Welcome to Gaia! ::

::To what might be the great surprise of the wolven creature, there was an answer, even though it took about 3 minutes to come forth. But before there even was an answer, he might notice a few things, his senses being as extra-ordinary as they were.

First off he would very likely notice the smell. The smell of rotting flesh, and bodies, now this smell was masked severally by the scent of cleaning products and sanitizers but for a creature related to the canine family, the creatures with the greatest sense of smell known to Gaia...it would likely smell like he was standing on a pile of rotting corpses that had been rotting for weeks. Decrepit flesh that had long since passed the stage in which it was edible and moved on to being little more than a nasal blight. If he was able to keep his lunch in his stomach, especially with how long it would seem to him, that he was standing there, it would be most impressive. Especially considering how slow time would pass to the visiting wolf.

Second, would be far less obvious except to beings of magic, beings infused with magic or beings who had any sort of magic attached to or surrounding them. The feeling would be unpleasant, it would be a feeling of death. Not to the creature, but to the magic. One would quickly notice that within a 486ft radius of the large black tower, magic simply seemed to cease to be. A mage would be unable to cast a spell, it would dissipate just as quickly as the arcana was gathered. A creature who's very existance was bound to magic such as a zombie, or a vampire, would feel a very definite sense of tiredness as it began to drain. But why? One could rest assure there was a very large reason why, but they could be equally sure that the cold snowy night was not giving any reasons what so ever.

Of course either of these realizations would fall second to the most obvious oddity in this place, and that was the sky. And the fact that within a 2 mile radius the sky was dark as night and engulfed in stormy clouds, permanently, even in the brightest day no sunlight dare tread on this cursed land. And again, there was a definite reason, but the sky was not talking.

Despite all of the above, there was indeed an answer at the door. The door itself was giant, its hulk dark steel frame and form made it look like a dull sheet of black, but in this endless sheet a small slit opened, sort of like a window, and a voice was heard from a small voice. A voice which almost seemed like the cute voice of a small child. The person speaking it wasnt very clear in view only her hand. And with its delicate form, it was definately the hand of a female. Though it would be nearly a miracle if the wolf could smell her pheramone over the smell of death, which covered her from head to toe like a blanket. But she spoke kindly, and in this cold wasteland that must have been a first for him in quite a while.::

Here ya go puppy!

::And her hand, which was gently placed in the window flicked forth a slab of meat. It looked alot like steak, fresh bloody steak, but there was no sign of any cows or the scent of any cows. And then she made a slight wave and slipped the tiny window closed.

She meant no harm, or disrespect, but the creature at the front stoop of this hospital hardly seemed to need medical attention. What else could she do to help?::

Tch...tch...tch....you should have just taken your steak and left...

::The voice from behind the door with a bit of a giggle.::

...bad boy...

::The wolfs body was unphased? I should certainly hope that any being that bunches a slab of alluminum should walk away unphased and without any broken bones. And infact all this barbarian wolf had done, was impact a sheet of aluminum plating which sat across the lower level of the door, serving the same basic function as two far more common devices...A doorbell, and an alarm. You see, if there is a kind knock at the door, a series of bells are alerted in the tower alerting the residents to the fact that there is someone at the door. If the door is impacted heavily, such as in the case of this most rude dent, an alarm was set off. But this alarm never made a sound, in or out of the of the house, because there truly was no reason for the denizens of the house to fear.

This wolf posed no more threat to the monsterous tower which stretched so many thousands of feet into the air, than a harmless little puppy stands against a city sky skraper. Due to the sheer thickness of the Darksteel Layers, and the number of them, even a speeding semi truck wouldnt make much of an impact on outer wall. The wolf had made a most basic mistake the type of mistake that would seem childish for a "King", he had attacked a stronghold without an army. But lets look a little bit closer and see scientifically why this attack was such a bad idea. After all, without magic in this realm, science ruled all.

