IHT: Hawks vs. Wolves

[demented]

“Sir! The Hawks! They escaped!”

“WHAT!? How!? It’s impossible!”

“They flew sir.”

“I ordered their wings clipped a month ago! This is not possible!”

“Sir?”

“Send the Wolves to retrieve them... Use any force necessary.”

“Yes sir.”

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Human testing has been rumored for many years. We’ve all heard them, stories of super-human beings created in labs, of failed experiments being washed up on the shore, stories about the ones who escaped. In the middle of the desert in New Mexico there is a lab. Large, rumored to be where they stored the aliens and ship from “Area 51.” This, however, was all just a cover, a ploy, a false cognate, something to hide what really went on.

In the year of 2005 it started. The first few were failed. The body simply would not allow for the intertwining of animal DNA. The experiments would die within weeks. Choking on their own bile as their entire stomach was vomited. That was just one of the ways they would pass. It took two years for the first successful experiment. Experiment 524-D, the mixing of Hawk genes with an infant.

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Name: Dot
Age: 17
Number: 524-D
Genetic Type: Hawk
Appearance: Dot, Her wings are of a normal size, brilliantly white without any blemish. Her raven hare reaches past her hip, wearing a simple white robe that IHT provided for all it's experiments, a low back to provide room for her wings.
History: The first successful experiment of IHT. Dot has lived in the large dog kennel that keep her in for 17 years. Her life has been composed of daily testing, injections, and fear. The only thing that keeps her going are her other hawk brethren, who have become a make-shift family.
Other: Dot is called “Dot” only by the other hawks and the wolves sometimes as well. She named herself, as did every hawk and wolf, thus all the names are very primitive. She called herself dot after the single freckle under her left eye.

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“Go! Go! You can make it! Fly! I’ll find you later I promise!” Shouted Jeb, the sympathetic doctor who made sure the wings on the experiments were not clipped. The man who put together this entire escape plan. The man who had a house set out for them high in the Sierra Nevada mountains. The man who was to take good care of them.

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Dot stretched out her wings, running across the fenced in field, and leaping into the air at the last minute, batting her wings hard to get over the large barbed wire fence. Jeb had disappeared back into the compound, not ready to get caught for his actions to help the Hawks. With her long hair streaming behind her, muscles straining with her wings to get her higher and higher into the air, Dot’s heart leapt, knowing this was her chance to finally be free. Finally! She could be out of that kennel, that small cage that was uncomfortable, cramped. She could stretch her wings and fly! She was flying! She looked behind her to see the others, and there they were, flying. She shouted encouragement, and into the air they flew, higher and higher until the dreaded compound was just a spec on the ground, and they were soaring in the air to freedom. Freedom!

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“Have the Hawks been found yet?”

“No sir, it’s just a matter of time...”

“How are the Wolves holding up?”

“Beautifully sir, just as we expected.”

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The Wolves were the second form of genetic experiments that were a success. They are all ridiculously good looking, like models when in their human form, but in an instant they can change into blood thirsty monsters. The scariest part is they are loyal to IHT, which means they are trouble for the Hawks. They have a morphing power, their jaws and teeth massive, their gorgeous faces becoming animalistic and ruthless. They are three times the speed of a normal human, but are less than average in the brains area. While they can function perfectly, they are not the brightest. To make up for that, they have perfect minds for battle. Traps, hunting, mauling, all things that seem to be second nature to them. IHT has an army of Wolves, and they are making more. Why? The life span of a wolf is half that of a regular human. Their genes accelerate their growth and they die once their good looks start to run out, around the age of 30, though it takes them less than 15 years to get there.

