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Hey! This is yet another example of my major roleplaying SKILLAGE! (or lack of for that matter.) Enjoy!
Story thus far: A regular human teenager was used in experimentation by the government, in a sick mission to create the ultimate fighter. (Yes, it is a rather typical plot, but bare with me.) She manages to escape, but once realizing what she has become, she forsakes the human world, and becomes one of the attractions in the underground world. She becomes a fighter, and with the use of her animalistic abilities, she surpass the more human opponents she fights. She fights for money, for adrenaline, and a way to die.
She sat, slumped against the lockers lining the underground room. Every time she came here to fight, but that didn't mean she enjoyed it. Sure, she enjoyed the rush of adrenaline, but other than that her fighting was only because she had a death wish and this was the best way to deal with it. Tonight, was the first time she had gotten hurt in any of her battles and frankly she was shocked. However, although she was shocked, she was oddly pleased. At least her efforts hadn't been in vain she thought wryly. She closed her eyes, feeling the animal genes that had been injected into her trying to resurface. She clenched her eyes shut as she repressed the animal. Although she was aware that it was only trying to help, she didn't want to survive. Being Isolated, hunted, and a lab rat certainly didn't give her much motivation to survive anyways. Finally, as she closed her eyes, giving into the unconsciousness that she had only known when she was human, she let her animal side dominate. As her heavy lidded eyes drifted shut, she vaguely felt the all too familiar change. Her bones and muscles became more stable and sturdy, allowing a surge of power fill her as her body changed to fit her leopard form. she could feel every little change within her body as she shifted fully. Once the change finished, everything was different about her. The only thing that stayed the same was the deep brown eyes. Where there was pale bruised flesh, there was now deep golden fur with dark brown and light brown rosettes creating intricate patterns on the fur. And, where there was a small beaten up human girl, there was a sleeping leopard, in all its golden glory, curled up against the old rusted lockers.
 Donations are appreciated! *hint hint*  Little Miss Lollita · Mon Mar 02, 2009 @ 05:45am · 0 Comments |
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