Subject of his Eye(Mars and DrMurdockKawfi)
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				Title: <strong>Subject of his Eye(Mars and DrMurdockKawfi)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Plussizebiscuit9168</strong> on <strong>12-11-2011, 19:21:24</strong>
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				"Ow". The needle point entering under his skin hurt. Usually, Desmond wasn't one to let things get to him so readily, but he did not do well with pain...and he really did not do well with needles. It was for specific purposes he knew, but after having himself poked and prodded so many times, the act itself was becoming old and tiresome. He got a muttered apology for his response and frowned heavily at the young man in a lab coat as he drew what blood he needed from him.<br><br>He had been here for a few days now, undergoing preperations, or so he was told. He had little choice in how he was treated, and honestly, didn't like the places accomodations for their more human studies. He hadn't, of course, expected a five star hotel, but a little cable and a steak and potato once in awhile wouldn't have been to much to ask for. Oh sure, the meals were decent, but they tended to get repetative as well, and he was the type to get bored easily. <br><br>"Havn't you vampires taken enough from me?" His voice was crisp in his questioning as he drew his legs up, resting his chin on his knees. The young man, a fellow named Charlie, shook his head briefly at him, moving over to the far side of the room and injecting his blood into a vial. "You know Dr. H just wants to make sure everythings going well Desmond. The fertility drug has been having poor results lately". The young man rolled his eyes, reaching up to push his hand through his hair. "Could that possibley be due to the fact that you guys are trying to mate beings that have no business procreating together?" Charlie glanced back at him but said nothing.<br><br>He sighed, realizing he was going to get the silent treatment for the next few minutes while he analyzed everything. It was a loose agreement he shared with the facility. Once you came in...you never left. For an Orphan that was no issue, but he did find the day to day activities growing increasingly dull. Although he did find amusement in going through the large corridor that housed all the large creatures kept for studies. To see them, trapped in false environments carefully adapted to match their previous ones, some with little human counterparts, often made him sad...and only brought the realization that his own day to be exactly like the humans trapped in with them was growing ever closer. <br><br>Behind him Charlie made a satisfied noise and he broke from his morbid thoughts to look at him. "It seems to be taking well to you Desmond...good...The Doctor will like that. Looks like moving day will be sooner for you then we thought". He eyed him, dark skin covered in a thin sheet of sweat due to the immense heat now circulationg through the room.<br><br>"Whoopie...can't wait..."<br><br>Charlie chuckled softly. "Don't sound so thrilled...we have the perfect partner for you...Sarcastic and an Ass...just like you". He scoffed and slipped off the table, tugging the wires he had connected to him off in the process. "Im sure he's just a doll". He shook his head, following behind the young man as he padded out. "You'll like him...here, we'll even go see him just so you know what a charmer he is. The Docs been studying him today." He mimiced his words as they made their way down the hall, turning into a larger room that gave a general view of most of the menageries. There was an older man in here, taking notes on a pad as he observed something through one of the large windows. Desmond didnt wait for an invite and moved up to stand next to him, peering through the window at the menagerie on the other side. "What is it?"<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Subject of his Eye(Mars and DrMurdockKawfi)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Scaly</strong> on <strong>17-11-2011, 21:26:36</strong>
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				The doctor looked over at Desmond, for the moment silent. He was standing, looking through a window over a series of little cells, each with their own creature. "Oh, its you." he didn't seem thrilled to see the human, because the young orphaned man rather annoyed him.<br>Charlie walked up and handed the doctor a clipboard, which he glanced at, and then smile. <br>"It seems you're my star patient now, Desmond." He said.<br><br>He motioned for the man to follow him. "I've been waiting for someone to take to the drugs as well as you have," He added. "Because I have a rather special partner for you." He led him along the walkways, into another wing. There was a label over the double doors that led to it, "Exotics."<br>"I only have one specimen, so you'd better treat him well," he said in warning. <br><br>They continued down the hall, on the ground level with the animal pens now. The building was laid out with different wings for different kinds of specimens. There were two separate wings for cats and dogs, and yet another for rabbits, foxes, and other furry critters. Horses had a special wing of their own. Most of the facility was open for Desmond to browse, but this particular section was always closed off. There seemed to be extra security on these pens, as well.<br>The creatures inside were very strange indeed. There were several nagas, both male and female with glittering scales and lean bodies. There were a few exotic looking birds, and then some things that were unrecognizable. <br>The doctor walked past all of them without a second glance at them. He walked all the way to the end of the hall, where the last cell was, facing the door to the wing. <br><br>Inside sat a blonde young man, about Desmond's age. He was drawing something. His body language was more human than the other specimens by far, but he was clearly unearthly. Large, leathery wings sprouted from his back, which were folded at his sides. On his head sat two horns, his nails were long, his teeth sharp. <br>"Here he is," The doctor said to Desmond. "Our only dragon."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Subject of his Eye(Mars and DrMurdockKawfi)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Plussizebiscuit9168</strong> on <strong>18-11-2011, 08:53:07</strong>