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Name: [Remember primitive, no last name, you were a small child locked in a cage when you named yourself]
Age: [Depending on your genetics, Hawks ages are not tampered with, Wolves can be 6 years old but appear to be 16]
Number:
Genetic Type: [Hawks and Wolves are the main genetic types. There have been a few successful experiments on others. Please nothing like a dragon or anything, only animals present in the here and now. No super-human powers. Enhancing speed or whatnot is fine. Depending on which side you are loyal to, you can have Jeb bring you to the house later if you are against IHT, or you can be hunting with the wolves. If you have any questions just ask me]
Appearance:
History:
Other:
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Note: No weapons of any kind as of now. You will not have many possessions either.

Hawks: Your wings don’t have to be specific to a hawk. They are also retractable, your back having indentations where they fold into, making you seem human, save maybe a feather sticking out of your shirt or something. You cannot be older than 17, but I would like you to be at least 6 years of age.

Wolves: You are kinda slow, the only thing your really great at is battle and walking down the runway. You should appear to be in you teens, but your age is much lower than that. Right now you are hunting, I will also play the Wolf pack leader to help you along in your findings of the Hawks. You are above all else loyal to IHT, but what you really love is a good hunt. This is all a game to you, you would like nothing more than to catch your feathery friends. You may beat them up, but you are ordered not to kill them... The Hawks, however, think you simply want to eat them. Must be an instincts thing.

Other Experiments: Pleeeeeease not too many of these. I would greatly appreciate that. One or two maybe, but I’d really rather most people be a Hawk or Wolf. You cannot be super strong, and you must be an animal that is real and not extinct or fantasy. You must chose a side. IHT or with the Hawks. If you are with the Hawks you could either have Jeb bring you to the house, get there yourself, or be waiting there. The Hawks will arrive shortly. If you are with IHT then you can be either hunting with the Wolves or back at the lab.

This is something I just kinda thought would be fun, it’s based on “Maximum Ride” by James Patterson. So yeah, this is what happens when I get bored.

[Archangel]

Name: Fletch
Age: 17
Number: 173-C
Genetic Type: Hawk

Appearance: Fletch appears generally like this: www.animewallpapers.com/wallpapers/escaflowne/full_3_800.asp However, you should remove the sword and the clothes, and give him a set of these wings: elfwood.lysator.liu.se/art/s/e/sej/hawk_lady.gif.html (ignore the woman in armor in that picture). He wears a light tunic, appearing a tawny red (like the wings) and wrapped fairly tightly around his body, belted at the waist with a length of plain white rope. He doesn't wear much of anything else, unless he happens to stumble across it in his new travels outside of his cage.

History: Intensely curious, Fletch has lived a life of restrained and dormant emotions since he was born, raised in that tiny kennel cage and without the ability to explore, to search out new things, to learn. Considering his captive status, Fletch is relatively smart, using information gleaned from captors and language taught to him. But overall, he is a most curious Hawk, intrigued by everything in the world around him, from the tallest mountain to the tiniest dust mote. If he could, he would spend his entire life studying the outdoors, exploring the world and wondering at it. But of course, he's always been locked up in his kennel. Until now...

Other: Unbeknownst to Fletch, the doctors had discovered something very vital about the poor creature. His brain is riddled with malignant cancerous tumors. How he is still alive is a complete mystery. The doctors had taken to CAT scanning and MRI testing every day, and running innumerable blood and plasma tests, among many others, to try and figure out exactly how he's still alive. Fletch doesn't notice the tumors, though. They merely cause him to have a dysfunctional sense of smell, a deadened sense of touch, and severe migraines periodically. He's still as smart and curious as ever, but by all accounts, he's living completely on borrowed time.

IC Later, if anyone else wants to join

[Kaisar]

Meet the shy and skittish chameleon girl Shift!

