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  1. Raven's eyes widened in shock and her ears folded to her head. Did she tell her? Maybe Storm didn't want her to know. "He's another wolf. A bad wolf." She shifted uncomfortably. "Your mom should maybe tell you about him." "Why would you let her go!" Carnage was angry. "Because she didn't deserve to die." Vokun turned on Carnage. "I'm leading this pack now. Quinn was right." "You? You're a pup!" "Maybe so, but I know what's fair." Shadows snaked out and snatched the crystal from around Carnage's neck. They brought it back to him and placed it gently over Vokun's neck. "Deal with it or leave."
  2. Raven had no idea how big 'normal' wolves were supposed to be, so she assumed out of sight would be better for shifting. She preferred her wolf form to her human one anyways. If she thought she could get away with it, she would've chosen to walk the city in that form instead. It made getting a job and communication tough though. "Alright." The woman walked off to the nearby alley. The change didn't take more than a minute. Once completed, she stuck her head around the corner. Ears perked and tail wagging, the obsidian wolf gave a short bark.
  3. Raven's tail wagged back and forth across the cave floor after Rayne licked her. She listened as Kiji spoke and agreed silently. Pups were important to a pack. This pup in particular was important, being the alpha's daughter. A dark thought crossed her mind. If Carnage ever got a hold of her... it would all be over. He might even kill her just for fun. A shiver ran through her. Raven would never let that happen. If it came to it at this point, she would kill her brother. To her, he was no longer the wolf she had grown up with. She was also sure that he no longer cared if she lived or died. Carnage didn't move as Quinn rebelled against him. He only watched her. "You're too weak to do it. I can see it in your eyes. You're angry, but you don't have a cold blooded killer in you. If you're really serious, give Vokun to your brother. Have him do it." His green orbs glittered dangerously and a smirk was eminent beneath his skull mask. Vokun struggled under Quinn. Why! the pup thought. I helped her! The shadows from earlier were stirring, growing. They inked forward like an ominous wave. "Besides, I don't think it's me you need to worry about." The shadows splintered into sharp, jagged edges. Whispers from them were growing more intense. Vokun Vokun Vokun VOKUN. Several imps materlized from the swirling mass of darkness. They dropped down and swarmed over Vokun and to the she-wolf's paws, making tiny jabs with their small dagger-like hands. The larger mass swirled around Vokun and Quinn. It slammed Quinn from the side, effectively removing her weight from him. Vokun rose, a dark aura surrounding him. "No one is killing anyone." his voice was deepened and amplified by the shadows that surrounded him. Carnage watched in awe as Vokun mastred the darkness. "Yes! Yes! Show her, my son, what happens when you challenge the Outcasts." Vokun turned to face the she-wolf. "Leave. Do not return. Or stay, and face consequences." Carnage was about to state his protest but one narrow-eyed glare and swell of the darkness had silenced him. If Quinn stayed, it wouldn't be up to Vokun what the others ended up doing to her. It was better for her to just leave. She knew what was trying to do, and he agreed. But now Quinn would be a target of the pack. It wasn't safe for her here.