The legal wieght of a semi truck is about 53.500 kg, or 117,947, thats roughly 58 tons. Now, add onto that speed of about 70 mph and your dealing with a very large amount of force well over 60, or ever 80 tons. This force would not be enough to do more than dent the tower, much less fell it. Now, add in the wolfs fists, its size and strength. Now there was no telling the wofs exact strength, but one could definately say that that strength was no, in the slightest magically enhanced, as there was no magic allowed in this area. And so the wolf strength MUST be genetic, phsyical. If he was to make good on his claim, his muscles alone must have the strength to exhibit, constantly, 80-100tons of force. In order for his muscles to be THAT strong, they would also have to be large, very large. Infact it was unlikely the we would be measuring his biceps in inches, but rather in feet. He would be huge, even collosal. At that size, it would be unlikely that he would fit inside the door. But was the wolf this size?

Unlikely. He fit inside a cave, he looked mortal, he was able to hold a tiny rabbit girl in his fangs, but if his face was so large, his fang would have been larger than her entire tiny body. Meaning it was far from likely this wolf would be anything more than a pest should he choose to persue this attack.

Whew...that was quiet the boring science lesson. Now on with the action!

The Wolf would quickly notice the effect of his violent outburst. Quickly, even for his "super fast" senses. He would noticed that in a 10ft radius around himself, snow...stopped falling. Now isnt that wierd? Snow was simply hanging in mid air around him, as if suspended by tiny strings, the snow failed to move. But outside of that 10ft radius the blizzard continued to rage...now what was all this about? We'll get back to that.

There was a second effect, balls about 2ft around, rose up from the ground, there were no stands to hold them, they simply rose up out of the snow by the thousands, a total of 2,086 to be exact. The wolf would likely notice that they rose at different hieghts and angles. They looked like black and somewhat shiny themselves. But their centers were simply hollowed out, like a donut...very strange. Stranger still was the way that all of them were angled toward the Wolf. The spheres themselves behind to osicalte, the two hemispheres which formed them began to spin in opposing directions, sort of like a drill. This caused some sort of strange visual disturbance in the center donut hole, like air wiggling rapidly. And then they began to glow, it was a sort of bright violet glow. These were infact the Doctors reverse engineered version of M4X's Z.I.G. Cannon.

Now for a small reminder, the Android Graviton Unit Model: M4X, was once a part of the security system of the Leviathan Stadium. He himself is an mechanical weapon from 5,346 years in the future. And the rest if a very long story, from several years ago in the Stadium itself. The android is powered by and in turn powers, a tiny Quantum Singularity, aka a Blackhole in his chest cavity, which in turn allows him certain measure of control over gravity itself.

The Z.I.G. Cannon, was orignally a small device which hung in a zero G field, and was used an intense gravitional field to turn normal air, into a solid projecticle. It was capable of firing 486 shots a minute at maximum, and 23 shots a minute at minimum. The shots were capable of piercing kevlar armor, and moved at a speed of 1600ft per second. This was infact the same speed as a normal, ordinary, 357 Magnum Revolver shot. For review there were as of right now, 2,086 of these cannons, fully prepped for maximum firing speed, pointed directly at the Wolf. That would be a total of 1,013,796 of these air bullets in a single minute. Each moving at 1600ft per second, which would cause a very loud bang, like a machine gun after each shot. This bang, like the bang of all guns was the sound of the projectile breeching the sound barrier. Which would mean, that should Wolf not move, each bullet would rip into and out of him, and be 1600ft past him, before the bang even went off. Right now, his speed wouldnt be of much value, for even if he could move...where would he move? If all the cannons fired at once, dodging the bullets would be tantimount to dodging raindrops in a hurricane. This was not some suped up magical fantastic effect, this was actual science, of actual weaponry.

But that wasnt all. The wolf would also notice the set of glowing violet eyes which had recently come into view from his far left. The eyes belonged to a what looked like a man, a bald man with very fancy black track suit on. In the mans hand were two rich violet glowing balls. Each was about the size of the a softball and dazzled like a vibrant array of millions of brilliant shades of purple. The ball in the mans right hand controlled the Z.I.G. Cannons, a twitch of the right finger, and they all fired. Do you remember how the snow for some odd reason, refused to fall around the wolf? That was due to the ball in the mans left hand.

As of .65 seconds after he dented the door, a Zero G field was placed around the Wolf. This was controlled by the ball in his left hand. What did this mean? There was no gravity. Wolfs feet remained on the ground, simply because he hadnt chosen to use them yet. Should he choose to make a step the force his feet placed on the ground would lift him straight up, and cause him to simply float in mid air, as if swimming in the ocean with nothing pulling him up or down. Floating in the air, there would be no real objects to grab or push off of, and without something to move him, all amounts of strength and agility were useless. Like an astronaut, lost in space. A free target for a couple thousand remote Z.I.G. Cannons...should they fire. And of course, should he choose not to move, he was already a free target.

