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 Posted: Sun Apr 24, 2016 7:41 pm
OOC: CONTENT WARNING -- Contains Violence, language, and generally an all around bad time
Do not read further if you are not comfortable with Needles/an individual getting rendered unconscious through force and chemicals, violence toward others, torture, body horror, caged individuals or Attempted self-harm. Nothing is spoken of in gruesome detail, but it can still be unsettling or phobia inducing in some with issues with these subjects.  Sharp eyes watched the bobcat walker carefully from the bushes they were hidden behind. Their owner watched in baited breath, dressed in a custom made Ghillie suit and long claws holding a long wooden pole. The pole was tipped with porcupine quills with little holes drilled near their tips, and dipped in a mixture of boiled plant juices so the hollow quills filled with the powerful sedative concoction. The Bearwalker had been stalking her pray for weeks, observing the smaller walker from a distance to study their behaviors and habits. To this extent, she had discovered the walker had no qualms in scavenging from larger predators, delighting in stealing food from other purewalkers as if it showed they had superior wits to the larger brutes. With this in Mind, Grimdark had shifted into her feral form and killed a passing cerynei . After eating her fill to keep it realistic and knowing she was now being observed by the smaller purewalker, she dragged the meaty carcass to a staging area and buried what had once been a doe, caching her under a pile of small, carefully stacked rocks, before leaving and retrieving her camouflage, spear, and solution. Now she just had to wait for the bobcat walker to move into position. The moment hit and the bearwalker, still in her feral form, lunged the spear out of her hiding place, hitting the other walker squarely on the rump with the spines, which slid out of their bindings into the flesh of the other walker, dripping their solution in it. “The Fu-!” The other walker leapt out, at first not realizing what hit them. It wasn’t until a second spear came out and struck her shoulder that the large bearwalker stood up with a grin to wrestle with the slowing bobcat, bowling them over and dodging claws as they flailed desperately. A strike glanced on the dark colored bearwalker’s snout, causing her to growl in frustration as she put a paw on the others throat, pressing slightly to make her choke to try and speed up the tranquilizer. “Shhh, shhh, it’ll be over soon..” Grimdark teased, her voice cloyingly and sarcastically soothing as she pushed a muzzle over the other walkers snout, watching them struggle to keep their eyes open, eyes rolling into their head as legs are bound tight. The helpless anger and rising terror in the other walkers eyes was delicious to the pantologist. Capturing fresh prey for specific projects brought as much, if not more, joy as seeing the faces of those already caught when they are informed their child has been selected for a specifically gruesome or vulgar study. The last thing her prey remembered before losing her fight to the burning liquid in her shoulder and rump was being moved into a large sheet of leather and bundled up, with the sensation of being dragged before darkness took over Grimdark’s newest lab rat. ----------- Angeni Charm study: Log number 10.
April 24th, Year 5 SCT (Since Cognitive thought)
0900: This morning I managed to snare Subject AC1 just as planned. The Subject is a Bobcat Purewalker, approximately 13 hands tall and of a light, lean build, unusually small for a member of the purewalker species, but should be waking soon from getting tagged and I can begin the experiment. All hearsay says the process is spectacular to watch and excruciating for the subject. I look forward to watching it in a controlled setting. I hypothesize the pain is just as its said to be, and thus should be entertaining on more than just an intellectual level.