  4. Seeing the pup was no longer in fear, she relaxed some. Despite the other wolves caring for her, the whole time Raven kept close watch. She could tell the others didn't really trust her around the pup but she understood why. Her thoughts drifted to Vokun. What if he had been raised here instead? The way she figured it, Carnage's actions had shaped him to the point where he would never be able to be a normal pup. How sad. When Lily came to her and healed her some of the haze she had been in was lifted. Slowly she opened her eye and blinked a few times, thankful it hadn't been permanently damaged. There was certainly a scar but thanks to the kind healers it was much better than it could've been. Rayne's voice got her attention again and she couldn't help but smile. She was envious of Storm. She had a pup to love and rear and a whole pack as a family. Gently, she wrapped her wings around Kiji and Rayne, trapping their seeping body heat closer to them. Her smile only grew as she watched the two play peek-a-boo. Edit: In the pandemonium Raven's attention was diverted. The next second she had turned around, the pup was gone. Within seconds Raven was out the mouth of the cave and airborne. "Rayne!" She barked, scanning the snow for the small shape. Panic flooded her. It hadn't even been more than an hour and she was already failing the alpha. I can't do anything right. Then she heard the voice, oh so faint over the howl of the wind. The wolf dove into the snow from the sky like a falcon diving to catch a fish. Snow exploded all around. "I got you." She soothed as she gingerly picked the pup up by her scruff. "Hold on now. It'll be just a few seconds." She beat the air with her wings and rose into the air. The winds buffeted her back and forth but she did her best to hold steady. It wasn't long before they were back at the mouth of the cave. The wolf landed and set the pup down and then surrounded her with her body and wings to warm her. Carnage had eaten his fill and now sat back to watch the others. Every so often he would glare at Slade, or perhaps bare his teeth. Oh how deep down he wanted to rip open his neck. To feel his life blood filling his maw. He had to control those urges though, lest he go on a killing spree and kill his entire pack. Vokun sat up and wagged his tail. "Thanks, mister!" He turned to the she wolf, the shadows retreating from her and returning to the tree line. "Do you need help eating?" ((Edit: Lord you guys move fast. One sec I'll edit.))
  5. "Uhh... no not like that. Those are the 'mythical' lore type. My kind can shift at any time, but with the lunar phases our strength waxes and wanes. " Raven fell quiet when he asked why she was on her own. The enthusiasm dissipated and a darker aura surrounded her. "That's not something I prefer to talk about." Memories flooded her mind. She pushed them away. "I just need something passable." The shifter said, the peppiness slowly returning.
  6. Mackenzie sensed the powers surging in the area around her. Enough. If she was going to die, so be it. She was tired of living the way she was. Skidding to a stop, the demon exhaled and dropped back her hood. She turned to face where she thought the source was. Repressed frustration and rage boiled to the surface. The darkness around her quivered, but didn't come to her. Oh how it longed to. It missed her gentle touch and the power she lent to it to do wondrous things. It loathed the gleaming silver cuffs that drove it away from her. "In my defense, it's my" he lowered his voice "none-too-smart boss's idea." Zeke grinned and shrugged. He watched intently as the man then produced one of the most beautifully cut gems he had ever seen. "Wow, it's almost as nice to look at as you." The angel chuckled. "Alright, I'll match you. If I lose my job though just know it was totally worth it." He straightened his tie and adjusted his white dress shirt (looking quite similar to a Mormon missionary ironically enough). "Alright. On your mark, get set-" "EZEKIEL." The angel's head dropped. "Here we go." A short, stout, red-faced man came sauntering out of the storefront behind them. He was dressed in a pinstripe suit that fit too loose, had a golden watch on his wrist, and a cigar in hand that had been chewed to hell. His hair was grey and thin with the typical receding hairline. In short he looked as unpleasant to interact with as he really was. "What the hell is this?" The boss man asked as he gestured to Sherry in a thick Bronx accent. "This chump is gonna scare off all our customers. Just look at 'em! What are ya, one of those new gen prostitutes or sumthin? Get outta here, this is a good neighborhood. We don't need freaks like you comin' an' muckin' it all up." With each word his boss said the more and more he cringed. He is totally blowing my chance with this guy. What is an angel to do? "Mr. Donahue! I am shocked! Is that any way to speak to a paying customer?" "This guy?" The man raised the cigar to his mouth and started to chew. "You're kiddin' me, right?" "Mr. Donahue, when would I ever try and pull a fast one over you?" Zeke suppressed a snicker. "This gentleman has just wagered over five thousand dollars based on who could get more money with their game. Now hear me out: look at what he's playing at. He has playing cards. No one is going to trust a guy with cards to not cheat enough to give him money! We got this in the bag! Think, five big ones just to entertain this guy for a few hours. You and the Mrs. could finally buy that big screen you two have been looking at. Picture it with me the Superbowl on the big screen! You'd be the talk of the neighborhood." The man was obviously well under Zeke's thumb at this point. "Alright, fine then. Just for a few hours. If you lose it's coming outta your paycheck." "Done and done, sir." He flashed him his winning smile. The boss rolled his eyes and went back inside. "Well, in case you didn't gather I'm Ezekiel but Zeke will do just fine."
