Post by Sulfurlix on Jul 7, 2014 20:05:03 GMT
Creator: Doctor Gov ConSyir (The "Xv" on her back left leg stands for the lab's name, "XtinVet Creations")
Number: 4039
Mental Status: Stable at times. She has her moments...
Creation Date: 9.20.1824 (188+ years old.)
Mate: ------.
Offspring: ----------.
The scientists thought making new creatures would be a bright idea, so they started off with simple DNA mixtures. With this creation, they used 80% Wolf, 15% Feline, and 5% Snake. Her shape, and some natural instincts come from the Wolf DNA. The spikes that are like razors that hide in sheaths in her tail, are from the 15% Felines DNA. Her forked tongue, from the 5% Snake DNA. The Snake DNA also gives her her slender, skinny body.
This creation, number 4039, took a whole year (twelve months) to form up and be able to be taken from the tube she was born from. As a small blob, smaller than a human's eye, 4039 seemed harmless. It took years for her to grow, and only becoming bigger than a human's eye at the age of three years. Her creator, Gov, was amazed at how slow and steady her growth came about. After what seemed like ages, 4039 became the size of a medium sized dog, coming up to most people's knees. Still, she seemed harmless. 4039 kept growing, and along with that, she became more and more beautiful. Her eyes perfectly mocked fire, the colors of oranges, reds, and yellows all moving around slowly, and, at night, lighting up some of the features on her face.
Soon, Doctor Gov grew a fatherly connection to his creation, naming her Fyheer (pronounced like 'fire'.), and beginning to take her to his personal home after long days in the labs. Fyheer was always nice, calm, and patient with Gov, and acted like a normal dog despite her looks. The only problem Gov had with raising Fyheer, was training her to use her tail correctly. It'd only been about 70 years of Doctor Gov bringing her home when the official found out. By now, Gov was 93 years old now. Fyheer was 73 but still looked like a two year old wolf. The officials took Fyheer from her 'father', and brought her to a secret lab facility, where they planned to put her down somehow.
Putting her down never came into play, obviously. After Doctor Gov died, only a few months after the secret agents took Fyheer fro him, a new group of scientists decided they wanted to take over her 'case'. For years this group has tried to reverse Fyheer's growth stages, and return her to stage one, then make her go back up the stages to see how she grew. This failed. For a hundred years, this project lasted, new scientists filling the places of the ones whom passed away during this time period. Now 173, Fyheer still looked as young as could be, and the scientists didn't understand.
For some time, they started making her go though tests, each one, she passed. Some started saying how she was a 'freak of nature', or how 'we should kill it now, it isn't natural'. Years and years of being prodded passed, being starved, being tested for random things. She hit the age of 187, and snapped. Fyheer ended up killing most of the night shift guards, until one shot her with a specially made sleeping dart, and putting her into confinement until the scientists arrived. When they got there in the morning, the cops, FBI, and the secret agents that took her from Doctor Gov, where there.
The conclusion came, and they decided to dump the female creation somewhere far away. They did just as they wanted, dropping her in the lands of Feral-Heart, in the Plains. After awaking, Fyheer heard the distant sound of tires spinning as they went away, and headed off into the unknown distance. As she got to her paws, Fyheer glanced around. Where was she?
After days of tiresome traveling, Fyheer found a brute laying under a tree. She'd been hungry for a while, and he was eating off a recent kill. Things she learned from her 'father' came into play, she hid her spikes in her tail's sheaths, and walked forward slowly. As the brute looked up, he stopped eating as just stared at the red, dark grey and black female. "Hello.." He stated softly, and Fyheer lowered her ears. Fyheer settled her frame into the grass, smiling at the male, "hi." She said, letting her heavy tipped tail lay gently by her side.
"Are.. you hungry?" The brute asked, his voice seemed nervous. Fyheer was about to shake her head, but her growling stomach gave away the true answer. "Uhh.." Was all the creation could say. The male let out a slow chuckle as he picked up his kill, and brought it over to the female whom was settled in the grass. "We can share.. I don't mind." He said, lying back down and eating. Fyheer pinned her ears back, slowly reaching forward and taking a bite. She'd never eaten meat before, and this was an eye opener.
After that night, when the two said their goodbyes, Fyheer tried catching a rabbit that ran by. She soon figured out that her Wolf DNA didn't help her at all. She couldn't hunt. The only time she got something, was if it bit onto her tail and she let the spikes crush into it. For a while, Fyheer let herself starve, until she figured out she could flirt with males, and get them to hunt for her, or get them to give her some food. She's quite the little actress, and tends to get her way easily.
WEAKNESSES:
Stepping on her tail while the spikes are in the sheaths, the razors on them slice though the skin, and her tail will start bleeding.
Cold weather, she hates it, and refuses to do anything.
MUTATIONS:
Eyes that mock fire in every way, but the heat. They are filled with dark red, oranges, and yellows, and at times the colors move. At night, they glow and light some of the facial features on her face.
Tail that holds about eight spikes, that are razored. They have sheaths on her tail, in which the hide in. Kind of like a cat's claws, but harder, and more dangerous. She hardly uses them, and has to clean them out to keep infections from growing in them.