Name: Shift
Age: 10
Number: 693-C
Genetic Type: Chameleon
Appearance: A later experiment using the reptilian gene of a Chameleon. Shift looks her age (a child) her skin is molted and hairless (she has NO hair what so ever anywhere no even her head) with dark think vein like markings that change color to blend in with her surroundings. Her eyes can also move independently so she can look if she chooses in two directions. She’s small in stature being no taller then 4’10”. Her hand are strange too having only three ‘fingers’ her thumb, Index and the third is the last three fingers of a human hand fused together, on the end of these fingers are sharp hard talon. The underside of her hand is ribbed and covered in thousands of sticky hairs that allow her to crawl up walls her grip is also exceedingly strong. The toes of her feet are the same with the three toes and sharp claws. She has a tail as well that is always curled when she’s not using it to hold onto things. Her eyes are black in color with no other shade for the iris or pupil. The only clothes she wears is a white breast band and a loincloth.
History: Shift has always been shy of everyone, and she is terrified of the wolves who torment her to no end. They consider her a ‘failed’ experiment because of the way she was personality wise. They had wanted a creature for infiltration and spying what they got was n experiment that disappeared on them the moment she caught sight of anyone. They didn’t particularly care when Shift disappeared, the chameleon girl was so skittish they knew she would never show her face around populated areas and would no doubt stay hidden until she died though they did try and find her with the wolves to no avail.
Other: Shift is overly shy and extremely skittish. Scared of her own shadow comes to mind when looking at the girl. She also tends to stutter when talking if afraid. Shift can change her skin colour to melt inot her surroundings and even aquire human pigment coloring when she wants though she prefers her natural molted skin.

[wolfe]

Name: Fang

Age: Nine human-years, 18 Wolf-years.

Number:1313-X

Genetic Type: Wolf

Appearance:Obvously a heart-throb in his human form, Fang has eyes that change from bright blue to deep purple depending on his mood. Most often they're deep purple, as they are when he's on a hunt or angry. His hair, both human and wolf, are brillian silver color, and his human hair flows down to his mid-eye level, long and always seeming controlled.
His Wolf form looks much like a wolf. His color is blinding silver, perfectly reflecting the moon, and his eyes are always red. He has half-foot canines, serving to be a menicing bite. Beware his bite and his claws, both are mortally deadly.

History: What can I say? Always been in the lab, trained and raised to hunt and kill and trap, just like a Wolf. He rose quickly to be the Commander of the Wolves, mostly because he was the oldest one of them; as his superiors died he took their place. And with six years left as the highest position he can rank, Fang has a bright military future ahead of him.

Other: "Why do we need the Hawks? Me Wolves are plenty ready to do war with anyone; what is the Hawk's purpose in this opperation?
"The others? Some of them are alright, I suppose. Not that 'Shift' girl though; we hate her. She is a biggest freak in this place. So ugly, too. You know she could look normal if she wanted to? She just a freak is all."

[x]

Name: Anya
Age: 17 (21)
Number: 083-Y
Genetic Type: Halfbreed works
Appearance: Anya is a ravishing 5'5" redhead woman with long, smooth legs, chin length hair, and cat ears and a tail.
History: The first successful (and that means living beyond a month) experiment of IHT by way of making a more stealthy superspy. She was usually kept in a laboratory room made especially for her in order to keep a tab on her vitals and abilities. Anya has heightened reflexes and speed and more strength than a Hawk, but her agility would help her most against a wolf. While she is very intelligent, Anya has a tendency to follow her instincts, and that sometimes leads to trouble.
Other: Anya took her name from a researcher that was nice to her. This woman fed, pet, and played with Anya when she was younger. Anya Dmitri was fired for this, and has not been heard from since... Well, not from most people.

Anya bolted through the door and slammed it behind her. She closed her eyes for a moment, breathing hard from her dead run from the IHT base to the designated house she had heard about. She couldn't figure out why she had chosen to run. She knew Jeb was a close friend to Professor Dmitri, but all of this could get her very easily killed. She slid down the door and sat with her back against it. The painted wood stuck to her sweat covered skin - she had made the run without a stitch of clothing. A shiver ran through her and she looked up.

Nothing.

Well, she thought, I may as well get a shower in... I could sure use it. I wonder if there's anything I could cover myself up with in here, too... She stood and looked out the front window, making sure that she wasn't followed.

Nothing.

