Synthetic Bonding[Rahzilla & ErisXfrost]
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				Title: <strong>Synthetic Bonding[Rahzilla &amp; ErisXfrost]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rahzilla</strong> on <strong>24-03-2016, 12:26:00</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/wwC0swt.jpg)</div><em>What's happening to me?</em> It was a valid question, and yet it was his last thought as his body started to twist and contort, his bones feeling as though they were growing. His skin was melting! It had to be melting, causing Ben to shout and scream in agony. The first layer of his skin was torn through, ripped off by his hands that pulled at the burning sensation, and fell to the floor in a messy, bloody pile. It ached and burned, something he'd never expected to feel. He had never wanted this. He didn't even know what was happening to him, where was he?<br><br><br>Benjamin was normal enough. Well, as normal as one would imagine. He had his quirks here and there, but everyone did. <br><br>He had been shopping at a local market, enjoying the feeling of fresh vegetables when he cooked his meals. There was something so natural and satisfying when he used fresh veggies. The taste was better. After paying for his vegetables and walking down the street, he saw signs of advertising along buildings, store signs, passing people as he went. <br><br>Now, Ben wasn't the type to brag. If asked, he would be modest and push things aside with a dismissive, yet playful, tone. He didn't like being the center of attention. And when placed in the spotlight, played it off casually, subtly walking out of the limelight. That's just the way he was. He would have never thought that he would be standing in a ring where all eyes were on him.<br><br>Rounding a corner and heading down the alley that led to his apartment door, that's when they grabbed him. For some reason, these men in dark clothes and surgical masks, reached out and dragged Ben into a van. Why didn't he fight? He tried but it's a little difficult to put up much struggle when chloroform is used. His bag of vegetables were left in the alleyway as the van drove off. <br><br>The next thing Ben knew, he woke up in some white washed and tiled room. He was strapped down to a table, various tubes coming in and out of his body. He even had a breathing tube hooked up and placed in his nose. Flexing his hands, he noticed that the straps were over his upper arms and body as well as around his waist and hands. He could kick a bit, but the drugs were in his system and made things groggy. Where was he?<br><br>That's when the doctors came out and started to poke and prod him with various needles. He'd asked what was going on here, but no one seemed to answer him. The doctors parted down the middle of the room, which made Ben curious. A man, tall and strong-looking, approached with the thickest needle he'd ever seen. The fluid was slightly visible as he came closer and was an odd colour. The table started to shift then and Ben was sitting upright, slightly bent forward, but still restrained so tightly that he wasn't able to move. The straps had also gone underneath him instead of just over him. <br><br>Benjamin had thought it was a liquid, but as the man stuck the needle down along his spinal cord, it felt as though the man were attempting to push something solid into his body. He cried out in pain, which was so excruciating that he fainted during the process.<br><br>Having fleeting moments where he remembered seeing glimpses of people and things, it wasn't until he heard a loud banging sound that he was woken up, completely free of the drugs in his system. He looked around quickly, trying to assess the situation. He was surrounded by a team of doctors in lab coats, protected behind some kind of glass with holes in it. Again, he had straps around him.<br><br>That's when he noticed that there was a guy directly across from him. He didn't have as many of the doctors surrounding him, but he was restrained as well. Ben didn't pay attention to him for long when he felt the needle prick his back. Eyes flew up as a boost ran through his system. It was instantaneous as Ben felt on edge. He was excited and felt a rush. That was only the beginning though. If he'd known what was coming next, he would have fought harder.<br><br><br>His nostrils flared as he breathed deeply. His back was slightly arched up, reminding him of a cat. There were mirrors around him and this man, but something was off. His smell was picking up a strong odor that hadn't been available to him before. It was a mixture of piss and fear. He shook his head, wanting to bring his hands up and ask what they had done to him. Instead, his paws scratched at the ground, his body growling at the threatening man in front of him ...<br><br>Why wasn't he able to use his hands? Why did he have paws? So many questions flew through his mind at first, but then they settled down and fixated on the man. His growling grew louder as he started to inch closer to him. His eyes were intensely brown as the wolf glared at the man. Who was he? He was a threat, that's what! The only thought that entered his mind now was of his mouth around this man's throat.<br><br>It was then that he lunged at the man, taking advantage of the fear he could smell. However, he wasn't able to tell that the smell had lingered from the previous experiment, and was partly his own, not this man's.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Synthetic Bonding[Rahzilla &amp; ErisXfrost]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ErisXfrost</strong> on <strong>24-03-2016, 20:39:18</strong>