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Posted: Sun May 01, 2016 8:02 pm
9:45 AM Grimdark finished scratching down additional information and measurements, estimations of age and health about the bobcat walker she had captured (plotting out desired and possibly even the most painful locations to place the angeni charm that wouldn't interfere with her continued research on the effects on the other walker's psyche) Into the large tome she had made for the project out of horse skin parchment. It was then that her ear twitched as she heard her newest labrat stirring behind her with a soft creak of leather and a gagged yet still indignant noise. "Sleep well, Subject AC1?" The large bearwalker said warmly, teeth bared in an excited grin at both what she had in store for her 'guest' and the look of anger in the visible eye of the other walker as they strained against their bindings and watched her move, "I'm sure you are wondering where you are or why I brought you here. You need not worry, it is best for my study that you understand." Grim took a long handled device tipped in metal with an oiled wick clasped to it in her bear-toothed yet equine mouth of her standard form and lit it with one of the oil lamps she was using to write with. She then Moved closer to the stone slab the walker was on and began to light the lanterns above them. The stone and black bearwalker had put what looked like a muzzle that separated the teeth with a thick padded piece of leather sewn into it and put between the upper and lower jaw like a bit to keep the smaller walker from biting their tongue or the scientist, the bit tight around the mouth and strapped behind the head. Thick wooden posts sunk into holes drilled into solid ground held both the lanterns and mirrors -- stolen from artisans to create a way to redirect the light where she wanted it -- as well as heavy metal loops in which leather strapped bit tight into her captives ankles and wrists still. Three thick straps were attached to a wooden frame surrounding the stone slab, holding the small walker to the table by the upper neck, barrel, and hips. Lighting the last lantern, grim licked her paws and put out the wick between the pads and set it down on a wooden table she had taken from a raccoon carpenter who was now held captive within her 'zoo' back when she first captured him. On the table there were various implements, including a thick wooden box with a latched lid. With the last lantern needed lit, Grimdark sat back on her haunches before putting her right paw 'comfortingly' on the other walkers exposed side, delighting in how they flinched and how at some point the fury in their left eye, the only one exposed as they lay on their right side, had been flavored with confusion. Grimdark smiled and continued to speak in a cool, collected voice, and reached for the box, "You are in my Lab. And I am a pantologist -- a researcher of all knowledge. And lately something truly curious came about and I have decided to study its effects on you. I actively selected you since you are of the more 'trickster' or 'intellect' sort of skinwalker -- someone who can actually communicate changes to me.." "At some point within the last year there was a discovery by the lesser populace that a willing sacrifice of blood from an angeni placed upon or into a gemstone and then given a blessing of holy light can fuse with a skinwalker, 'curing' them..." Her grin widened as fury and confusion in the other walkers eye was replaced with dawning realization and fear as Grim opened up the box and, with a pair of tongs, lifted a beautiful necklace out of the box. Setting the box aside, she turned her head fondly as she looked over the skyblue gemstone bead, which was accented with delicate gold work and long soft feathers, the thin drillmark and dark spot of blood barely visible in its opalescent fire, "It took me ages to get one that was still viable, and I had to act quick. I had studied you for weeks as I searched for one that still would work" She lightly touched one of the feathers and flinched back slightly as it flared with light, both she and the other walker recoiling slightly from the holy light, "For all I know it might not even 'cure' purewalkers, but it still should be incredibly painful regardless, so valuable information shall be received." As the other walker made wordless noises of fear and struggled frantically against her bindings, Grimdark continued to speak over her as she held the tongs in her left hand, still enthralled with her new 'toy', her new way to torture another and something new to learn, "It will be going right between your eyes. I could put it far more painful locations, but this is the least endangering to your li-" Suddenly a loose back paw struck out in a panic from the other walker, hyper flexable cat joints having managed to yank themselves out of the leather binding, knocking the charm out of the thong as it struck her left paw, and, with her right paw rested on the table to keep her balanced, caused the beautiful necklace to drop, the gemstone softly making contact with the upper wrist of Grimdark's right paw.
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Posted: Sat May 07, 2016 3:49 pm
The charm burst into a hot searing light like a supernova with an unnatural shriek as the bear like roars of Grimdark turned into pained Shrieks. The large walker backed up onto the cave wall, and holding onto her arm as it seemed to melt through her skin like hot nickel, the feathers coiling and blackening as the burning pain radiated from the spot and coursed through her veins. She convulsed and made a failed grab for a bone saw, wishing to remove the limb to stop the pain, and instead curled up upon herself as she felt the hot rivers of light pour through her, filling her body with the liquid fire that surged toward her head. Her eyes flashed open in a final convulsion as she roared one last time, light pouring from her eyes and mouth, before she plunged into the darkness of unconsciousness. An hour later Grimdark stirred back to consciousness, her thoughts dim and unsure what woke her. She got up slowly, panting heavily and shuddering, her entire body ached and her head pounded. Lifting her right paw to her face, she rubbed at her snout. Her ears turned at a soft noise and her head turned to follow the sound. The Bobcat walker, still mostly bound, had wiggled her legs until her hips were freed from the strap, and had been kicking at the muzzle franticly, trying to get it off her head so she could chew off the