Anya prowled around corners, casing the place for activity, but there was no one there. She found a set of clothes, a red camisole and a pair of denim shorts, on a bed upstairs, with a shower nearby. This is too much to be coincidence, she thought as she turned on the water. She stretched as the water warmed and then got beneath it. The steamy liquid felt good as her tired muscles began to relax. She figured that she was safe enough for now, and that she could just as well fight wet as not. She also thought about taking a nap, as her enhanced hearing would let her know if anyone else came into the building.

[Vahalior]

Name: Grin

Age: 9 (appears 20)

Number: 1212-A

Genetic Type: Alligator

Appearance: A curious experiment, Grin was supposed to combine the inherent resistance and strength provided by an alligator, while possessing the lack of intelligance and single mindedness common to his donor specie. Tall and gaunt, his skin is extremely pale and leathery with a slight green tint on his hands and feet. He usually wears slack clothes designed to cover the majority of skin so he looks, at least partially, like everyone else. His eyes are yellowish with thin slits for pupils easily betraying his reptillian origins.

History: Grin is not the sharpest knife in the draw by any stretch of the imagination, his main concern is limited largely to where (or who) his next meal is. Becoming extremely lathargic in cold weather, while very tempremental and aggressive when warm, Grin has been resigned to a simple curiousity as opposed to a useful creation. His teeth are extremely strong and possess very deep roots. The teeth themselves are extremely sharp and spaced apart to allow maximum biting and damage potential. While his attitude and personality is clearly most linked to the wolves, as only a few of the Hawks have ever treated him as an equal, he would protect them to the best of his abilities.

Other: Grin is a competant swimmer with an extremely powerful jaw. His thick skin allows him to take a heavy beating with little bruising and is extremely useful for helping him to maintain his body tempreature.

[Sanity]

((OOC: Only one wolf? Shame. Thank you Ginger Snaps for creating my character for me. I’m basing my character off of a werewolf like..Thats what I imagine these wolf experiments to be-do correct me if I’m wrong.))

Name: Snap
Age: 7, Looks to be 16-17
Number: 137-G
Genetic Type: Wolf
Appearance:
Snap is a very...interesting wolf. When she is not in her full lupine form she would be considered most males wet dream. She has long reddish-orange hair reaching to about mid back, with two thin streaks of silvery blue in the front. And a slim trim figure that would make most girls very jealous. (Okay I hate the pictures I found but they will have to do)) www.horrormagazine.it/imgbank/NEWS/gingersnaps.jpg
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She has very obvious canine like teeth that separate her from normal humans, and an air about her that would either make you want to turn and walk away quickly- or sneak in closer for a better look. Underneath her simple robe provided by the IHT staff, is a very not so normal human form. Expanding from her spine, just above her rear is a tail like appendage., that just looks like the spine expanded, only about a foot long. And on her chest is what can only be described as the breasts of a lupine or canine female. She has of course the top pair of breasts that every female does, but then below those are a smaller pair..and then yet another even smaller pair- making for 6 breasts in all. Her hands are large and her finger nails are more like claws while her feet are elongated and claw like.
When she transforms into her full lupine form though she is definitely not the seductive beauty she once was.
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History: Snap has always gotten along well with the staff and residents at IHT. Her lupine injections giving her an edge above most. (Again following Werewolf style stuff here) Being a wolfen being her sexual nature was amped and she not only craved more attention but received it as she seemed tog vie off a natural pheromone based ‘aroma’. The male staff naturally took to liking her, and gave her extra attention to her calling, and thus never felt any need to be freed as she got all she could ever want- as she could see fit being raised in a caged community. Since all she saw everyday were metal cages and cement walls, how could she dream of the luxuries of the outside world? And how could she even dream up how receiving an extra slab of blood red meat was nothing more but a tasty treat and gift? She was like IHT’s lap dog- well to IHT staff, but to her she ruled them secretly, showing that little extra amount of skin to get what she wanted now and then, she walked the fine line between disobedience and perfect pet.
Other: She has been given a top position not because of her looks and ‘talents’ alone but also because of her skill. She is not all beauty, for when on the hunt she is but a blood thirsty monster looking to shred anything with a pulse, sometimes getting a little too rough with fellow wolfen, just for mere entertainment and excitement. While she seems to have her own pack of male lupine following her, she is also a bit of an outcast from the other lupines for her promiscuous and beastly behavior.



