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 Posted: Mon Feb 26, 2007 9:17 pm
(Nicky 100% Non-morphic Cerberus)
Nicky sniffed lightly at the dirt immediately below him; the dirt to the right and left of him having been claimed by his other two heads. A specific scent...one who had wronged him in the past...
The past, a dimmer time in which memories were fuzzy and thoughts blurred. He's gone too far now. Ever since his serum took a turn for the worse at the onset of his last change, he was having more and more trouble seperating his own thoughts froms those of the two dogs that shared his body.
But right now he was focued, managing to convince the other two to help him in this task...mutilation, desecration...of the one who wronged him. It didn't matter what he did, only that the thought remained that he was somehow slighted by this person. And he will pay.
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Posted: Mon Feb 26, 2007 9:30 pm
(Ryan, 25%)
Ryan was in a foul mood. No particular reason, he'd just been ruminating on their situation for awhile, and that always put him in a bad mood. It wasn't about being turned into an animal; he thought that was pretty cool. What bugged him was the way they were treated.
An so here he was, walking through the forest, kicking at plants that were in his way. So what if there were feral islanders out there. If he was killed, at least he'd have some form of retribution against the labs.
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Posted: Mon Feb 26, 2007 9:39 pm
[Dallas - 100%]
Dallas snorted and snuffled as he slowly lumbered through the thick forest. Long ago, when he was still human, he had feared the jungle. Feared the feral islanders that were spoken about in hushed tones. But no longer. With his immense size and powerful muscles, he didn't really feel scared anymore. Granted, he'd always feel better in an open place, the jungle was a nice place to go if you wanted to think in solitude but didn't want to get stuck in your duplex.
Suddenly, his ears picked up a strange sound. A whish whish, like plants being kicked.
He wasn't alone.
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Posted: Mon Feb 26, 2007 9:53 pm
Nicky slowly padded along, using the twilight to aide his slinking. The scent, lost for a moment, stabbed intself into all three of his snouts. The left one sneezed while the right one began a low growl. Nicky though...Nicky's calculating gaze never left the trees. Out there, somewhere, was the islander who slighted him...And his blood will spill.
The cerberus began bounding through the woods, the only sound made was when his serpentine-like tail brushed against a nearby bush.
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Posted: Mon Feb 26, 2007 10:05 pm
Ryan was oblivious to either of the islanders. His senses hadn't developed much yet, and it wasn't like he was in the most aware state right now.
"Stupid ******** island. Stupid ******** Moreau." Strings of curses poured out of his mouth. Stomping around as he was, he failed to notice a leaf-covered root, and tripped and fell to the ground.
"Stupid ******** trees."
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Posted: Mon Feb 26, 2007 10:38 pm
Nicky's three heads fought for a moment as he peered through a bush at his target...Ryan Michaels...that sonofabitch...all but Curly (his left head) wanted to tear his throat out. All but Curly had death on his mind. Curly was thinking about that nice steak dinner that was waiting for them back in the Cafeteria. Go Figure.
A low growl emminated from the bush before Nicky padded out on all fours to stare down Ryan.
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Posted: Mon Feb 26, 2007 10:51 pm
Dallas' nose flared at a sudden new smell that wafted towards his nose. Predator! his mind screamed. But... it wasn't that tiger man... or that wolf-woman, Annie. It was someone new. Something weird. As slowly and as quietly as he could with all his bulk, Dallas crept towards the smell. He hoped whatever it was hadn't sensed him yet.
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Posted: Mon Feb 26, 2007 11:52 pm
From his prone position, Ryan was suddenly given a good view of a giant, three-headed doberman. It was not a comforting sight. With a yell, he pushed himself up, only to quickly fall backwards onto his a**.
His mouth worked for a second, before any sound would come out. "OH! Hey, sorry, you startled me." Now that his moment of panic was over, he realized he remembered this person, though he had certainly changed since he last saw him.
"How've you been?" His voice was a litle higher than normal.
((Xas, I've been trying to think of what he would have looked like at his other changes. Any idea how the other heads would grow in?))
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Posted: Tue Feb 27, 2007 2:53 pm
((At 25% it could happen a few ways I suppose...possibly his own head splitting into three seperate heads over the course of his change. Or just them growing out of his shoulders...whatever works best for you at the moment I suppose))
Nicky's maw grinned wide as he spotted the very reasonable reaction of fear from Ryan. He wanted to laugh in his face, but self-discipline stopped him. The right head however, apty named "Moe," began trying to immitate a human laugh. It came out wheezy and sinister. Curly, on the other hand, had gotten a whiff of something large coming their way...he began to whine slightly. Nicky nipped at him with a growl before turning his cold stare back to Ryan.
"Since you last saw me..." he growled out, "how've I been...?" He took a step foreward, Curly still searching about for the strange scent. "A bit slighted in the grand scheme of things...as you can verily imagine...but here I am, prattling on and on...How's this place treating you? OH! I see they finally got to you, now did they?" He grinned again, malice in his eyes. "And from the smell..." he exaggerated sniffing deeply in Ryan's direction.
"Prey"
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Posted: Wed Feb 28, 2007 6:38 pm
Dallas walked towards the scent only to be confronted with the thing he wanted to see last in the world; A three-headed dog man, snarling and growling over what seemed to be the fallen form of an... armadillo? One thing he did know for sure by the tone in the cerberus' voice - this was not going to end happily.
Trying to back up into the cover of some trees, Dallas accidentally stepped on a dry twig, making a loud crack! sound.
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Posted: Wed Feb 28, 2007 7:30 pm
Prey.
It hadn't really occured to him that that's what he was now, but he supposed it was true.
Maybe a bit of small talk would help? "Y-yeah, they got me a few weeks ago. Sorry about not believing you and the uh, ummm, comments I made."
This was bad. He'd had a little experience dealing with large, dangerous animals, but that had been a while ago, and he wasn't in the best position to defend himself.
Then a twig snapped, and despite his predicament, he glanced away from Nicky to see what it was.
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