straps and escape from the cave. The two’s eyes met and Grim frowned as she approached. “Nnn!” The bobcat purewalker jerked her head back, the muzzle somewhat frayed and the side and back of her head blooded from her efforts, and tried to kick out at the other walker as she approached, straining and struggling with renewed effort. Grim quickly grabbed the loose leg, and pulled the strap tight enough to make the other walker cry out in pain. Grim held the leg still as she fiddled with the buckle that attached the leather to the metal hoop of the wooden post, “You have ruined a perfectly good experiment, Subject AC- No no, you’re no longer the first of my angeni charm experiments anymore, are you?” She snarled as she grabbed the strap and yanked the other walkers leg higher, separating it more from her body and lifted high on the post, strapped to the upper most loop as taught as possible. Grim put both claws on the table, taking a deep steading breath, “As clever as you think you are, you really are stupid -- I was going to let you live. A captive in my collection, fed and simply interviewed, trained. Study the effects the charm has on your psyche, see how you interact with the other prisoners. It was the ones after you I was going to do the more physical tests on.” Grimdark flexed her right paw, looking distastefully at the gemstone she had been looking at so fondly just hours earlier, imbedded deep in her skin, and yet also part of her skin – she didn’t feel it rubbing against her tendons or bone any more than she felt a pelt resting on her skin, it was part of her, part of it deep in her blood. The dark speck in the stone was gone. With a nod, she took a loose strap and tied it tight around the bobcat’s lifted leg, biting deep into her skin and then yanking to tighten it even further, “instead, I need to see how you managed to get your leg out of your restraints – Other bobcat walkers have been incapable of escaping, but you seem to be more.. Flexible than most I’ve observed. “ She stepped away from the lab table and tied a veil around her mouth, and then donned a long sleeved and tight leather smock, treated into a glossy water proof shine, and fingerless gloves over it that allowed her claws and toes free to keep their dexterity. The leather, despite its shine and treatment, still had stale, dried blood stained deep into it from a much older surgery that had managed to last long enough to leave its mark. Turning toward the other walker, Grimdark set a tray she had in her mouth down on the table beside the slab, and delicately took an obsidian scalpel in her claw as the other walker lifts her head as much as she could, her screams muffled into the gag of a muzzle as she found herself unable to fight back, “To get the most information, I’ll need you alive while I investigate your tendons. I hope you’re not too fond of your hide, when I’m done you won’t have nearly as much of it…”
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Posted: Sat May 07, 2016 3:59 pm
Two hours later, Grimdark washed the blood from her nails and the spots of fur where it managed to splatter diligently in her basin, having cleaned off the bloodied smock. Echoing in the distance was the weak, pained moans of pain from what had once been “Subject AC1”, their left side skinned to the jawline to the middle of their stomach and spine, their tail cut off and every tendon of their limbs severed after being fiddled with and tugged at. She had been given a concoction made of snake venom to reduce her bleeding, and then dragged off to a room Grim had designed for mummifying some of her specimens after death. The room was lined with rock salt mined from a mine not too far from her personal territory – good bait for familiars looking for salt for trading and cooking, so she kept it mostly free to use so she could observe for subjects that she could use for her studies or as food for her personal larder – and the walker was laid down on her skinless flesh pressed against the salt lined floor. She then loosened the muzzle slightly to allow the other walker to not be as muffled in her cries, but still unable to bite down on her own tongue to end her suffering. Subject AC1 was now being tested for how salt in high amounts would affected the wound – it hurt immensely, but made most wounds heal faster at the same time. Whether or not it killed and mummified the mare or sealed the wound and opened her up for further experimentation didn’t matter to the bearwalker at this instance, as she rubbed at the gemstone now on her arm with a growl of frustration, then grabbed a strap and began to tie it tight around her arm with her teeth and free arm, tying right below the elbow. She took one of the bottles on the shelf and uncorked it with her teeth and drank the solution before pouring some over her bound arm. As she slowly lost the feeling in her right fingers, she reached for the bone saw she had missed earlier and pressed it against her skin, just above where the stone was fused. And she hesitated. Taking a deep breath and steeling herself, she pressed tighter, the teeth biting slightly into her skin, just enough to draw blood, before she threw the saw away with a clattering noise into one of her many cages of ordinary experimental and feeder animals with a deep earthy roar of frustration, “ Dammit!” Grimdark took a deep, steadying breath and tore off the binder on her arm as she headed for the large tome as the dozen mice skittered and ran about her on the floor. She picked one up and popped it, squeaking in terror, into her mouth, ending its life with a crunch as she reread her earlier entry. Counting the amount of little nails littering the bottom of the candle holder to figure out the time, she lifted the quill out of its ink well and began writing a new log entry. ---------- Angeni Charm study: Log number 11.
April 24th, Year 5 SCT (Since Cognitive thought)
1800: At about 0945, I left my inky thoughts and plans on this very tome, excited for the project I was about to embark on. Things did not go to plan. The Subject formally known as Subject AC1 proved to have loose tendons, giving them hypermobility. In their panic they hyperextended them in their left back leg and was able to get their toes bent in such a way it allowed themselves to pull free of their bindings at the most inopportune of times, striking my arm and causing the angeni charm to drop onto my skin. She is now half skinned and resting, wound side down, in the Salt preservation room, her tendons cut so she will be incapable of leaving.