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Her snout was pressed firmly to the ground, as she looked up teeth bared as she growled turning up her head and letting out a rough , loud bark to the other lupine about her before taking off through the desert surrounding the complex, in the direction she caught the scent from.

[wolfe]

After hearing the howl, Fang bent down and started a full-out run to the direction it had come from. Fang was the oldest wolf, and thus the fastest, strongest, and smartest. That's why the older ones naturally ranked higher than the younger. It was as it is with humans, the older you get the mre your muscles develop and the more your mind sharpens. Only for wolves it was tripple the growth ammount, thus making age the most prominant thing about a Wolf. He would soon make it to the location of the howl.

Once Fang reached the general place he remembered the signal was sent from, and found it empty, he serched for a scent, not of the thing he was hunting, but for the wolf that was here. Of course, Fang quickly found the scent and was off after it, knowing the the wolf he was following would be following it's prey.

It took Fang roughly ten minutes to see the other wolf, and another two to catch it. The wolf turned out to be Snap, someone Fang knew, but not very well. Fang knew her from a boss-to-subordinate perspective: her name, her traits, her personality. But he didn't intimately know her or anyhting.

They never stopped running, but Fang gave a greeting and asked where the trail was leading. He had slowed to her pace by this time, which turned out to be a good rest for the Commander. He would need all his energy for the take-down of the Hawks anyway.

[shadows]

Name: Omega
Age: 16 (27)
Number: 451-O
Genetic Type: Wolf
Appearance:
Human Omega
Wolf Omega
History: The first successful Wolf experiment of IHT. But not so great for Omega. He was thrown in lock down after going bananas, and killing 12 scientists in a would-be routine test. Seems like, while the Wolf in him did not kill him, it fucked with his head. So he goes bananas at random, tearing to shreds ally and enemy alike with no regard for injury. This "change" see's the color of his eyes. If they are brown, you thank God... and if they are red? You pray to God, and shit your pants.
Other: Omega, in both Human, and Wolf form, is characterized by his eyes, and his grin - the eyes of a wild dog, and the grin of a sick bastard.

"No...!" The girl screamed to the technicians who were moments away from opening the door to Omega's cell. They watched as the Wolf banged the girl against the window the technicians used to monitor him, hand wrapped around her neck.

"My Lady, please, he is going to kill you!!!"

Omega looked at the young man through the window, and back to the girl. "I suggest you listen to him, you stupid bitch." He sneered, throwing her against the wall where the chains used to bind him, now lay in pieces. He stretched, cracked his neck, and appeared before the girl, staring down at her as his naked body loomed.

The girl looked up, staring into his brown eyes. And she pleaded. "Please... I am here to help you..."

"Help me?" He parroted, crouching to the girl's level. "Oh? Where were you those years ago? Why now have you decided to help a lost cause? Or maybe by help, you mean... kill?" Leaning forward with arms either side of the girl's head, his hair fell to shroud their faces. And the girl kissed him. She kissed him hard, and made good use of her tongue against his.

"I was getting sick of the damsel in distress role."

"I quite liked it, dear."

"You would."

"So what do you have for me?"

"The Hawks are free. I want you to kill them before Daddy's wolves can find them."

"...And what's in it for me?"

"I will rock your world... in more ways than one..."

"Consider it done... assuming you have a plan to get me out of here."

"Leave that to me."

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"OPEN THE FUCKING DOOR, OR THE GIRL DIES!" Omega roared to the technicians from his side of the window, hands ready to break the girl's neck. The technicians looked to eachother, before they scrambled to the terminal, typing in the series of numbers to open the door.