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				<div align="center">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/c1/61/d0/c161d05852ed8ddd2474a33e9b6e41a4.jpg)&nbsp; <br><br>Fuck...How did he end up here? <br><br>Seth Wolfbane was considered ‘special’-- he was born into an elite group of creatures known as shifters, and though they were hidden, they played an important role in the world. They fought with other supernatural creatures, and would often times defend humanity from some sort of otherworldly plague. Did that get them any thanks? No. But, that hardly even mattered. The shifters were content as long as they were left alone; but humans, with their insatiable greed, couldn’t do that. From the time they found out about the creatures, they’ve wanted to study them, use them, and steal their rather unique gift. <br><br>They descended on his tribe like a disease, and swarmed them with the intensity of vultures to a corpse. The wolves, though the had their heightened skills, didn’t see it coming-- they were busy during their ‘mating ritual’ preparing grand rrites, and distracting themselves with the scents and touches of their partners. Seth was supposed to guard them-- since he didn’t want to have a ‘mate’, he was tasked with the duty of protected the pack, and seeing to it that nobody interrupted such a delicate ritual. Unfortunately, the young twenty-seven year old wolf failed at his tasks. They tranquilized him-- as he laid on the dirt, trying to grip to some form of consciousness, he couldn’t help but hear the screams of the men and women in his tribe. Even to this day, though the event happened forever ago, it would still seemed to burn in the shifter’s mind. <br><br>He was brought to a research facility, and the white would burn his yellow-hues-- his enhanced sense of sight making the room almost unbearable. His body was chained down to the floor, and many little electrodes would dot his smooth, muscular form. The beat of a heart-monitor would dance around him-- the rapid sounds almost becoming maddening, as he tried to figure out where he was, and how he got here. The men smiled at him. Their gazes were almost demonic, and though he could see through their surgical masks, he could practically smell the disgusting grins that rested on their faces. <br><br>“Let me go!” He snarled, but all they did was stare silently-- before finally going about their business. They spoke to each other as they drew his blood, and over the next few months, they would put his body through some very invasive tests. He felt used, violated-- and worst of all, he didn’t even feel like a living thing anymore. They took his dignity, and would leave him naked in some random cell. ‘Animals didn’t need clothes,” they would tell him, and treat him like some common ‘house pet’ locked in some cage. How was this right? How could humans just do this to sentient creatures, and treat them like dogs? If it was a matter of understanding, they could have simply asked about their kind! <br><br>Eventually, the shifter would quit thinking about his predicament-- he focused simply on trying to find a way out, and preserving his leftover strength, for if he ever got the chance. Little did he know, he would be forced to use that strength against some other poor souls. “Mutt...” A Man would speak behind his shield of glass, and the shifter would look up from his crouched position in the corner. “We have a treat for you.” The man grinned at Seth, and he could tell from the murderous glint, that he wouldn’t enjoy it. <br><br>A gas poured into his cell, and it would case Seth to slip, once more, into a state of unconciousness. How many times had he been put under? This surely wasn’t good for them-- of course, he doubted that the scientists actually cared. When his yellowed eyes peered open, he would realize that he was in a cell with another man. He shifted into a sitting position, and his head would cock with some mild curiosity. What did he expect him to do? He didn’t eat humans, and he really was in no mood to eat. It was during his thoughts, however, that a strange scent began to enter his noise. It was familiar-- and yet, it help the faintest hint of bitter taint. <br><br>They injected him with something...Poor soul. It looked as if it was making him go crazy, and though the wolf did wanted to fight, as the human began to change, he knew that he had to. What was this? So, this is what the humans wanted-- to create some sort of hybrid-shifter? The synthetic-wolf began to snarl at him, and the natural would seem to frown in his direction. “I’m sorry, for doing this...” He would say, and his eyes would become a feral citrine. Black fur erupted on his form, and as his teeth sharpened, his body became large and animalistic. He snapped back at the synthetic wolf-- his snarls and growls intimidating, and yet, hesitant. <br><br>When the synthetic lunged at him, the natural would jump out of the way with great skill. He didn’t want to attack-- didn’t want to fight for the scientist’s amusement-- but, if this synthetic kept trying to go after him, then he wouldn’t have any other choice. He growled again, giving the synthetic a natural warning, as his Citrine eyes stared him down.</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Synthetic Bonding[Rahzilla &amp; ErisXfrost]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rahzilla</strong> on <strong>25-03-2016, 16:43:53</strong>