Her tongue is forked like a snakes, and sometimes flickers out from her jaws like one.
Number: 4039
Mental Status: Stable at times. She has her moments...
Creation Date: 9.20.1824 (188+ years old.)
Mate: ------.
Offspring: ----------.
The scientists thought making new creatures would be a bright idea, so they started off with simple DNA mixtures. With this creation, they used 80% Wolf, 15% Feline, and 5% Snake. Her shape, and some natural instincts come from the Wolf DNA. The spikes that are like razors that hide in sheaths in her tail, are from the 15% Felines DNA. Her forked tongue, from the 5% Snake DNA. The Snake DNA also gives her her slender, skinny body.
This creation, number 4039, took a whole year (twelve months) to form up and be able to be taken from the tube she was born from. As a small blob, smaller than a human's eye, 4039 seemed harmless. It took years for her to grow, and only becoming bigger than a human's eye at the age of three years. Her creator, Gov, was amazed at how slow and steady her growth came about. After what seemed like ages, 4039 became the size of a medium sized dog, coming up to most people's knees. Still, she seemed harmless. 4039 kept growing, and along with that, she became more and more beautiful. Her eyes perfectly mocked fire, the colors of oranges, reds, and yellows all moving around slowly, and, at night, lighting up some of the features on her face.
Soon, Doctor Gov grew a fatherly connection to his creation, naming her Fyheer (pronounced like 'fire'.), and beginning to take her to his personal home after long days in the labs. Fyheer was always nice, calm, and patient with Gov, and acted like a normal dog despite her looks. The only problem Gov had with raising Fyheer, was training her to use her tail correctly. It'd only been about 70 years of Doctor Gov bringing her home when the official found out. By now, Gov was 93 years old now. Fyheer was 73 but still looked like a two year old wolf. The officials took Fyheer from her 'father', and brought her to a secret lab facility, where they planned to put her down somehow.
Putting her down never came into play, obviously. After Doctor Gov died, only a few months after the secret agents took Fyheer fro him, a new group of scientists decided they wanted to take over her 'case'. For years this group has tried to reverse Fyheer's growth stages, and return her to stage one, then make her go back up the stages to see how she grew. This failed. For a hundred years, this project lasted, new scientists filling the places of the ones whom passed away during this time period. Now 173, Fyheer still looked as young as could be, and the scientists didn't understand.
For some time, they started making her go though tests, each one, she passed. Some started saying how she was a 'freak of nature', or how 'we should kill it now, it isn't natural'. Years and years of being prodded passed, being starved, being tested for random things. She hit the age of 187, and snapped. Fyheer ended up killing most of the night shift guards, until one shot her with a specially made sleeping dart, and putting her into confinement until the scientists arrived. When they got there in the morning, the cops, FBI, and the secret agents that took her from Doctor Gov, where there.
The conclusion came, and they decided to dump the female creation somewhere far away. They did just as they wanted, dropping her in the lands of Feral-Heart, in the Plains. After awaking, Fyheer heard the distant sound of tires spinning as they went away, and headed off into the unknown distance. As she got to her paws, Fyheer glanced around. Where was she?
After days of tiresome traveling, Fyheer found a brute laying under a tree. She'd been hungry for a while, and he was eating off a recent kill. Things she learned from her 'father' came into play, she hid her spikes in her tail's sheaths, and walked forward slowly. As the brute looked up, he stopped eating as just stared at the red, dark grey and black female. "Hello.." He stated softly, and Fyheer lowered her ears. Fyheer settled her frame into the grass, smiling at the male, "hi." She said, letting her heavy tipped tail lay gently by her side.
"Are.. you hungry?" The brute asked, his voice seemed nervous. Fyheer was about to shake her head, but her growling stomach gave away the true answer. "Uhh.." Was all the creation could say. The male let out a slow chuckle as he picked up his kill, and brought it over to the female whom was settled in the grass. "We can share.. I don't mind." He said, lying back down and eating. Fyheer pinned her ears back, slowly reaching forward and taking a bite. She'd never eaten meat before, and this was an eye opener.
After that night, when the two said their goodbyes, Fyheer tried catching a rabbit that ran by. She soon figured out that her Wolf DNA didn't help her at all. She couldn't hunt. The only time she got something, was if it bit onto her tail and she let the spikes crush into it. For a while, Fyheer let herself starve, until she figured out she could flirt with males, and get them to hunt for her, or get them to give her some food. She's quite the little actress, and tends to get her way easily.
WEAKNESSES:
Stepping on her tail while the spikes are in the sheaths, the razors on them slice though the skin, and her tail will start bleeding.
Cold weather, she hates it, and refuses to do anything.
MUTATIONS:
Eyes that mock fire in every way, but the heat. They are filled with dark red, oranges, and yellows, and at times the colors move. At night, they glow and light some of the facial features on her face.
Tail that holds about eight spikes, that are razored. They have sheaths on her tail, in which the hide in. Kind of like a cat's claws, but harder, and more dangerous. She hardly uses them, and has to clean them out to keep infections from growing in them.
Her tongue is forked like a snakes, and sometimes flickers out from her jaws like one.