Fuck, I should of thought of this a long time ago

"DO NOT FUCKING FOLLOW ME, OR FUCKING REPORT THIS FUCKING SHIT, OR I WILL KILL THIS FUCKING BITCH. UNDERSTAND?"

They nodded desperately, and watched as he walked out of the room, girl in his hold. He thought about killing them as he turned the corner into the corridor. But he promised he would not cause trouble.

He held the girl close, not letting her go until they made it to the exit. "You know, I could of just ripped out their still beating hearts." The girl shook her head. "But then they would have a reason to 'put you to sleep', and I am not done with you, yet." He spat, and turned into an unused corridor right before the exit. The girl raised a brow as he let her stand. "What are you...?" He pointed down, and she clicked her tongue. "Might not see you again to uphold your deal..." He smirked.

She knelt before him, and looked up with a mischievous glint in her eye. "Fine. I wanted a taste before you left, anywho!"

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A shadow darted from a building in the desert, Security saying fuck it after missing the black wolf with their shotguns. Omega sniffed the hot air, muzzle twisting into his trademark grin as he picked up a familiar scent - the scent of a wolf.

Time to say hello to my brothers

[Archangel]

Fletch stretched his wings to their utmost, and flew with all his might. Dot was up ahead, he could see her, her brilliant white wings flapping steadily and her lithe body held stiff and straight as she flew. And he focused on his wings, on his body, feeling the way the air sank around him, feeling the pull of gravity and the mighty thrusts of his wings. He had never flown before, had always had his wings clipped, had never gotten a chance to spread his wings and really fly. From what he had learned from the other Hawks, or at least those he could talk to through the walls of his kennel, some of the older Hawks had gone on flights, to demonstrate to the scientists that they could do it. They had been under severe watch, and one had even escaped, but it had been quickly discovered and shot down out of the sky. After that, the scientists had begun to clip their wings, making them unable to fly. That had been until Jeb came along.

Jeb was like a father figure to the Hawks. He protected them, when the rest of the compound shunned them. They were failed experiments in everyone else's eyes, too unwieldy because they could fly away at a moment's notice, too stupid to learn complex tasks (that was the general consensus, even though it's not true), and too innocent and weak to be used as killing machines. They were nothing like the Wolves, who were perfect, obediant killing machines, successful in every way. But Jeb, he didn't see the Hawks like that. He looked at the Hawks and he saw endless potential, the ability to be really great, and the power of constantly broadening horizons. He unlocked the intelligence of the Hawks, he cultivated their innocence and their sense of rebellion, and he worked with them every single day to increase their abilities. And then, one day last month, he had stopped clipping their wings. The guide feathers grew longer as the days went by, and Jeb taught them the rudimentaries of flying, at least all he could know by being a human. And then...that fateful day had come.

Now, here Fletch was, along with the other Hawks. Streaming into the wide blue horizon, flying like there would be no tomorrow, moving like the Hawks they were named after. Fletch's wings moved with certain surety, his natural raptor instincts kicking in and telling him how to move his wings, how to lift himself, how to dive and roll and turn. He, being ultimately curious about everything, began to experiment with his newfound powers of flight. He tucked his wings and did a barrel roll, whooping with delight as his body moved around in dizzying whirls of speed and finesse. He slowed himself down, then sped himself up, moving faster and faster until suddenly he dove straight down. Pulling up, he did a complete loop, circling up and around with amazing skill for one so new at flying. He continued on, switching directions, pulling loops, spinning and flipping and twisting.

