to take this to his advantage, able to percieve the moves of his enemies much sooner than they executed them.

He finally reached his destination, no more than 10 feet from him as he skid to a stop was a pack of wolves. The alpha among them lay on a hill, along with his mate, keeping a watchful eye over the rest of the pack from above, as a few more males, females, and cubs played below. He assumed that who called him was the mate of the Alpha.

Approaching them carefully, he sat before them, and nodded his head, before conversing with them, about his parents, and whether they recognize him or not, but to his discern, no avail. So, he asked about the rabbit, his nature leaving him angry, but still concerned for the wellbeing of the creature.

After some time of talking, he realised that she had met up with some other humans."Ah, the doctor", he spoke to himself."Good for her."

He nolonger had any hope of finding an comfort in who he was, or who his parents were. Then he thought,"Why was this rabbit so interested in him... why was she so concerned about where he was.." he wondered."Maybe this doctor would be able to trace my genetic compostion back to my parents."

He takes a few longs sniffs of the air.. Due to the wind dieng down the rabbits scent was still in the air, so he was off again, charging along the tundra, his breath charging from his jaws as quickly as he was moving, with each step he was driven closer and closer to his destination.

He ran close to a good half an hour, following the scent, and following her tracks until he reached a house. The house was like non other he had seen, but then again it had been so long since he had seen one. "I don't believe that they will much trust a wolf knocking on their door after a rabbit came in," he told himself, so the change began, shifting from Wolf to to Were form, resembling more a human than regularly, he figured showing up naked at their door wouldn't win anybody over either, and with that, he knocked thrice..