I have yet to give them a classification name, but at this point I suppose this makes Me Subject AC1, at least until I can learn if removing the charm and the affected flesh or limb after it has taken a full hold has any effect. I will seek out a new charm and skinwalker, or a previously charmed skinwalker, to study the effects of digging the charm out or removing the limb before I go about removing my own. Perhaps, if the bobcat walker survives her current tests in time for me to find another charm, I will use her, otherwise, I may need to test on a different skinwalker.
Until then, I will be recording my own thoughts and recording changes I may notice in my mind. Even now, it seems I have developed some form of control over my emotions – while nothing has ever gone south so badly, the last time a subject has ruined a study as thoroughly as this one has, I returned to a cognitive state covered in blood and the individual remains spread throughout the room and I was half way through tearing apart one of my experimental cells inhabitants in a rage fueled bought of blood madness. Instead I was able to make use of the Subject for alternate research routes. I will transfer their data over to the Salt Study Tomes. For now my thoughts are too scattered, my body too heavy from exhaustion, and I need to round up the mice back into their cage after knocking them loose, to really think of how to advance my study with me as a test subject.
I will report later once I have my mind refocused, adding more details and information about my experience being charmed.
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Posted: Sat May 07, 2016 4:58 pm
Transcript
Angeni Charm study: Log number 12
April 25th, Year 5 SCT
0800: It has been approximately 14 hours since I had this damned stone fused into my flesh, much longer than I usually write my entries, but still the moments of the ‘transformation’ lay fresh on my mind and heavy on my body.
I was explaining to ex-Subject AC1 about my plans to put the charm I had acquired between her eyes when she managed to pull her leg loose due to her hyperflexibility – at such a young age it had yet to reach the point where it would have caused her joint issues and she had never exhibited the trait, leaving me unprepared for such a variant to the average biology of even a feline purewalker – and strike the arm holding the charm in an attempt to prevent her own charming. Perhaps she hoped it would shatter and be rendered useless.
Regardless of the ideas that creature might have had, it swung lose and instead grazed my right arm, just above the wrist. This lightest of touches of the gem to my skin was enough to trigger the magic within it, causing it to activate and lose its momentum. It flared into a bright light with an audible noise, perhaps similar to that of red hot nickel dropped onto ice or water, an inorganic squealing screech that only grew in volume as it continued. The feathers shriveled and ‘burnt’ away in the light. and the thin fine gold work shattered and in spots liquefied. I found the broken gold work barely attached to the chain and melted on the edges. Drops of what looked like molten gold that froze in mid fall were scattered across the floor. However, my fur and skin remains unburnt, and no scorch marks were left on the floor from molten metal – they melted cold.
The sensation felt as if liquid fire was pouring from it and into my veins, radiating from the connection point. It felt as if I had been set on fire from the inside out and was going to combust. When it reached my head it felt as if my eyes would boil and that I was breathing fire. My body convulsed and shuddered the entire time. And it all happened in what felt like eternity but was most likely under a minute due to how little reaction time I had before I lost consciousness. It took me approximately an hour to reawaken. My body was heavy and tired, and I didn’t feel any less like myself, though, as mentioned in my previous report I seemed to have better control of my temper than in previous instances. Test this.
I will need to do this experiment with another walker and observe if it is visible. Perhaps I was too hasty in partially skinning Ex-Subject AC1, if they survive I will charm them, observe the reaction from an outsiders perspective, and then remove the affected limb, one that still has skin on It, it’s not as if she’ll ever be able to use them again, and putting it on the skinned side might affect the results, while it would give me a window to see if it’s visible in the veins as well. Note to self: take Subject AC2 to mixed-blood unicorn captive for healing to insure survival but prevent recovery of ability to walk and fight. She may prove useful yet.
With a clearer mind than earlier, while this would not have been something I had planned on my own, as I only ever use myself for experiments if it’s something that requires my genetic material in the offspring or easier to get difficult genes by offering my reproductive capabilities to the subject I am incapable of capturing, this may actually prove to be a boon – if I had thought of it myself it would have been brilliant, but instead it’s a stupid accident that may prove invaluable, which peeves me immensely.
I will keep a tight, crisp report and write regularly in this particular tome to mark my mental progress, and ways to test my newly expanded capabilities, writing my thoughts and wishes as well as making scientific notes on them at the end of each month, bullet pointing the noted differences, changes, and progress. With my wit and intelligence, I should be able to make a silk purse out of this sows ear yet.