  7. Raven watched the older wolf. How surprisingly on the mark his rumors were. "It's nice to meet you, Rayne." But within seconds the pup was scuttling off, obviously distressed by the numerous wolves and... her wings? She turned and looked at them as though she was seeing them for the first time. "It's nice too meet you too, Lily." As the friendly wolf cared for her, she started to relax some. The warmth from all the bodies was beginning to chase the chill away. Another wolf spoke to her. Gingerly tucking them back to her back, Raven smiled bashfully. "Thank you." She was still uncomfortable despite the more or less friendly atmosphere. "One second, please." Lowering herself to her belly, Raven edged away from the others and towards Rayne. Her eyes darted to the male wolf hesitantly. The alpha had charged her with caring for the pup. She already seemed to be failing. "I don't bite, I promise." The wolf, ever so slowly, again spread her wings. "They're like a bird's wings." Other than Vokun, she handnt much experience with pups. And Vokun himself was an oddity, much more mature than a pup should be. She knew however that she would always like pups. Had it not been for Canrage, she would have been much more upbeat and playful. Raven likely would've made an excellent aunt, and an even better mother. A half bark, half snarl ripped through Carnage as his rage started boiling over. "This is my pack. I do the disciplining around here. You idiot, you could've killed her. Then where would we be!" His voice was eerily calm. A calm similar to the one before a storm. Like a snake, he struck out aiming for Slade's ear. Let this serve to be as a reminder. Vokun watched the female curiously. "Are you going to die?" No, it was his job to make sure she didn't. Shadows started to surround him. Some smaller shapes peered from behind his ears, also watching. "No, I'm not going to kill her. We need her." "That's a good idea." The pup turned and scampered off and returned with sizeable log. When he dropped it, a large spider scuttled out. Vokun was on it in an instant. It crunched beneath his paws. Picking it up by one of its intact legs, he dropped it before the female wolf. "If you're hungry." Carnage kept him well fed. He was the prized heir after all. Turning to the log the pup used his nails to claw it open. Inside along the walls was thickly layered cobweb. He gathered some on his paw and muttered something. Shadows reached out and peeled the webbing from his paw and hovered towards Quinn.
  8. Raven was in awe that this alpha has left her to watch over the pup. If that's what it'd take, then she would do it. As of now, this pup was under her protection. Kind pack members began caring for her. "Thank you, thank you,..." Tears welled in her eyes. Complete strangers were kinder than her own pack ever had been. There's was no way she could turn on them now. "It's Raven." The obsidian colored wolf lowered her eyes to the pup. "If you wouldn't mind, could one of you try to unstick my feathers?" She half spread her large wings, the primaries had for the most part frozen together and movement painfully tugged her skin. Carnage snarled and clicked his teeth together. He was the alpha, and he decided when it was fit to punish another pack member. Seriously injured wolves made them weaker. Even he knew that. "Vokun," he barked. "Watch after her. Make sure she doesn't bleed out." With that, he and a few other wolves headed the way she had came. Upon reaching the watering hole, Carnage zeroed in on Slade. He shoved past Frost and ignored the deers. His orbs glowed a furious green. "Fool!" The wolf roared as he aimed a blow to the side of Slade's head. "This is my pack. Not yours. I distibute discipline as I see fit."
  9. ((Raven has zero idea how anything works and is socially awkward. They're a good match )) Does she tell him? He seemed nice enough. "Ok... well, if you're going to help me I guess I should be straight with you. I'm a shifter. A wolf shifter." Her eyes dropped from his. "I've never been to the city. I've been living on my own to the west. Supplies are running short and I needed money." Sighing, Raven looked back up to him. "I need clothes. A shower I guess. But I don't know how anything works..."
