06-30-2008, 07:52 PM
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It was rare to see the Lykoi confined to his pack's territory despite a war raging between Inferni and the wolves. Their old territory had bordered close to the city, but here he had to travel quite a ways in order to find the utopia of urban decay. A hospital had caught his current attention, keeping the coyote within it's white-washed walls for the past few days as he explored in euphoric delirium. Medical books, doctor's tools, and the ward dedicated to the mentally unstable. The Prince had found a new addiction. Medical bag rapping gently against his hip as he walked, scalpel lowered toward the heaving, furry chest of a hare he'd captured and decided would make an excellent test subject. Beady eyes rolling in it's head, Samael made the first incision. This surgery would be beautiful.
Not that the creature was ill, but that the Lykoi was curious about the how and the why. What made this creature work? What would make it stop working? And what limits could he test on this mass of living flesh? Needle threaded, he closed the creature up and moved it back into a small cage where he began his observation. Brushing back his hair, he frowned lightly. Within the hour, his subject was dead. Notebook flipped open, he recorded his findings, packed up his belongings and locked up the room. This was his ward and his amusement. No one else would be allowed in, unless they were prepared to become his test subject.
Keys slipped into his bag, a florescent light flickered and popped in the ceiling. A backup generator illuminated parts of the hospital, but darkness veiled everything before him. Allowing his eyes to adjust, he headed down the hallway—claws clicking faintly against the linoleum floors and through the quiet corridors.[/html]
It was rare to see the Lykoi confined to his pack's territory despite a war raging between Inferni and the wolves. Their old territory had bordered close to the city, but here he had to travel quite a ways in order to find the utopia of urban decay. A hospital had caught his current attention, keeping the coyote within it's white-washed walls for the past few days as he explored in euphoric delirium. Medical books, doctor's tools, and the ward dedicated to the mentally unstable. The Prince had found a new addiction. Medical bag rapping gently against his hip as he walked, scalpel lowered toward the heaving, furry chest of a hare he'd captured and decided would make an excellent test subject. Beady eyes rolling in it's head, Samael made the first incision. This surgery would be beautiful.
Not that the creature was ill, but that the Lykoi was curious about the how and the why. What made this creature work? What would make it stop working? And what limits could he test on this mass of living flesh? Needle threaded, he closed the creature up and moved it back into a small cage where he began his observation. Brushing back his hair, he frowned lightly. Within the hour, his subject was dead. Notebook flipped open, he recorded his findings, packed up his belongings and locked up the room. This was his ward and his amusement. No one else would be allowed in, unless they were prepared to become his test subject.
Keys slipped into his bag, a florescent light flickered and popped in the ceiling. A backup generator illuminated parts of the hospital, but darkness veiled everything before him. Allowing his eyes to adjust, he headed down the hallway—claws clicking faintly against the linoleum floors and through the quiet corridors.[/html]