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				Ben was so focused on the threat in front of him that when the man suddenly changed into a wolf, Ben shook his head. What was he? How could he change into a wolf? He looked bigger than a wolf though, something about his form was off. The thoughts that flew through his mind were hurriedly pushed aside as his mind came back to an animalistic desire to squash the threat in front of him. However, Ben was still unaware that he was a wolf now too. The thought had come to him, but the ferral side of his mind now, was taking control.<br><br>Ben had lunged at the wolf who had jumped out of the way. He slid across the floor, unable to control his speed, and slammed face first into the mirrored wall. That's when he saw it for the first time. He expected to see his face but instead saw a muzzle. Where had this other wolf come from? Why were there two threats so close to him? But realization slowly dawned on him. It was in an instant that Ben realised that he was the other wolf. Letting out a sharp whine and backing away from the mirror, he whipped around to see the other wolf, Ben's tail lowered and his body stance lower to the ground.<br><br>He was about to lay down and stop fighting when he was poked in his side by something sharp. Turning his head quickly and trying to bite at the sharp object, Ben watched the needle pull away and through a hole in the wall. The pupils of his eyes went wider as his attention came back to the threat in the room. Growling again, he stood up from his lowered position.<br><br>If he wanted to get rid of this threat, he had to think carefully. But all his mind could do was egg him on, telling him to lunge and attack. It was hard for Ben to keep his focus. He would shake his head several times during mid growl. It was a fight inside his head for control of his thoughts. Was it like this for the other wolf-man? He didn't think it would be as this wolf-man seemed composed. He had changed so naturally that it didn't look painful at all, vastly different than when Ben's skin burned and tore apart.<br><br>Edging closer to the wolf-man, Ben lowered his front half, slowly moving closer to the wolf while still growling. He couldn't help the growl, it seemed as though his ferral side wanted to growl, but he wanted to figure out what was going on. When he was close enough to the wolf-man, Ben let out a sharp and loud whine, lowering his head. They were in the middle of the mirrored arena where the scientists wouldn't be able to get at them easily.<br><br>His eyes were wide with fear as he looked at the other wolf. What would happen? His body was lowered, submitting to this other wolf, who clearly, was an alpha wolf. His mind told him that this other wolf was the leader, but he was still wary of what that meant. Would this other wolf kill him?
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				Title: <strong>Re: Synthetic Bonding[Rahzilla &amp; ErisXfrost]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ErisXfrost</strong> on <strong>27-03-2016, 13:36:54</strong>
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				<div align="center">Seth had watched the other, and it pained him to see how confused he looked. He didn’t seem to realize that he was a wolf, and that would make the man growl-- cursing the scientists in his own ‘animalistic’ way. How could they do this? They were playing god, and that never ended well for anybody. The witches did the same, a long time ago, and now there were unnatural creatures that roam the land-- things of nightmares that the humans are shielded from. He shook his, and would try to get his frustration out. This wasn’t the time to focus on his anger, and as he watched the other try to lower himself, that realization would become more illuminated.<br><br>Though, as he tried to back down, a strange device would pierce Ben-- it would inject him with a strange liquid, and this would cause the natural to take a more defensive position. His features would move low to the ground, and his fur would raise, as he began to snarl towards the device in the room. Now what would happen? He couldn’t tell-- but, he knew that the scent around the synthetic wasn’t a good one.&nbsp; Still, as he watched the other furiously move his head, an obvious internal battle in play, he couldn’t help but raise from his position. His heart ached, and though he couldn’t understand why, he whimpered towards the creature in front of him.<br><br>With each step forward that the synthetic would take, the natural would seem to take a step backwards. He was cautious, and though he wouldn’t be in attack form, he would still prepare himself for whatever was to come. In this lab, everything was a feint-- for all he knew, Ben was playing one as well. When the other finally sumbitted, he would realize that he was safe-- at least, for the time being. He inched closer-- a deep growl rumbling from him, and acting as a warning towards the more ‘submissive’ wolf. <br><br>When he finally reached he, he would tap the other gentle with his nose, as a way to try and tell him that it’s alright. Honestly, he couldn’t tell the other what was happening-- he had no idea himself. All that he knew was the other was scared, and he would lay down next to him, resting his head upon him, as a way to comfort him. </div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Synthetic Bonding[Rahzilla &amp; ErisXfrost]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rahzilla</strong> on <strong>30-03-2016, 01:05:06</strong>