  10. Raven straightened some when the alpha questioned her. "My bro- alpha, sent me out here on a death mission. He sent me out in the midst of a blizzard to follow your pack, and for what? To make sure you guys didn't find the crystal before him." Her injured eye was froze shut with blood. Her wings and feathers were frozen together. Her whole body shook from shivering. She was a sorry sight, but the anger that burned in her for her brother was obvious in her molten silver eyes. Carnage looked down at the injured wolf. "Pitiful." He was about to step over her to join Slade when he stopped. What's this? He lowered his nose to the wound. Past the overwhelming stench of blood, he could smell the saliva of another wolf. "Who did this to you?" He demanded coldly. She was an important tool in the pack. He couldn't have her getting hurt. A weak animal is a dead animal.
  11. ((I was thinking the same thing. We should leave it up to Cat to decide. Maybe she can update it in the first post? Also: I was hoping you'd bring up the smell. She bathes in the river, but forget those clothes. She has no idea. It'd also be good cover for her own 'dog' smell. )) Raven huffed indignantly at his response to her smell. She bathed two days ago! And, she smelled like the outdoors (she was proud of her acquired smell). Dumb city dweller. Doesn't know good smells when it hits him. Then he pushed some money into her hand and started walking off, leaving her alone again. She sighed defeatedly. Apparently she had no chance now. According to someone she needed another shower. The shifter looked down at her clothes and pulled her shirt out to study it. Maybe it was a little dirty. Fresh clothes wouldn't hurt. But you needed money for that. Where did people get clothes anyways? She turned her attention to the money in her hand. It was a generous amount. Surely it was enough to buy some clothes. "Hey, uh, wait up!" Raven jogged to catch up to the guy. "Thanks for the money all, and the hygienic tip but..." What could she tell this guy to explain why she had zero clue about anything outside surviving in the wild? Ah, that's it! "I'm foreign! Yeah! I'm not from here, and I have no idea how any of this-" The woman gestured to the city around her "works. If it isn't too much trouble... would you be so kind as to maybe help me out? I can make it worth your while!" What did she even have besides the clothes on her back? "I... uh..." She then remembered what her uncle used to do when the pack needed money: he'd sell off fresh game to local butchers and what not. People liked meat right? Meat was incredibly valuable to the pack. It was the lifeblood that kept them alive. "Can give you some fresh game? It's wild and really good. Better than anything these city dwellers could come up with I'm sure." (( Now Ron has done it. Poor girl is like a lost puppy starved for human interaction.))
  12. Suddenly the door opened and there was a man. Gabriel didn't move, opting to instead watch the man. She stood as still and silent as a statue. The angel had dissipated her facade and should've been visible. Humans are so oblivious. Mackenzie's blood rushed in her ears and her heartbeat thrummed in her chest. That presence she'd felt earlier hadn't gone away. Someone was tailing her. The demon was running now. Squatters within the building looked up groggily as she passed. Gotta hide. Gotta hide. She muttered string after string of curses. If only these cuffs were off. Her power would return to her. Then she'd show this guy who's boss. You didn't mess with the daughter of a circle of Hell leader, disowned or not. She maintained still maintained the power passed down to her. I'll tear every feather from those harp-playing when I find them. God, how amazing she used to be. Demons and angel alike had feared her. Had known her name. Maricha. The Commander of the Dark. The Bringer of Night. Now, her name had faded from minds of most. She was a joke. Anger surged through her. She wanted to face this entity and put them back in their place. Mackenzie knew better though. If she wanted to live, she would have to run like a cockroach from light. Zeke was initially startled. First, by the fact someone actually approached, and two, this someone seemed very out of place. After the initial shock passed, the angel cranked up the charisma. "For just the small sum of fifty dollars, you can enter to win a hundred, five hundred, or if you're really lucky, a whole whopping thousand dollars." As Zeke spoke, he pointed to each of the correspondent slivers, each smaller than the last. "So, whadda ya say?" He winked, apparently unphased by the proximity of the man. Zeke sensed the demon in him. The thing was he didn't care. The war was over and he had served his fight. In his opinion if they weren't bothering anyone, they weren't a problem. "Or since you're our first customer, you might just be luck enough to win a date with yours truly." He flashed his winning smile. Something about this half-breed was magnetic. Zeke liked it. ((Zeeekey has a bit of a cruuuush. Sherry is the exact guy that fans someone like Zeke. And poor Zeke always ends up falling for people like that. And always ends up with a broken heart.))
