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Professor Archibald Captain
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 Posted: Thu Oct 15, 2009 4:01 pm
Roleplay Contest
Begins: October 15th
Ends: October 31st
This gal is tough.
Born with a fatal disease known as brittle bone, she wouldn't have lived long if it wasn't for the Shadow walkers taking her away and replacing her infected bones with steel. Now days, only two of her legs are useful.
Is she as tough in spirit as she is in strength?
Is she thankful for what the Shadow-Walkers did to her?
Do others consider her a cripple?
Prompt 1
Describe your experience in the Fear-Walkers den.
Prompt 2
You haven't had a successful hunt in days. You're hungry, and some bully wolves target you as their next victim. They couldn't resist, you look so weak. That's what everyone thinks, at first. What do you do?
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Posted: Fri Oct 16, 2009 10:42 am
Name: Kabisa - means frail in Swahili
Nature: Deceitful
Response: - Prompt 2.
"So weak and so...vulnerable."
That is what everyone says when they see me. My limbs are riddled with stitches. My left front limb (her left, our right) is missing completely. My hind right leg drags the ground and is filled with nothing but blood and tissue. I look frail, thin, weak, hungry, vulnerable. I haven't had a decent hunt in days, and now these wolves find it amusing to bully me. To pick on me. Laughing as they taunt me.
So cruel and so twisted their games are. How sickening it is to see the pleasure in their eyes as they see the pain in mine. Yet they don't stop. They keep on picking. Pressing me back into a tree, corner me so I have no where to run. Snapping at me with their teeth, lunging at me with their claws. Its all fun and games until the weak one gets hurt - and then its enjoyable.
Hunkering myself down to the ground, scared, bleeding and wounded, I feel ready to give up. To give in. They laugh, taunting me more. "Fight back!" they cry. "Fight back! Oh wait... you can't!" they mock, filling the air with laughter.
They are too busy mocking me to read the signs in my eyes. The signs of the last straw. Hiding a grin at how foolish they are, I continue my charade. Acting weak. Acting frail.
What the Shadow-walkers did to me.... they gave me life. They gave me strength. I will show them that strength....
I wait...for one last taunt. One more blow. One more threat.
"Your a disgrace. You shouldn't even be a live." the proud and pompous one says.
I'll show you who shouldn't be alive. Its you, my gullible friend, not me. No. I have life, and lots of it!
Lunging forward, faster than they can react - and certainly not what they expected - I sank my fangs into his neck and watched blissfully as pain and fear swelled in his eyes. Licking the sweet crimson liquid from my jaws as I released and he fell to the ground, sputtering. But he wasn't dead. No. I do not kill for fun.... I get revenge. I make them feel exactly what I feel. To feel their limbs snap even from the faintest of movements. To hear the pounding in their heads as pain shoots up their spine and echoes into their ears. To taste their own blood in their mouths. Yes... I make them see, hear and feel what its like to be me.
Now tell me whose the disgrace to life.
Go on.
Say it.
Thats right.
You.
I bet they will think twice before messing with me again.
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Posted: Sat Oct 31, 2009 10:14 pm
Name: Injana
Nature: Venomous... On a good day.
Response: Brittle of bone does not necessarily mean brittle of spirit. However... Nothing is any excuse for being immune to a sleeping dart. Except maybe Rabies, but he's on an auction. (XD) And Rabies wasn't something Injana had. As she hit the floor, the majority of the bones in her right hind leg shattered, from the hip joint down to each of the pawdigits. Unconscious as she was, she didn't witness the pain at that moment, but she couldn't escape it.
When she awoke, it was to a leather thong wrapped around her muzzle and neck like a set of reigns, leashed to a peg at the corner of the cold, shiny surface she lay on. Her left hind leg kind of stung, like the prickly feeling that comes around when your leg goes to sleep, and her tail was slung towards a peg opposite of her muzzle. Everything was deathly cold, the sun was dim, and she couldn't feel her left foreleg or her right hind. This, coupled with the shadowy figure above her, began to initiate the instinctual fear that was late in coming to her half-wakeful form.
This wasn't helped when the dusky light of the room finally revealed the sadistic grin of the platinum-blonde man sewing the stitches along the foreleg she could feel. Into her view, he brought a rather large needle, tapped it a couple times with a soft flick of his middle fingernail, and pushed the lever in a bit to make sure all the air was out of the thing before just short of jabbing the thing into her stub of a foreleg. She growled a bit, but was out about as quickly as the dart had rendered her so.
The next time she woke, the muzzle was still on her maw, but the leashing was gone. Her tail was loose, and she was dreadully cold, despite the heavy quilt laying on top of her abused body.
Her vision's return was slow, but progressive, and she reflexively tried to move her legs. Two felt as though they weighed a ton each, one only gave her shoulder motion, and the other was much like a sandbag plush, weight and all. Every ounce of her felt about that heavy, actually. Slowly, she urged her working limbs to move, though, however slowly they complied.
