Post by Sabre on Sept 15, 2006 18:13:23 GMT -5
Sunlight streamed onto the ground, through the canopy of the jungle. Leaves and branches blocked most of the light, however, a few beams were visible, helping light up the jungle. It was the afternoon, the sun in the middle of the sky.
Padding paws were the only thing that could be heard. Like a blur, the shadowy male darted through the jungle, his paws, for once, not tripping over themselves. His eyes were a dark brown, like they were back when he was a part of his old wolf pack. Brown, for neutral. His claws were retracted into his light grey paws. His twin fangs glittered maliciously in the beams of light. His two tails swirled mysteriously, the wind blowing against him. A twig of hair fell into his dark chocolate eyes.
He halted his run, dark eyes peering through the bushes. He snorted softly, then strolled casually into the small clearing. The sun shone brightly in the small clearing, where the river ran. Jagged rocks didn't stick up, nor did rapids run here. It flowed lazily, and smoothly. It was glassy, in fact, one could see all the way down to the bottom.
The hellhound peered into the depths of the water, gazing down at the smooth pebbles. They were an assortment of colors- violets, blues, though a few were earthy toned. The small stones were so smooth from all the years of being at the bottom of the river.
However, he soon was staring at the reflection of a monster. His eyes melted into a fiery red, his snout wrinkling in disgust. Once upon a time, he'd been a gray wolf, handsome, smart, and ranked a warrior. He had been wise in those days, yet not wise enough. He'd allowed his selfish and greedy brother to outfox him, which led to his transformation. Yes, Sabre was now referring to his time in the labs as the 'Transformation'.
The long days and the fearful nights haunted Sabre in his sleep. He could recall the cold, dark, eerie cell he'd been placed in. He could recall the needles piercing his skin, the pain... The voices of the doctors. His crimson eyes flashed angrily, ablazed in bloodlust. He remembered their cruelty. Who could ever forget them? They probably were regrouping and finding more animals to test. More innocents would be turned into hellish beings.
Sabre felt his fur rise, his eyes hardening. His paws tredding lightly, as he neared the shore of the river. Bending his mighty neck down, the ebony hellion lapped up some water, still mildly shocked to see that the humans hadn't turned his tongue green or snakelike. Sabre wasn't sure if there were more mutation on him. He was wary of finding things. Last week, he had seemed to have just noticed the retractable claws. It wouldn't be astonishing to find some other freakish thing on him.
He looked around, his ears perked. The chain around his neck clanked as he looked around the jungle. So this is it? Mused the ebony creature. P4. The lands under the fearsome Jiggsaw. He nodded slightly, recalling Scarr's words.
"You would make a perfect member. I don't think you'll need to much testing."
The large mutated wolf had things in store for Sabre. He knew it. Only the strong were in P4. Only the strong could fight against the humans. All that Sabre had to focus on now was 'wowing' the higher-ups, and completing the tests.
Padding paws were the only thing that could be heard. Like a blur, the shadowy male darted through the jungle, his paws, for once, not tripping over themselves. His eyes were a dark brown, like they were back when he was a part of his old wolf pack. Brown, for neutral. His claws were retracted into his light grey paws. His twin fangs glittered maliciously in the beams of light. His two tails swirled mysteriously, the wind blowing against him. A twig of hair fell into his dark chocolate eyes.
He halted his run, dark eyes peering through the bushes. He snorted softly, then strolled casually into the small clearing. The sun shone brightly in the small clearing, where the river ran. Jagged rocks didn't stick up, nor did rapids run here. It flowed lazily, and smoothly. It was glassy, in fact, one could see all the way down to the bottom.
The hellhound peered into the depths of the water, gazing down at the smooth pebbles. They were an assortment of colors- violets, blues, though a few were earthy toned. The small stones were so smooth from all the years of being at the bottom of the river.
However, he soon was staring at the reflection of a monster. His eyes melted into a fiery red, his snout wrinkling in disgust. Once upon a time, he'd been a gray wolf, handsome, smart, and ranked a warrior. He had been wise in those days, yet not wise enough. He'd allowed his selfish and greedy brother to outfox him, which led to his transformation. Yes, Sabre was now referring to his time in the labs as the 'Transformation'.
The long days and the fearful nights haunted Sabre in his sleep. He could recall the cold, dark, eerie cell he'd been placed in. He could recall the needles piercing his skin, the pain... The voices of the doctors. His crimson eyes flashed angrily, ablazed in bloodlust. He remembered their cruelty. Who could ever forget them? They probably were regrouping and finding more animals to test. More innocents would be turned into hellish beings.
Sabre felt his fur rise, his eyes hardening. His paws tredding lightly, as he neared the shore of the river. Bending his mighty neck down, the ebony hellion lapped up some water, still mildly shocked to see that the humans hadn't turned his tongue green or snakelike. Sabre wasn't sure if there were more mutation on him. He was wary of finding things. Last week, he had seemed to have just noticed the retractable claws. It wouldn't be astonishing to find some other freakish thing on him.
He looked around, his ears perked. The chain around his neck clanked as he looked around the jungle. So this is it? Mused the ebony creature. P4. The lands under the fearsome Jiggsaw. He nodded slightly, recalling Scarr's words.
"You would make a perfect member. I don't think you'll need to much testing."
The large mutated wolf had things in store for Sabre. He knew it. Only the strong were in P4. Only the strong could fight against the humans. All that Sabre had to focus on now was 'wowing' the higher-ups, and completing the tests.