  13. Raven shifted uneasily. Finally, she spoke. "I am Raven." She couldn't claim to be a lone wolf, they'd smell the Outcasts on her. "I was of the Outcasts pack." Her teeth were chattering now from the cold. Her legs felt stiff. Please.
  14. ((Sorry! I thought I ok'd it in my last post. )) Gabriel sighed and jumped from the building. Opening her wings, she glided down. While she was in plain sight, a human had to first be aware of her existence to see her. Or, she had to reveal herself to them. When she landed a glint of gold caught her eye. It was flaking gold lettering. This place needs some TLC. Mackenzie moved uneasily through the streets. Did that human follow her wanting revenge? I need somewhere to lay low. A long abandoned apartment building caught her eye. That'll work. She jogged over and started looking for a way in.
  15. Raven paced back and forth, still a bit away from the cave. They'll kill me. They'll see him in me. They'll never trust me. Her anxiety about the whole situation was driving her mad. But the hypothermia symptoms were starting to crop up. She didn't have much of a choice if she wanted to live. Stupid Carnage. I was right. Finally, she took a few tentative steps and stopped. A few more, stop. Now she was just beyond the cave. She could smell the overwhelming presence of the other pack. Oh gods... please don't kill me... Carnage licked his maw excitedly. "One of you," he barked. "Go scouting. Find us some decent prey." He certainly wasn't about to waste his precious energy going on a wild goose chase. They were hungry too, they could do some of the work. He had to lead, come up with plans, and keep them all in line. It was exhausting enough as is. "Report back, and then we will all go."
  16. Blindly scrambling, Raven dove into the nearest alley. Her chest heaved and blood rushed in her ears. What is this? A panic attack? Weak! She was a warrior. A little city shouldn't get to her like this. Her senses came back to her and the blind panic faded to a dull uncomfortableness. I can do this. Stepping from the alley, she grabbed the nearest passerby. They smelled faintly of... dog? Not like a pet though. "Excuse me, could you point me to the nearest job site?" If Raven was being honest with herself, she had zero idea of how to get a job. She could wing it though. Who wouldn't want someone like her working for them! To the passerby, her previous distress was obvious in her now frizzy hair and the gleam of sweat that marked her brow. That, and there was a slightly crazy, but friendly look in her eyes.
  17. Mackenzie was in line fidgeting with her cuffs. Her mind has started to wander. What if I cut my hands off, remove the cuffs, and put my hands back on? Humans can reattach severed limbs, surely I could. "Next? Next?" Someone tapped her shoulder. In mere seconds she had turned and grabbed the wrist and pulled a knife, holding it to the man's neck. His face paled and he trembled in her grip. Everyone in the restaurant had grown silent. In the whole process, the hood had fallen back from her face, revealing intricate tattoos that started at her temple, close to the hairline of her brown, wild hair, and down to her jaw. They continued down her neck and spine. Faint scars also crossed most of her body, adding to her already menacing look. Mackenzie then realized she wasn't under attack. It was only a human. Someone came up behind her. She dropped the man and whirled to see a timid teenager. "M-miss, you're going to have to leave. Weapons aren't allowed here." The demon scoffed, putting away her knife in the holster on her hip. "Whatever. This food is anyways." Brooding, she pulled the hood back up over her face and shoved past a few people to get to the door. Whispers grew to a low hum. "Freak..." The last thing she heard as the door shut was someone ask if she was meth head. Great. Wait, what was that? Someone was near. She could sense their presence. Time to get the hell out of here.
  18. Raven lifted her head from the snow slowly. Her teeth were beginning to chatter almost violently, and her body shook, trying to get warm. My brother is a fool. Now her hand was forced. Turn back and face her brother, or be at the mercy of the Guardians. If only this wasn't all new snow. I could've built a snow den. Struggling to back to on top of the snow, Raven winced as the wind battered her. She had to do it. Creeping forward, Raven slowly approached the cave. Hm. Carmage look around at the small carcasses and bones scattered around their current encampment. Before they pushed on, they should probably get a real meal. "Gather round. We are going on a hunt."