Soon, he found himself far behind the rest of the Hawks. He suddenly remembered the intense danger they were all in, and stopped dead in the air, turned backwards. He stared down at the compound, and his Hawk eyes missed nothing. He could see the bustling of the figures down at the complex, the way the guards moved in their tiny steps, now almost a mile away. They definitely knew the Hawks were gone. It was only a matter of time now before they began to hunt them down. Fletch, hovering in the air, turned around and saw the dots of the other Hawks already far in the distance. Ramping up his speed, he chased after them like a bolt from a crossbow, flying as fast as he could make his body go, moving like the wind. They had to all reach the safehouse, and soon. Or else, they were all dead meat. He could see Dot now, the leader of the group, and made for her as fast as he could. From what Jeb said, the Sierra Nevadas were only a few miles' flight away. They should be there soon....

[demented]

There it was! The mountains! With her sharp vision Dot could pick out the outline of the house, though it was near invisible to the human eye. Her heart leapt, Jeb would be waiting for them. She beat her wings faster and called back to Fletch who was right behind her. "See it? We're almost there! We made it!"

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"Twitch, I am putting you in charge.. I know your instincts concerning the Hawks is stronger than the others.. It's only fair.. all things considered."

"Yes sir, I'm on it."

"I've told the others over the radio, though I do not think they are too happy about it.. Especially Fang, but we expected as much."

"Yes sir, we did."

"You are our newest experiment.. You are much improved, though we havn't let that on to the other Wolves. You might just have to prove to them who's more fit to be boss.. Use whatever means necessary."

"Yes sir.."

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Name: Twitch
Age: Unknown
Number: 525-D
Genetic Type: Wolf
Appearance: Twitch
History: Not much is known about Twitch. She is the first of the new generation Wolves, which were made to be more obediant and slightly improved than the first generation. Most of the Wolves have only seen her once or twice when they were going in for testing.
Other: She got the name Twitch because of that, a twitch. Her right hand has the tendancy to move on it's own in slight jerky movements. This isn't something that goes on all the time. A few times a day maybe, but mostly it only happens when she's excited, and only in her human form. In her wolf form it is her right ear that twitches.


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Twitch had fur of pure black, her paws were large, her body slim and fit, suprisingly large considering her human form was on the smaller side. She was in a sprint, a scent caught, but not that of the Hawks. It was her fellow wolves. Her ruby eyes caught sight of Fang and Snap just ahead, and she sped up and situated herself next to Fang. She looked to him and nodded her head slightly, her ear twitching. He didn't look to happy at the young one taking over.

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Landing was the hardest part. It was going to take some getting used to. Dot flew around the house a few times before she figured out how to slow herself down enough to fold her wings in and descend. She didn't catch herself in time, however, and she was sent rolling to the ground. The wind had been knocked out of her, but other than that, she seemed fine. Getting up and brushing herself off, pretending like she meant to do that, Dot took in her surroundings. The house! It was so beautiful! It was the same muddy brown as the mountains, perfectly disguised, perfectly perfect. Dot was so excited she could hardly breathe. Looking behind her to Fletch, who had just landed, she nodded to him, waving him over.

"Jeb had this put in special.. look."

Next to the door, which had no handles or indentations, there was a pad. It was black of color and curious. Dot thought she had seen something similar back in the lab, but she wasn't sure. When Jeb told her about it, she was so excited to use it.

"It's like magic, and your hand controlls the trick." Jeb told her.

"It's magic, Fletch, see?" Dot put her hand on the pad, and a green light flashed, scanning from top to bottum. It went all the way to the other side of the pad, and then back up, and dissappeared. Dot's eyes were wide with wonder and anticipation. One beep, and the door slid open, dissappearing into the wall. All that took only a few seconds. Dot turned to fletch, a wide grin on her face. She took his hand in hers and led him inside the house.

It was every kids dream, the house. Brightly colored, kid friendly, everything was right at their level. Dot couldn't contain her excitement as she ran about the house, dragging Fletch behind her. The kitchen was stocked with foods she had never seen or heard of, the living room had couches and a TV, but the best part was the bedrooms.