This left very few options considering, the fact that it took about a second and a half for the system to activate fully. And that magic was still fuly restricted in the area. Strange though, I've never seen a were wolf who was not magic...

As you might have already guessed, the figure holding both glowing balls, and using them as a visual reprentation of the Gravitons he was currently manipulating was...M4X himself. The newest member of the Doctors family. He spoke, and as per usual his voice did not sound in the slightest robotic but instead natural, yet strict. It was not how he spoke that made him sound like a machine, it was what he said. As he firmly spoke, from the shadows 400ft to the wolfs left.::

Access to the Black Hospital is strictly to prohibited to all except those suffering from medical emergencies, and visitors to those currently being treated.

Those without shirt or shoes, will not recieve entry.

You, anthromorphic lupis entity, fail to meet the requirements for entry.

This is your first, and final warning. Cease and desist all hostile activities or you will be terminated, and your remains will be used as spare parts.

:: Do not let the kind nature of his voice decieve. M4X is without a doubt a machine, and would not suffer guilt, or hesitate in pulling the perverbial trigger should he be ordered to. Not even a thought, and his photon processor, will trigger each turret simultaneously. This, if ever, was the time to tread carefully. This tower took months of plannings, countless hours of re-search into many sciences and maths, and yet months more to build, its defenses would not be over thrown by one little lonely puppy, with too much ego for its own good. The voice from behind the door spoke again, with a bit of meloncholy on her voice.::

Such a sad thing, so much pride...you could have just asked nicely....and you were such a cute little puppy too...

::The Android's left eye began to blink, instead of the bright violet one glow, it seemed as if a lightblub was out or some such. M4X's scanners had already begun analysis, these analysis consisted of Hair and DNA, Aura, Spectral, Etheral, Arcanic, X-ray, and Infa-red, Dental, Finger print, and other scans of the wolves biological structure. Inside M4X's HUD a line of text was visible to only him, as the results of his scan were displayed.::

Name: Unknown.
Age: Blood Sample Required
Race: Lupis/Humanoid Anthromorphic Hybrid.

Factual Anomalyies:
Heart Rate Remains Optimal. A steady supply of blood is being given to all organs and extremities. No signs of malnutrition detected.

Recalling Relevant File Data...
Lcythanthropic Entity, Designation Lazenca...suplied this unit with its first garments.
((PG 653 of the Leviathan Thread, for reference sake. Just an occasion where another werewolf gave M4X clothes.))

Threat Level: 45 - Artillery Unecessary

Prognosis...



::The 2,086 Z.I.G. Cannon's disabled, each fell back to the ground around the tower, with a loud clang. The Darksteel which had made their frames more than withstood the fall, and soon, snow would fall over them again making them "invisible" yet again. But the Zero G field remained active, as M4X approached the wolf, with his left hand yet still holding the glowing ball, and he spoke, cutting the wolf off mid sentence.::

You are lying. Your body shows no signs of malnutrion or weakness, beyond that of your normal Lupis life cycle. Dental scans reveal .36 microns of Leporidae ((Rabbit or Hare)) DNA in your front Inscisors. DNA scans match this DNA to a patient currently being treated in the Hospital. Samples taken from the patients jacket fabric confirm this connection and the presence of your fur on her clothing. We will not provide you with another free meal. Explain.

::It would probably be best to be completely honest this time. There still much that can be done to someone in a Zero G field. As was made clear by the way M4X's right hand began to glow yet again.::

::The glow in M4X's right hand was not without function. The Wolf might notice, if he was looking closely enough, that the 10ft area of stagnant snow around him, had shrunk. The area was now closer to a 5ft area, what he also might notice, is the strange reaction the snow had in that extra 5ft of area outside the zero g field. As opposed to simply floating downward, the snow shot up as if launched out of a cannon, it simply rocketed up. And as the seconds passed the speed at which it fell increased, until the snow was rising so fast it seemed like countless strips of white shooting straight up around the wolf.::



Niether does your drool. Die.

