Eyes fixed in a labratory filled with exotic and bizzare organisims. All scientists gatherd around a single transparent ctlandar, filled with fluids, and life sustaining wires, connected into a shadowed specimen. Wings of an eagle drape over the form that is part wolf, and half tiger. Decorated with a coat of the blackest of fur, horns of a dragon, and the whitest of stripes. A single twitch of a dragon like speared tail sparks excitement in the eyes and voices of the humans. Pens touch paper on clipboards, engraving conclusions, and exclimations. She blinks once, then twice, peering though silver eyes to see only a blured sights of confusion around her. Life surges through her veins, body twitching only slightly, new to any movement. Eyes fully aware of the suroundings, just not understanding. Miscellanous thoughts cloud her mind. "What?....This is new...Why?....This doesn't feel right......Where am I? How did I get here?.......Who are these people?" Adaptive feelings explode all at the same time, questions appere wanting to be answered. A celebration outside the glass, words of excitement and congradulations grant everyone satisfaction. Paws pressed against the fragile cage, streching muscles, searching for a word, for only a screaching howl. All excitement turning to terror, every gaze in shock aimed at the cracking expirimental tube, with the creature inside. Orbs of crimson fury stare through the darkness of the liquid, soon to have seeped out onto the floor through the cracks. Paws and forehead pressed against the chamber, the harsh pressure forcing the glass to shatter. Darkend water pouring from the broken tube, flooding the ground. First steps taken out onto he floors of freedom. Releas from enclousures and restraining wires, first breath of oxygen, first beat of her wings against the air. Every human frozend in fear, supurb targest for a first feast. Jaws release, rows of peral fangs, painted in fresh human blood, razer tallons tering cloth and flesh. A feast of freedom, destruction to be left in a wake of escape. Featherd wings soar against the refreshing night skies of life. A new begining, a new game, a new book.
A new life of a Midnight Hybrid. |
