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Post by Seaheart on Aug 4, 2007 18:40:22 GMT -5
Zegram stood just outside the entrance. Waiting....watching. He just had to wait for some kid and he'd take him down. A simple looking one. Not too much of a fight. Not that he couldn't take one but his style was quick and punishing as possible. Then bring them for his master....the government.... His two gray ears stood rigid, listening for any sound. Anyone conspiring against him. To attack. Or someone who knew of the government's plans. He was to foil and kill them if he knew what they were plotting.
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Post by Khyron on Aug 4, 2007 18:48:52 GMT -5
Khyron stepped foot in the hallway alone. The sound of his footfalls echoing across and throughout the vast network of empty halls. He looked from side to side, not knowing where he was going or what exactly was there to go to. He frowned lightly and continued down the hallway oblivious to the fact that Zegram was even there. But Khyron was not exactly expecting to run into anyone that dreadfully dangerous at this school. Sure they had powers but he was fully trained and combat ready. The government had been sure to see to that. He was one of their best and brightest when it came to fighting but then again aside from tactics that was the only thing that he knew...
Something about the lack of others in what he thought should be a rather critical intersection of the school somewhat suprised him. BUt then again he guessed that they either were in class or they had better things to do. He knew that for once he was one of the poeple that would be wandering aimlessly. Back in the academy he had hated those types but now he really had no choice... He did not even actually know what he was doing here other than trying to find a place where he would not be thought of as an animal. But then again, even that had its advantages...
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Post by Seaheart on Aug 5, 2007 11:16:55 GMT -5
He picked up some sounds. The footsteps.....a lone walker. Like an animal seperated from its pack. Back in the Arctic, he sometimes found these animals around his camp. He learned they never lasted long....sometimes around him. Okay. Now to capture. He dug an advanced looking camera out of his pocket. He aimed it at himself. In order to go into a wolf form, he needed a moon because of his lunar madness. It was still impossible to go super wolf without a real full moon, but that would only be in case of emergencies anyways.
So, the government made a camera that flashed a picture of the moon in your eyes. To him, it was like being flashed a wake up call. He clicked the button normally, his pupils seemed to grow darker. The camera dropped to the floot unharmed, and he began going wolf. He started becoming hairy with dark, gray fur. He started dropping down to all fours, horns started protruding from near the abdomen area, fangs grew in. Eventually, he was a genetically engineered wolf. He started slinking through the halls, making no noise, nothing but a shadow to those who saw it. He caught up with the boy, and watched. He walked with a different step with others....it was hard to tell, but he was somewhat different from others. No matter. He was still just a target.
He pounced. He was aiming to shove him down to the ground and knock him out. He saw the tender neck and had to remind himself they had to be brought in alive. Claws unsheathed, he aimed for the torso area.
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Post by Khyron on Aug 9, 2007 15:22:27 GMT -5
Khyron heard the whirl of his attacker a few seconds to late. The agressor hit him full on in the small of his back and he let his military instincts take control. In a blur of movement he spun around his right arm and slammed his elbow full force into the top of his attacker and continued turning rapidly to aim a kick at its chest aswell. Just about that time he realized that what he was attacking was neither a test nor even a human. Remebering that he was no longer in the academy he also then realized that whatever this was it was for real. Something in him clicked. *Aim for the throat* he knew suddenly without realizing how. But he had learned long ago never to question these instincts, no matter if they made sence or not.
Khyron was bleeding from his lower back. The attack had slashed streight through his shirt and deep into his skin. Khyron new that he was going to have to go to the infirmiry after this was over. And he knew that he would end it. He had never lost a battle in his life, and he was not planning on starting now. *The throat.....* He knew his new target. It was the one way to bring down this thing. And a thing it was... It looked somewhat like a wolf but it had horns. It was also a bit more ragged and evil looking than any other wolf he had ever seen. He prepaired for its next move...
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