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				Once on the ground, having won the battle to submit to the alpha wolf, instead of attempting to fight further, Ben watched the other wolf cautiously. That had taken quite a bit of his energy from him. He hadn't known that battling the internal feeling of being a wolf would be so hard. Then again, he had never expected to ever be in a situation where he would have to fight his wolf instincts. Up until a few moments ago he didn't even have wolf instincts! That's when Ben realised that first needle, the one that had made him pass out from the excruciating pain, was what did this. He wanted to cry, his ears lowering back against his head. What kind of life was there for him now?<br><br>The other wolf approached slowly, growling as a warning. But Ben wouldn't do anything anyways. He wasn't stupid enough to try to challenge an alpha. At least, from what he had known about wolf pack status and situations, Ben knew it wouldn't go so well. At least his limited knowledge on wolves was helping him now. If only he knew more.<br><br>When the other wolf laid down next to Ben, placing his head on Ben, he felt the comfort being shown to him. He had been scared that this wolf would kill him. As far as he knew, this other wolf was also created by the scientists. He had no way of knowing that the other wolf was a natural shifter. Lifting his head off the ground, he shuffled a bit so he was able to start licking the other wolf in an affectionate manner. It was the only way he knew how to say thanks for the comfort. <br><br>This lasted for a few moments when the scientists grew tired. They had expected them to fight and to be able to see how their creation held up to the real thing. Of course, they knew that they couldn't just waltz in and try to get them to fight. One scientist marked down Ben's progress, noting that he would need a different concoction so he wouldn't overcome his instinctual urges. The head scientist decided that he had seen enough and started to gas the mirrored arena. <br><br>Ben whimpered and placed his paws over his nose, trying to show his discomfort. He caught a glimpse of the other wolf for another moment before Ben passed out. The gas was so strong that it was unlikely Seth would have lasted much longer in staying conscious.<br><br><br>When Ben woke next, he was in his human body. He shouted and crawled around his small, glass cubicle, feeling his body all over, trying to find the fur coat. But it was gone. Had he changed back after being unconscious? He wasn't sure if that had been a dream or not. His rational mind told him it had been a horrible dream and Ben was content to believe it until he saw the man in the cubicle beside him. Shouting again, he started to shake his head, muttering a string of 'no's. <br><br>Looking up at the other man, Ben knew that he needed answers. "Do you remember me?" he asked hesitantly. He could hear other people in other cubicles that were further away, so he figured that this man could hear him fine. "What... what happened? I'm so confused." his body was trembling now as he remembered the pain. His hands reaching back to touch his skin gingerly, afraid it would start to burn and fall off again.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Synthetic Bonding[Rahzilla &amp; ErisXfrost]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ErisXfrost</strong> on <strong>03-04-2016, 07:51:53</strong>
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				Though Seth normally felt uncomfortable with such ‘affections’, he would let the artificial lick him. This was an unnatural situation, a horrifying one, and the natural shifter knew that he needed to show comfort-- even if it was against his nature, and with somebody not in his pack. His head moved from it’s resting position, and his other-worldly eyes gazed upon the unnatural features of the synthetic. Why did he look familiar? That was the first thought that came to his mind, and a subconscious whimper would escape from his muzzle. Slowly, carefully, the Natural would begin to groom the Synthetic’s face. His licks were soft and slow, and he would use his front paws to hold onto him, as he groomed him. <br><br>He hated to admit it, but the strong natural felt as if he needed this comfort, too. It had been so long since he had another form to rest against, and the warmth from the others fur was a nice contrast to the cold walls around them. His body subconsciously moved closer, and when that horrible gas would begin to pour inside, his head would rest protectively over the Synthetic. He growled towards the faceless-beings that were watching them, and the glow in his eyes would slowly dim as unconsciousness took it’s hold upon the natural.