  19. ((Both are accepted! I'll go ahead and start us off.)) Raven stumbled into work barley on time. She went to her locker and exchanged her backpack for her white doctor's coat and pulled it over her scrubs. "Long night?" One of her interns asked from behind her. "Don't you have rounds?" She snapped. The intern straightened from surprise. She was usually much more friendly. "Yes, Doctor." He scuttled away sheepishly clutching his clipboard. Raven sighed. All last night she had continuous nightmares. By now she could only remember bits and pieces, but one that rang out in her mind was the one with Gabriel. She watched her get her wings severed off, and her chest branded with a strange mark. Raven shook her head. Her own wings, tucked safely beneath her scrubs, fidgeted uneasily. "I need a coffee. Better yet, a straight I.V. of caffeine." Closing her locker, she went out into the main part of the hospital. It wasn't long before the intern was back at her heels, with a cup of coffee. Kiss ass. He wasn't doing it to be kind, he was trying to get back on her good side. She took the coffee anyways. "Let's go to work." "Step right up, will you be the lucky winner? Maybe you, sir. You never know until you try!" God this sucks. Zeke looked towards the shoddy wheel. It closely resembled one of those game show ones, complete with "mystery" sections of the circle, and smaller "grand prize" ones. The difference was was that the wheel spun haphazardly, and the paper slips were coming off. Not to mention a few of the prongs that were supposed to slow the wheel had broken off. That cheap *** can totally afford to buy a new one of these. His "boss" (quotes because no one would really boss Zeke around, he just decided to) had the bright idea to start trying to appeal to the 9-5 workforce. Of course everyone out right now were just trying to get where they needed to be and wouldn't bother with such a ghetto rendition of Wheel of Fortune. Gabriel was perched atop one of the many high rises downtown. She was scouting, watching for any possible demonic activity. Between her and Raven, the majority of demons that had resided here were either 'dead' or long gone. Others had opted to stay low, off their radars. She knew there were some around though. Somewhere. Despite it being a warm morning, Mackenzie wore a hoodie and jeans. She self-consciously pulled down the sleeves to cover the cuffs on her wrists along with the scars that crisscrossed her arms from trying to get them off herself. She needed either a powerful enough demon, or an angel to help her. Neither side would help her. Demons often laughed and called her a "pet" of the angels. And angels would slay her onsite. Her original captors had taken some pleasure in torturing her, and then left her for dead during the war. She had no idea that angles could be so cruel. She wished they had killed her. Anything was better than struggling to pass as a human, and always looking over your back to make sure they hadn't come back to finish the job. Hunger pains drove her to the nearest fast food joint. She slipped inside and nervously scanned it. You could never be too careful.
  20. Rules 1. Follow all DC rules 2. No godmodding 3. No killing without permission 4. Choose gens wisely. Remember that each except one and six have benefits and drawbacks. Forms You can chose to be a human, experiment, or a Gen I. Gen I is generally anti-other gens and hunt them down. Same with most Gen VIs. [B]Username:[/B] [B]Name:[/B] [B]Gender[/B] [B]Age:[/B] [B]Gen Number:[/B] [B]Power/ Gene Splice/ Etc.:[/B] [B]History:[/B] [B]Personality:[/B] (Optional) [B]Appearance:[/B] [B]Other:[/B] Characters Username: RavenWolf1010 Name: Subject 8 (Raven) Gender Female Age: 19 Gen Number: IV Power/ Gene Splice/ Etc.: She was spliced with wolf DNA, giving her the ability to change forms. It's usually extremely painful and can on occasion leave her incapacitated. While in her human form she retains heightened senses, animal-like behavior, and endurance. She is considered to be one of the more successful experiments. History: Raven has been in the labs all her life. Given her more favorable outcome, she underwent series of experiments to try and refine her transformation and keep her genetics somewhat stable. They developed a serum to stabilize the DNA interchanging process, however if she stops getting it, it begins to break down just like all the other experiments. Personality: RP'd Appearance: WIP Other: She's slowly dying. Shifting back and forth gets harder every time. Eventually she is going to get stuck and/ or die unless she keeps up with the injections. Currently she's held in a lab but I foresee her breaking out.