::M4X raised his left fist, and in one cold emotionless movement, he slammed it shut. The Zero G field shut off, much like the lights in your house shut off when you flick the light switch. And much like that light switch, this action would lead to quite alot of darkness. With the zero G field gone, the wolf was free to "suffer" the effects of gravity. And suffer was truly the operative word, as the second gravitional field would take over, and as was evident by the snow, it would cast the wolf to the left....far...to the left. The feeling the creature would feel was would be similar to what one might feet if they were pinned to the front of a speeding train, pure motion, out and away. With a creature of the wolfs size and wieght it was calculated that he would fly at the very least 24,000 ft straight vertical, before the force faded, and he was left to free fall straight downward for all of 12 seconds.

12 seconds being the amount of time it would take for M4X to reverse the polarity of the field, so that the wolf would come crashing down at liquifying speeds, and impact the ground. A cold death...

But, as M4X released the original field, and the wolf was meant to fly straight up, a voice was heard. A calm voice...from the front door of the Black Hospital, the door the wolf had been banging on, not but a few minutes earlier, a door which was now wide open with a man standing in its archway. A man in a pale white lab coat, with various obvious stains across its surface. His hair, was eternal spiked, to the left, and his left forearm seemed from some odd reason, thicker than his right. And both his hands were neatly in his deep coat pockets. His voice was average enough...though it did have a very strange accent.::

Vait!

::He said, as the Wolf would skid to a dead stop about 10ft above the ground.::

Father?

::The android said with a look of confusion on his face. This was not to be mistaken with emotion, M4X was preprogrammed with several responce to fit certain occasions, this was one. The man continued.::

Yez Maxvell, let him down.

::M4X did as he was told, and the wolf was unceremoniously dropped to the ground, there the man in the lab coat would walk up to him, and pull two things from his pockets as he spoke. One was a needle, a needle filled with a very very strange silvery substance, it looked like liquid metal but the needle was far to cool for it to actually be such a thing. The second was a colar, it was lined with several spikes like you might see on a dog colar, and one singular red gem. This man spoke firmly, and directly, the tone in his voice showing clearly that he was in no mood to negotiate.::

You may enter but five circumztances.

::As he spoke, he held out his right hand, which was clothed in white surgical glove in order to symbolize a 4, as he held up 4 fingers.::

Von, you must stay in your human form at all times. Tvo, you muzt vhere zhiz colar at all times. Three, you muzt take zhiz injection, twice a day, vhen I administer it. Four, if you ever call my zon a trinket again, puppy, I vill keep you alive, and avake as ve uze you for spare partz.

In return, ve vill cloth you, ve vill feed you, and ve vill care for you as long az you are here. Vhat do you say? Yes or no. Von vord anzwer, no ztoriez. Zhere is nothing else.

It vas.

::The Doctor said with a smirk.::

The fifth condition ve do not speak of, you vill discover if you go against it, you vill know.

::Those last 3 words were said rather stern. As if it this mysterious fifth condition was said extremely important, the sort of thing that Doctor, despite his word games, was not joking, or playing around with. The tone of his voice...the look on his face, he was serious, excusing the pun, dead serious. And it was plain to see that he wanted that to be very clear.::



::The Doctor had long since folded his arms and began to tap his foot while whistling a small toon. If this was a one word answer, the wolf needed to learn to count. After all was said and done, he spoke. A definite tone if impatience on his voice. He really wasnt interested in hearing anymore of this non-sense.::

Ahh, I see. I must have made a miztake. I believed I vas talking to a creature who needed assistance, and waz asking me for it. A creature who waz ztarving and on the brink of death, and needed medical attention. But I zee, I am talking to pride filled animal who vould rather die zhan have thingz not be to hiz specificationz. You, puppy, are quite blind. Vhy vould I need to control your mind vhen I already control your life? Look around you, do you see any food? Do you hear any other life at all?

::The simple answer was no. In an 2 mile radius it seemed that next to nothing was alive, except maybe more wolves. Nothing lived in this land by choice, and if it did, it didnt last for very long. Days on days of exploration revealed that to be very true.::

Vithout my help, you are already dead. You are a smart doggy, you have very good earz I am sure, yet zeem to have heard zomething in my last speach vhich gave you the idea that thiz vas a negotiation? You zeem to think you are zome type of King and you have zome type of rightz zhiz place. You do not, zhiz is my home, and my land, built vith my own hands, cursed for my own beliefz. If I had not told my zon to let you go, you vould already be dead. I do not like your tone...the vay you yell at and insult my family, and yet you vant to enter my home?