&nbsp; <br><br>He awoke later than the synthetic, and his wolven-form seemed to fade into the nude, and relatively smooth, form of an adult male. It laid weakly against the frigid floor; and as the haziness would begin to lift from the natural, his confused eyes would gaze around the new cell. What happened? He rose to his feet, and a primal growl would release as he remembered-- the fight, the scientists, and that ghastly smell began to reawaken in the Natural’s mind. He moved forward with an alarming speed, and his fits would cause the cell to shake, as they would angrily slam against the ‘indestructible’ glass walls. “Let me out of here!” He yelled-- but, of course, he would get no response. <br><br><em>‘Do you remember me….?’</em><br><br>The words caused the natural’s ears to twitch, and he would turn his gaze to the cubical next to him. That man… “You...” He would say, and his anger would seem to temporarily fade. Slowly, he walked to the wall of his cell, and his hand would move to rest against the glass connecting the cubicles together. “As far as I know, we are experiments.” His tone was even-- you could even say that it was cold, as he spoke to the other male. “You have a shifters DNA in you, human-- they ripped it out of my kind, and placed it inside of you.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Synthetic Bonding[Rahzilla &amp; ErisXfrost]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rahzilla</strong> on <strong>16-05-2016, 03:50:18</strong>
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				The other man seemed to be angry about something as he yelled and shook the cell walls. Ben flinched the tiniest bit. He felt a mixture of things, anger being one of them. But the fear and confusion vastly outweighed the anger.<br><br>When the man addressed him, moving over to the glass separating them, Ben also moved over, although slower. Looking down to the hand that pressed against the wall, Ben was tempted to reach out and place his hand with the man's. He was so scared right now. Although, when he thought of this man, who had shown him mercy and affection in that fight, Ben started to calm down a bit. This man was so calm even though he was angry.<br><br>When he spoke, Ben tried to process what was being said. Experiments? Why would these people make him an experiment? He hadn't done anything wrong, he wasn't anything special... why him? His mind raced with possible solutions, all of which failed him. There was no reason for his being here. It was a mistake, bad timing, there was no reason why they took him. It couldn't be that they had planned to take him. The thought that these people had been watching him and planned to take him, was preposterous. He couldn't think like that. It would only make him fall into despair.<br><br>The way that this man spoke, the way that he called Ben a 'human' implied that this man wasn't. "What do you mean? You're human, right?" he had a faint smile on his lips as he thought this was some kind of joke. Then again, he had changed into a wolf, as did this man, and had felt so strange.<br><br>Backing away from the wall of the cell, he started to question his thoughts. He was in control of his mind now, unlike before. Why was that? If he had the DNA of a shifter in him, and that was the reason why he hadn't been able to control himself; then why was he able to do so now? Frantically looking around the cell, he saw what looked like a door. It was probably how the scientists got him back into this cell, by dragging his limp form through that door. But how did it work? When he looked up, it seemed as though the walls of the cell continued up until the roof of the room. The door had no handle to open it. When pushed upon, it didn't budge. There weren't any real hinges to be seen on the door either. So how did it work?<br><br>Glancing back over at the man, he started to speak slowly. "I don't know what's happening here. You're a shifter and I'm... what now? If I have shifter DNA, does that make me a shifter too?" His voice trembled the slightest as he spoke, trying not to let the gravity of the situation come down on him. He wouldn't allow himself to be swallowed up in misery.<br><br>Moving over to where the door was, he started to pound against it, shouting to try to get someone's attention. No one really noticed. Sliding down the glass, his side resting against the glass separating the two of them, Ben pulled his legs up to his chest, noticing for the first time that he was naked, and rested his head against the tops of his knees. Taking deep breaths in and out, he knew that there had to be some way to get out of here. Maybe if he retraced his steps, figured out exactly how he got here, then he would be able to find a way out. But that was the thing, he couldn't remember anything really, besides the vegetables and how good he knew it was taste once he started to cook with them.<br><br>That's when a thought occurred to him. Looking over at the man, he cleared his throat. "I don't mean to sound rude or anything, but do you know how you got here? Maybe, if we can think of something, we can get out. How many of... you, are there?" he was referring to shifters when he asked his last question. Ben didn't want to be rude with his words, but he didn't know how to ask these questions.
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