  21. "Breaking News... May 31, 2187 An explosion shook the small town of Ely, NV early this morning around 3 A.M. PST. The exact location of the explosion has yet to be determined. No fire or smoke is visible, nor is any obvious destruction. Some are calling it a seismic event. However, no seismic activity was recorded at the time of the explosion. Locals are claiming it was from the 'secret government facility' north of the town. When investigated further, we were denied access to the strange, unmarked building. The government of the United States refuse to comment. For continuous updates on this story make sure to follow us online at 'Fox5News.com'." --------------------------------------------------------------- The year is 2187. War has threatened the country for nearly a century. As technology grows more advanced, so does the weapons. Biological, chemical, nuclear, radiological; all weapons of mass destruction capable of leveling towns, cities, even entire states. We have to be ready. Bettering weapons would only get the country so far. We needed a new advantage. We needed a type of metahuman. Thus gene splicing was born. At first, it was tweaking of favorable traits. Better endurance. Heightened senses. Better metabolism. This was strictly human traits refined in an artificial, accelerated process of Darwinism. The first generation of the genetically superior. Then came the adding of genetics. More abilities. The addition of things like gills to breathe under water, or the ability to see in pitch black night. This gen was imperfect and had significant drawbacks. Those who could see at night were blind during the day. Those who could breathe underwater were condemned to live in water, or wear specialized collars to allow them to breathe. The third generation was the more or less perfected second. The added traits could be turned on or off voluntarily. However there still were some issues of involuntary triggering of traits, usually through emotion. The fourth generation was splicing of animal and human genes. By creating an unstable helix, the human traits or animal traits could interchange, resulting in the changing of forms. Often it resulted in horrible, mutated creatures that were neither human or animal. Or, one lost the ability to change all together, remaining in one form or the other. More often than not, the subjects did not live long before their DNA began to break down along with their body resulting in death. The fifth generation was one of grafting artificial limbs. Whether it be another eye, wings, fins, etc. This was a fairly successful generation. On occasion the body would reject the limb and the subject would end up dying. Or injury to the limb would result in loss of function as the natural body could not heal the foreign limb on its own. The sixth generation was combined with the most successful deviants of previous gens and those able to manipulate the material world around them. By manipulating the brain waves of humans, it was discovered that some subjects could control elements better over others. Or even intercept and understand another creature's brainwaves. These by far are the most near perfect experiments. Success was found by taking children as young as possible, or by manipulating genes of zygotes. --------------------------------------------------------- Gen Is are fairly common place. They are half of society. Normal people are often looked down on and slowly are being weeded out. "Only the strong will survive." Them and 'advanced gen ones' serve as military, guards, etc. Gen IIs are more rare. Few could survive in every day life. Those able to survive keep low profiles for fear of ridicule. Gen IIIs are uncommon. They pass for human more often than not and too keep a low profile. Usually used in covert military operations. Their existence is kept fairly secret. Gen IVs are extremely rare. Few survived in testing. Those that did are locked up, or have escaped into the wild. Some are stuck in one form or the other and try to lay low. Never was made public knowledge. Gen Vs are rare. Most are kept in testing facilities. Well kept government secret. Gen VIs are growing in number. Most used as government agents and as weapons of war. Walk freely among public, or are kept in testing facilities to train. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Basically you're in a futuristic society of metahumans. They rule society. Normal humans are forced to live on the outskirts and slowly die off to make way for the metahumans. Some generations were never released either for protection of government weapons (the enemy couldn't catch wind) or so it wouldn't call into question cruelty and inhumane treatment of subjects. But all that is about to change as a group of these 'failed gens' begin freeing their fellow experiments and rising up against Gen Is. Will you be on the side of silencing these abominations, or for joining together to overthrow tyrants? ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Most of the United States is made up of cities under domes that dot the country surrounded by wilderness or small, agricultural towns.
