She was almost there. Her senses could pick up on that sensation of freedom less than fifty meters away. But they could also sense that someone was finally coming after her, and when she turns a corner, the cracked large door that led to the outside world in sight, she skids to a stop and whirls around, facing the group of soldiers with weapons aimed in her direction when she hears a voice calling to her, saying that they would never stop hunting her, even when she left this dreadful, dark, and dingy place. The glowing white eyes of the wolf form she was in focuses on the man...being...who was at the head of the group, obviously not a soldier, but definitely working with them. A low growl emanates from her throat, her fur standing on end as the person came closer to her. Her lip begins to lift ever so slowly, so that long deadly looking fangs began to show, reflecting the light of the flashlights that the soldiers were using.<br/><br/>Her ears flatten to the back of her skull at the words bouncing towards her, which echoed within her mind. Freak...THEY called HER a freak?! They were the ones who were freaks, wanting to work for such madmen as these scientists, protecting those goddamn humans! What kind of senseless bastard would even risk their lives for such a thing? That was freakish if you asked her opinion on it. And then...they had the audacity to shoot at her, but for some reason the man at front, the one who had spoken to her, warning her, he protected her, and once he had she knew that he was just like her. Which was confusing, why would he work for them? What the hell was HIS problem?<br/><br/>Taking in a deep, mighty breath, she spreads her maw, which would no doubt be big enough to jam her jaws around an entire horse, and a tremendous roar is let loose. The level of the noise was enough to make the entire hall shake, dirt and debris falling from the ceiling, cracks forming in the walls and floor, and was even powerful enough to knock several of the soldiers off of their feet, falling to the floor. A few others clamp their hands over their ears due to how loud it was.<br/><br/>Silencing herself, she flexes her muscular body, fur bristling even more, the tips glistening as they turn silver, like the tips of a hypodermic needle, albeit an extremely large one. Her claws elongate, dredging into the floor, leaving four huge gouges there. She wasn't going anywhere with those soldiers. She was leaving this place, and that was that. And if she had to risk being hunted for the rest of her life, then so be it. It was a hell of a lot better than being tested on every day, scarred and broken, in pain. No...she'd rather this be her future...a fugitive.<br/><br/>And with that last thought, she acts. Hunching her shoulders, she roars once more, her fur flying towards the men, faster than the eye could see. Each bristle was at least six inches in width and three to four feet in length, the tip able to pierce any metal, or substance it came in to contact with. And, one by one, they come in to contact with their targets, piercing their chests and bodies, blood splattering everywhere, the screams of dying men a satisfying sound as it reached her ears. The scarlet liquid pools up, so that the floor now looked to be a red carpet. Once more, the scent of fresh human blood reached her nose, making her scrunch her face up in disgust. The only one no doubt left standing was the odd one out. If she'd wanted to, she could have pierced him as well...but it was obvious she spared him, on whim? Who knows? She glares at him, breathing deeply, a chilled sensation flowing through the room as she lets out a low breath. Without another thought on her mind, and dead soldiers around, she turns her back to them, barreling straight through the door.<br/><br/>Her eyes wince closed from the glare of the snow, and the coldness of the substance, but the wind tugging at her did not stop her from running off in to the flurries of the blizzard. She would be just fine, the fur of the form she was in was made for this sort of situation. With each step she felt the chains of captivity loosen, until it was just a faint sensation on the back of her mind. She comes to a stop, lifts her head to the skies, and lets out a loud howl, letting the world know she was there. And she was going to stay there. Lowering her head, she looks forward, then glances back, but just briefly, before setting off once again. She'd worry about hindrances when they showed themselves.