::What was that? That reaction. That bright blinding light, was that science? Was that nature? Was that something that could be reproduced over an over in a lab with common materials found anywhere on Gaia? Was that something that could be cold and calculated and broken down into a mathemical formula explaining its existance? Where there any other normal, natural wolves that made a bright light and then changed species completely? No. This was not hard science.

That was magic. The Doctor was being decieved, here he had believed that all this time he was speaking to a creature of "nature" dealing with a "genetic" creation. Lies. Nothing about this creature was the truth.

The Doctor sneezed, yes sneezed, but not because of the cold, instead this was because of an allergy. An allergy to Magic. But this was more than a simple sneeze, or a rash.

The Doctor was more than sure that when the wolf entered his domain, that his anti-magic field was active, and yet this childish act still transpired. Amazing. Magic is nothing more than the plaything of children who lack the intellegence to mold or shape nature, true nature, the scientific world to their will. But instead use cheap tricks and short cuts. It was pathetic, it was a waste. At least to the Doctor. And to the Doctor, creatures of magic were wastes of breath and matter. That went double for lying magic creatures. Amazing, that without even trying this Waste had stumbled across the 5th condition. No magic.

The Doctors face underwent a transformation of sorts. It contorted and bent to a look behold hatred, of pure unbridled disgust. The thing before him was lower than dirt. He did not feel the need to explain himself to something so worthless. He turned around and as he walked away he picked up the piece of "steak" from off the ground, and with his foot stomped on the blood stained snow it left behind. Even the meat was too good to be consumed by something so lowly as that magic creature. He stepped firmly inside the large door followed my his son.

And when he spoke, he spoke with a tone similar to the tone one a person might use using when describing the excrement they scraped off their boot.::

I do not know how you entered my land vith my anti-majik field in place, but I do not care. I do not know how you performed your "amazing" act of childish stupidity vithin my field, but I am glad you did. I can zee you for vhat you are, before you defiled my home. I do not vant the ztink of your corpze near my home. Be gone.

::And with that, he spat, as if trying to spit out the horrible taste which was in his mouth from speaking to the waste. But before his spit even hit the ground, the large metal doors to the tower slammed shut with a thunderous clang, and a rumbling was heard as a large set of gears locked it in place.

Without help, the wolf might die, or he might survive. It didnt matter either way to that man, he only hoped that he would suffer along with all his kind.

In the end, the Wolfs downfall was brought about by pride. The Doctor had dealt with many magical creatures in the past and ignored his allergy to do what needed to be done. But this beast, and the way it chose to demand its way as if others had some sort of responsibility to please it...that had already put hom on thin ice, before its magically nature was even revealed.

And for his pride, he had a Darksteel door he could talk too, with no one listening behind it. Or perhaps his empty stomach would make for great conversation, or maybe his own shadow? Who knows? Furthermore who cares? Pride had landed him the same place it landed the Doctor, cold and alone.::

That was very harsh.

::Said Mary, as she beheld the Doctor storming into his office a few minutes later, on the 23 floor.::

He lied to me Mary, I dezpize Majak's enough without having von lie straight to my face...May his "majik" have mercy on his soul, I certainly shall not.

//These corpses are heavier than I expected.//

It was very cold outside, it always was here, but to Art it felt colder than the first time he arrived. This kid of chill went beyond just temperature, it dug deep inside you, untill you could feel the icy wind of the north peeling away at your heart.

Art Valentine had just finished his first, and, unbeknowsnt to him, last mission. It had gone disastrously. They had approached an Orc encapment, and as they went over strategy with which to eliminate the enemy before moving on, they were suprised by the Orcs themselves returning from a hunt, the Kyonuske had no chance, they were off gaurd, out-numbered, and in direct combat.

Because they were well-disciplined, and some of the most highly trained humans in this world, they felled two orcs for every Kyonuske, despite the odds. Every last one perished, Orc and Ninja alike. All but Art, once again the unwilling survivor. He knew that these people saved his life, and something of his former culture wouldn't allow him to leave the corpses of his brothers in the same pool of blood as the filth responsible for thier death.