  22. Carnage heard a squeak behind him. Oh, that was a voice. He looked down, seeing one of the runts of the pack. She proved to have a valid point. "Don't get yourself killed." He flicked his tail, dismissing her. She was one of the more valuable wolves of the bunch given her abilities. That was until it came to fighting. Then she was a resource they would have to waste resources protecting. Raven squinted against the wind. Was that a shape up ahead? A momentary break in the snow revealed it to be a Guardian wolf. She dove into a snowdrift and tried her best to cover her fur in snow. The chill sliced right through her, making her feathers start to freeze together and the blood around her eye freeze it shut. Damn. Did they see her? They had to if she saw them. She could only hope they weren't paying attention. If they were stopped there, then the pack must have holed up nearby. A shift in the wind brought her an inkling of a familiar scent. Did someone from the pack follow me? If she got their scent, it was possible the other wolves had gotten hers. She prayed the winds shifted beforehand. Vokun watched the small wolf go. She's pretty, he thought to himself. A shadow giggled somewhere off to his left. The pup turned to see his father's gaze burning into him, almost through him it seemed. Carnage was thinking about something. When Carnage first approached him a few moons ago he had been frightened. The wolf wore the skull of another wolf on his face. If that isn't scary itself, he didn't know what was. But Carnage was his savior. He tried to save his real dad from the Guardians, but wasn't able to. But Carnage protected Vokun from them when they tried to kill him too. The scars from that fight is why he wears the skull. Stupid Guardians. I'll kill them all. Carnage says if we get the crystal I can kill them and bring back my dad back. How strange it would be to have two dads. ((Carnage totally fed poor little Vokun lies. ))
  23. Carnage snarled as he looked out at the snowy mountain in the distance. Raven had said the Guardians were heading up it. "Fools" Carnage muttered. "I hope they freeze their tails off." The alpha huffed and turned to his ragtag pack. He'd been pushing them hard these last few days, trailing the other pack. Food and water had been scarce. No doubt if they kept going would some start to fall behind. If the pack was bigger, he would risk it. But in times like these, they needed strength in numbers. Carnage picked up the gem dangling around his neck and studied it. "It isn't up there, is it?" The wolf mused to the crystal. "Brother." Raven landed gracefully beside Carnage. She was one of the larger wolves of the pack. Intel missions Carnage sent her on allowed her more hunting opportunities than most. It showed in her healthy coat and gleaming black feathers. "They're well into the blizzard now." Movement caught her eye as she saw two fellow pack members chasing down a rabbit. The rabbits only tie them over. We need real food soon... "Raven, are you listening to me?" Carnage's voice had a cold, sharp edge to it. "What?" "I said I want you to follow them up the mountain. Make sure they don't find the crystal." "But it's a blizzard! I can't possibly fly-" "You have legs, don't you? Walk." "Brother, my fur. I will stand out against the sno-" Raven was suddenly knocked sideways by a blow from Carnage's paw. In an instant, Carnage was standing over her, his teeth bared and his green orbs glittering savagely. "Did I ask you to explain logistics or did I tell you to follow them?" "To follow them." She dared not let her fear show. He took pleasure in exploiting fear. Blood welled and dripped down into one of her eyes. Carnage stepped back and let her get up. "I'm sorry, sister. I lost my temper. It is this lack of food." She knew his apology was anything but sincere. Carnage lowered his voice and lifted his head to her ear. "It's only because your my sister you get to keep that eye. I do not tolerate insubordination in times like these. From anyone. Even you." Raven resisted the urge to snap at him. The brother she once knew was slipping away. Ever since he took control of the Outcasts after killing the other alpha and taking his son. Carnage sauntered off and Raven lifted into the air to follow the Guardians. They'd never accept me if they found out who my brother was. Hell, they won't ever even take me now. The blood around her eye was quickly drying now. That'll scar for sure. Vokun giggled as a shadow tickled his ear. "ahrk ruz rok dir" He giggled again. "No way!" Without warning, the shadows skittered away. Vokun turned to see his father. "Hi dad." It wasn't long before Raven was buffeted by the winds of the blizzard. She landed in the snow clumsily and tucked her wings to her back. Barely visible were the quickly fading tracks of the other pack. She had to keep up. If she lost them in this storm now, there would be no finding them until after.