[Sketch of right arm with gem]
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Posted: Sat Jun 18, 2016 3:16 pm
"There we go, all settled in now, AC2" Grim gave a sneering, sadistic grin at the disabled bobcatwalker as she quickly snatched muzzle from her captive's face. Subject AC2 was barely recognizable from what she was when the larger mare caught her, the side that had been skinned now a mass of scar tissue after a few short rounds with a unicorn, and when the snap of her teeth failed to make contact she attempted to make a swipe from the slightly cushioned cot she had been set upon, but her limbs had been restitched to limit her range of mobility drastically so she couldn't fight back and her fingers horrifyingly declawed, a fact dawning on the walker as they were coming out of the sedation they had been put on for the operation, staring at her heavily bandaged paws and the growing pain from them, looking rather pitiful with the stiff leather cone tied around her neck.
Closing the heavy wooden gate and chaining it closed, Grimdark chuckled and turned to the cage on the opposite side of the narrow hall at the cowering pair of usdia on the other side, "Now You. You should most certainly be grateful -- Rather than using one of my more valuable specimens that I'd be keeping alive anyway, I have taken you two from my labrats. ACFactor1, ACFactor2.... Instead of being tested with chemicals or cut up or used for my breeding experiments, the two of you will socialize with Subject AC2 as Environmental Factors. Talk to them, keep them company." She thrust her face closer, teeth bared in a manic grin and her eyes wild, causing them to shriek and huddle closer to one another, "Get them to like you before I put the three of you in a shared cage... Understood ACF One and Two?"
She hummed slightly as she walked away from the rapidly nodding Usdia, musing excitedly about the upcoming experiments. It had only been a week since the event that left her with the gemstone fused to the wrist of her right leg. So far it had proven to not be any sort of hindrance to her methods of study -- in fact it had evened her temper out and made her more calculated and in control, more patient, and less prone to getting distracted by the pleasure she got from others pain and get off into tangents of torturing for the sake of torture. She was capable now of more concentrated scientific inquiry. The freedom did however result in some new observations -- She wasted so much time she could spend studying or improving her actions tending to her Living Museum of Genetics, keeping them functioning at an optimal level that kept them alive for her studies and breeding projects.
She paused at a cage of familiars -- pregnant and nursing familiars, primarily River Otters and Raccoons, that had been put aside to have and care for the early level of development before the children could be taken away as lab rats. As an Idea sparked inside her mind, she smiled Almost kindly at some of the infants inside the cage, before turning her attention to the mothers who hugged their children closer or carefully hid them behind their own bodies. Grim nearly purred as she moved closer to the cage, "Your children were born at the most opportune time -- You see... I'm expanding the lab, and to do that I'm going to need some assistants...."
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Posted: Sat Jun 18, 2016 3:37 pm
Angeni Charm study: Log number 13
May 1st, Year 5 SCT
Year 0 Week 1 SAC (Since Angeni Charm)
1630: As Mentioned in The new Log for Subject AC2, Their recovery from their premature skinning has been going smoothly. In addition, the declawing has been a success, and they are now settled into their cage with Subjects ACF One and Two across the hall from them. That was this weeks main effort of finishing up this process so it is out of the way and I can focus on my own changes.
Thus far this week I have discovered that I am a much more finely honed scalpel, free from distractions of causing pain and horror simply for its sake and allowing me to focus on my studies. And it has allowed me a wider range of concepts for projects I could enact and introduced me to an opportunity to allow me to focus even more time on my studies, as well as actively practice and test my new frame of mind. The newest crop of Raccoons and River Otters will soon be old enough to wean, and I can train them, or have others train while under heavy observation to insure no seeds of disloyalty toward me are created, as my own personal assistants and work crew, allowing me to see if I develop attachments to my Team. They will be given Proper names and raised as if I was their guardian or.... Individuals they have a close platonic bond to. The term is, according to an interviewed captive raised beyond the labs, a "Friend" At the very least, they will be raised to be Loyal workers. If they are disloyal, I may have to euthanize and restart the process, and just my emotional responses to doing so or their disloyalty.
I may also select a few from the ursine, canine, and Feline specimens as well. Perhaps Canine first -- According to the books I have acquired they are known for their loyalty, and I can move to bigger muscle once I have a solid enough team to help contain and capture more specimens and create more cells and settings. It would certainly increase Lab time available to me if I had others to help with the expansion and care of my living subjects and my library or raise and collect food.
I look forward to keeping track of the development of this experiment.
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