Her ears folded over in pain when her claws raked the floor of the cage, ceasing her motion as she cringed and raised the paw slowly, looking over the break in her furskin where the metal gleamed through and the stitches hadn't held properly. Her eyes widened in fright, and caught glint of something crimson-stained, darting over to that to see her missing limb.
She yelped, forcing herself to her legs, and fell back as her balance was foiled once more by the sandbag-like leg that had shattered just before she'd arrived in Archibald's care. The loud, resounding thuds of her attempts to figure out her balance and move around would continue to sound throughout the vacant room for another hour or so before she grew tired, and finally slumped to the floor of the cage.
About this time, another of the tall, shadowy figures stepped into the room, closing the door carefully behind it and approaching the cage. The soft, warning growl didn't even give the creature pause as the woman approached the cage, entering the lighter part of the lab with a significantly less sinister appearance than the white-haired man had sported. But it was the smell that came with it that brought Injana's muzzle to silence. A scent of blood... Of Meat... Of that little dead rabbit hidden inside her uniform.
If it weren't for that bridle on her muzzle, Injana would be licking her chops, now.
The strange, two-legged creature held up the rabbit to the cage for a moment and spake. The words didn't make much sense to the wolf, but the tone was understandable... Almost as if she were whimpering... Trying to show the female dominance.
If you promise not to bite me, I can give this to you, okay?
The pale biped put her furless paw against the bars where she sat so Injana could smell the device. Injana's cold nose rested against her paw for a long moment, her lip curling up and a soft growl escaping. This growl was, once more, ineffective against the human, who smiled and held the rabbit just above the cage as her long-toed paws argued with the locking mechanism on the cage.
Finally, the door swung open and let the creature's paws through so they could wrap around the wolf fae's neck, ignoring the little alarmed buck as they searched for the buckleclasp that would allow the muzzle to be removed. Injana wasn't eased by the very forward actions of the human, but she couldn't bring her eyes away from that rabbit, either. It felt as though she hadn't eaten in days... And she probably hadn't, really. But now, the device began to leave the wolf's face, and the human retreated from the wolf to the cage's edge, reasserting the rabbit's iffy-ness and dangling it in front of the wolf as she pulled at the strands slowly to tug them away from the wolf's muzzle.
"There, now... That's better, isn't it?"
The final strands came away all at once and the human let go of the rabbit, anticipating the wolf's hunger as she snapped for the carcass, new, silver jowels gleaming as they ripped into the flesh between them. The human just smiled, as if she hadn't risked her own paw to feed the wolf. The human smiled softly and waited for the wolf to finish as she licked at the spilled puddle of blood curiously, carefully coddling her tongue when she realized licking her chops could be dangerous.
"You have to be careful, now."
She said.
"Archibald may be... Psychotic... But you shouldn't have as much a problem 'falling apart', anymore. He's not... So bad."
She smiled, offering the wolf the flat of her palm and bowing her head gently as a sign of submission. She seemed to have some trouble holding the defensive smile and her palm in place when the wolf's lips raised from her fangs, but achieved the task mostly. Finally, Injana let her hackles fall and gave a soft lick to just the tips of her upraised pawdigits. ~Such weird creatures... Perhaps they differ one to the other as much as we...~
Footsteps from behind drew both their attentions before the human fae shoved the muzzle back on the wolf gently. She left the ties untied, though, smirking as she closed the gate and locked it, and bolted from the room out the side door.
"Bite 'im HARD!"
The human left in her wake. Injana stared after her, then back at the door as it swung wide and let in a shaft of light, followed by a blinding array. The incident that followed led to her being stung once more and falling asleep, then waking up to the same fae, setting outside the same cage, in a different set of surroundings. The wire bars on the door had been mutilated in the event, and the door hung wide open. Her groggy eyes finally found the thing they hadn't expected. A familiar thing, but, once more, a thing that was provided. She could feel her pride being burned by the offering, but then it moved. Twitched, perhaps. Waking. The white-furred, red-eyed rabbit was moving groggily as well, and the motion triggered things in the she-wolf she'd long-since thought she'd forgotten.
Her muscles stirred, mutated bones drew to motion, and she stumbled to her feet, listening to the human's odd words of seeming encouragement. As Injana made her way to the door, the human set the rabbit on the ground, where the thing began to struggle more vicariously, though it was still held by one back paw. Finally, the cage faded from the wolf's peripherals and she drew confused, glancing down at her stiff, cold body. The visions that met her eyes were bewildering, and somewhat frightening... A missing limb... One useless... The other two covered in lines crossed by lines and fur split to reveal metal underneath it... What had happened to her, in that place.
The rabbit's squeal brought her back to attention, though, and with the human's notice of that, the rabbit was released, and began to stumble into a clumsy run, followed by an equally-clumsy gait in the wolf, saliva dripping over silvered jowels.
The human smiled as she watched both fall back into a rhythm natural to their interactions, however groggy and stiff either still happened to be as they re-tought their muscles, then packed up the cage and made a hasty disappearance back to base.
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