So, he grit his teeth and drug them a good distance away. Thinking of Home.

//This will not go over well. This should not have happened, if they had just stayed on the hunt for longer, we'dve slit thier throats as they told thier half-true war-stories around the fire! Dead as rocks.//

The corpses he carried left deep impressions in the snow, getting lost would not be a problem, even in a storm like this.



"Rest in peace, brrothers."The sentiment escaped his lips in a whisper stolen from the air by a passing wind. "Time to head on home."

He padded through the thick snow with relative ease, stepping light so as to avoid being in any one place too long, the tower he lived in soon rose up before him. Not increasing pace in any way, he made his path to the door, at the base of the tower.

Loud, hollow booming sounds accompanied his knock, he waited.

No answer.

He tried again, three loud booms echoed back.

No answer, again.

//What...? Could they already know? Is this punishment?//

This time he put his strength into it, the door swung open on the second knock.

Lightly, the young rabbit's head tossed from side to side lightly as the remainder of her body rested peacefully like a pile of lead. Her firery red hair slowly fell over her face, blocking her vision if she had any if she any at that moment. Her breathin patterns began to return to normal for a moment then speed up alittle yet again as though she was running a marathon. Her face seemed at peace though at the occasional moment, a wince would form and then disappear into the depths of her subconcious.

Without any warning the young rabbit quickly shot up, her face full of fear for a breif moment but what was going on was beyound her. She finally relaxed to remember where exactly she was. Her body felt drenched in sweat as it seemed she rested for an enternity or something. Slowly she gazed about to soon notice that a machine to the left side of her bed was off. Her eye twitched a moment as one of her fragile hands gently touched the top.

"What the hell?" spoke Madi quietly with curiousity, her attention was drawn to the long piece of paper with multiple strains of lines. Her mind began to wonder with curiousity, she had seen this before. Where was the only question. Her eyes countinued to wander at it until finally she grabbed the sheet to look at it more closely.

The dark lines seemed completely out of wack, going in strange patterns and movements. On one end of it she managed to find a smiley face drawn into the patterns as though a five year old had their fun with it. She cocked her head cautiously as she countinued to look over it.

Have fun?

::Mary said as the little rabbit girl rose from her "sleep". Her green eyes slid to the heart monitor machine, and then back to the heart read out. And she tilted her head slightly to the side and spoke with the cheery voice of a bubbly little teenager.::

I got bored so I drew on the paper. Theres cute lil' bunnies and two lil chickies on the back side.

::She reached the operating table beside her. The table carrying knives, scalpels, saws, and a few ungodly devices, but atop the table and atop the cutlry was a wooden tray with two jet black cups steaming with some sort of brownish liquid. It smelled sweet and yet familiar. Or maybe if Madi's tiny rabbit nose hadnt defrosted it didnt smell like anything at all!

That didnt matter. As Mary slid the tray closer, with her "leather" boots sliding as her feet shuffled all zombie like, she tried her best to smile. But right after an injection she always felt so stiff. In all honesty she was scared. Compared to her Madi was perfect. Buckteeth? Ha, Mary had teeth implanted into her skull. She would do anything to get rid of the scars, or fix herself so she wouldnt need those "injections". Her right sleave was rolled up just enough to show the needle wounds in her forearm. They werent drugs she needed this to live...but her really meant to pull her sleave down.

It was like looking at a model of what you wish you could be, but will never be. Like a celebrity in a magazine. She tried to look Madi right in the eyes, but still one could see the shyness in her eyes. Her eyes themselves were green as purest emerald, even though on eye was a shade darker than the other, they were still a beautiful thing to look at. Even despite the bit of worry they held...or maybe just the worry this part of her held. There were so many peices in her that she could change at a moments notice. One could never be sure, the way she switched at random or why. But one could be sure that as she slid the tray over to Madi she spoke with a smile.::

Heres some hot coco! I made it myself, the orange cup is yours, I put a little carrot stuff in it. Have as much of the carrot cake as you like.

::Her hand was a bit shaky, but she grabbed the warm cup and offered it to Madi with a smile. And beside the choco, thats right, carrot cake. Freshly baked too. She carefully pulled her hands back as she noticed her sleave. With a quick tug she tried to cover the marks on her arm.::

When your done, your room is ready.