They were unmarked, but everyone seemed to know which room belonged to whom. Dot went in a few before she found hers. The walls were a soft blue, the bed large and comfortable looking. White seemed to be the main color, the bedspread, the large circular chair on the other side of the room, the sheer netting that encircled the bed... The soft blue was the accent color, and Dot knew right away that when this room was made, it was made for her. It was so beautiful, the thought of sleeping in an actual bed that Dot broke down and cried. Hot tears streamed down her face as she looked into the room. Collapsing to her knees, she sat in the doorway, not daring to enter the perfect room just yet. She cradled her head in her hands, so incredibly happy. She was free... Finally free.

[shadows]

Not yet, brothers

Omega thought as he saw the wolves just ahead. No doubt, they had caught his scent. But there was no use in running ahead...yet.

Let them do the work

[Vahalior]

"But Jeb...hungry" Grin grummbled as Jeb physically dragged him from the heated pool he seemed to spend most of his day just floating in. The pool itself was a mess. Grin had claimed ownership of it, and had decided to plug the drain pipe at least partially, causing the warm water to flood over the beige tiled floor. Discarded food packets and bits of fat and gristle floated around the pool, while the air conditioning units above had been, apparently, permenantly set to the 'boil' position and ensured the entire area was unbearably warm. When Jeb slipped, Grin simply snorted and paddled back into the water. "Need food" He mummbled, before diving underwater and performing a death roll, his jaws and hands wrapped around some invisible foe. After a good minute of frantic splashing around, Grin calmed down again and ceased all movement.

"Grin...you lazy good for nothing reject, the Hawks are out, and I know for sure you don't want to be here. So do us all a favour and get that scaley ass of yours into gear and clambered the hell out of this pool before you get dragged into hunting them down to." Jeb stood up, his lab coat soaked and blood dribbling down his fore head from a gash caused by his fall. "Just stick with me, I swear you'll never go hungry again." In a split second Grin was on his feet and staring Jeb in the eye. The cold reptillian eyes staring into him, as though trying to weigh his words. He cocked his head left, then right, mouth open slightly, before giving Jeb a predatory grin.

"Ok, I go. Help Hawks. Then you bring me food?" Before Jeb could answer, Grin dove back into the pool and pulled the large drain grate away effortlessly. The cast iron cover was slung out of the pool, before Grin was sucked down into the drains below. Jeb simply stood astounded. That dumb 'gator could have escaped at any time he wanted. He sighed to himself before leaving the pool room.

[wolfe]

Fang snered, showing his namesakes, and taking his eyes to their feircest degree. He did not like this young girl at all. He would rather tear Twitch apwart and throw her to the maggots than take one command from her. It was a discrace, is all she was. A young wolf, and a girl at that, given command of his army. It would not be allowed; not while Fang was around.

With an angry, spiteful voice Fang sneered, "Why don't you run along and kill a pidgen or a robin or some other pitiful bird, and leave the real hunting for the real hunters? Surely you don't think that someone so inexperinced as yourself could take down a Hawk? I mean, they do fly, you know. They could just claw your eyes out or something. I think you'd best go back home, little girl." His whole affliction and mannorism was that of dislike. How dare they create somehting that they thought was better than him?! There was nothing better than him! The humans must have been out of their minds.

Fang turned his head away from Twitch, looking straight ahead as he ran, beginning to pick up speed, leaving Snap behind, slowly. He could track his own damned bird if he wanted to, and right now, he did.

[Kaisar]

Shift as she always did paniced when strangers entered the house, Jeb had told her that friends woudl be comingsoon... but... Shift blended in with her surroundings and watched and hawks as they milled about. She stayed out of the way as much as possible. It was ad enough when the cta lady came but now?
She shivered and made a hasty retreat for the enclosed garden. the door opened with a soft creak and she slipped in hoping none had heard the noise and dissapeared up into the trees her colour changing to melt in with her surroundings. She stayed up in the branches enjoying the sun but always on the look out, instinct made he wary but a ten years of torment at the paws ofthe wolves had left her terrified of everyone new. Seh avoided people only to spare herself more torment and pain.