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				Desmon frowned at the warning. As if he had any intentions of harming a creature who was capable of putting him in his place solidly.&nbsp; He had not quiet been able to figure out why his presence annoyed the head scientist so much, if anything he simply did as he was told, albeit having the occassional sarcastic remark. But other then that, he was fairly tame, keeping to himself and walking the areas he was permitted to. Hell, he even had a weekly poker partner in the form of a fairly humerous German shepard named Greg.<br><br>&nbsp;Following after the head scientist like an obedient puppy, Desmond silently noted the general direction they walked, taking in the sights of creatures he had only seen in mythology books and stories he had been told as a child in the orphanage. He shied away from a large, grinning werewolf, deciding he was rather glad his soon to be permanant life partner wasn't him. He did note a few other humans in the cages, a young woman was stretched out along the length of one of the male Nagas bodies, lazily stroking his sleek form. A male was sitting with one of the Aviens...a Gryphon Desmon realized, chatting with the large half lion half bird creature as if he did it every day...which, the young man realized...was very possible given most of these people had probably been here long enough that they had long since lost the fear most others would have had knowing they were stuck being a creature who shouldnt have existeds' fuck toy in the name of science.<br><br>&nbsp;He stopped when the man did,noting the blonde sitting inside the cage and raising a brow, thinking he was the oddest looking dragon Desmond had ever seen..not that he had seen many....but stll. It was not what he had been expecting and glanced sideways at the doctor. "I can almost see why hes your ONLY dragon if they all look like that. I was expecting a big, fiery, flappy lizard that was going to roast you where you stood...now Im just dissapointed.I still have to look at you..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Subject of his Eye(Mars and DrMurdockKawfi)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Scaly</strong> on <strong>22-11-2011, 22:54:43</strong>
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				One naga and its human companion seemed to actively be mating as they walked by. All the glass was one-way, so the pair inside were unaware that they were being watched at that moment. The human boy lay against the scaly creature, shuddering and flushed as he was tangled in the coils of its body. <br><br>Most of the creatures had not been paired yet, and those that had seemed relatively malcontent- save for a few exceptions.<br>The scientist frowned at the man's reaction. "Don't scoff at him," he told him. "Dragons are rare, and they're very different from humans- too different to breed with," he said, and then added, "We've been engineering eggs as we get them, in hopes of growing something more compatible. Fyrai's been our only success." <br>He walked to the door and unlocked it, and Fyrai looked up as people entered his room. <br>Like all of the living areas in the facility, it was a bright sterile white, with a few things around to make the creature feel at home. Fyrai's room had a few more humans artifact in it than others- there were some books and paper to draw with. He was still given straw to sleep on like the other creatures. Like most of the winged creatures, he had a vaulted ceiling space with some perches to sit on- but they looked relatively unused. <br><br>"We've finally brought you a companion," The scientist said to the dragon. Fyrai looked at them from where he sat on the floor, unsure about this. A nurse pushed Desmond forward, into proper view, and the dragon smiled awkwardly, showing a row of carnivorous teeth. "Hi." He said to him.<br>"We'll move a few of your things later today, Desmond," The scientist told him, before the crowd of people left. <br>There was a large mirror over half the wall, that made up the other side of the one-way glass, where they would be watched if they ever did couple.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Subject of his Eye(Mars and DrMurdockKawfi)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Plussizebiscuit9168</strong> on <strong>26-11-2011, 13:27:04</strong>
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				Desmond frowned over his shoulder after the door practically air locked behind him, ensuring no escape. "Right...sure you will..." As if he had a lot of things. The most they had given him were a few books to keep himself occupied and a small, old fashioned radio to break up the monotomy of the utter silence and loneliness one tended to feel in confinement. COnsidering he only got a visit once every other day for blood testing, the loneliness outweighed everything, save for the few times he was allowed out and permitted to roam free.<br><br>&nbsp;A sound in front of him turned his attention forward once more, and he instantly recalled he was not alone any more. The dragon....Desmond couldn't get over that this was what they considered a dragon..he really had been expecting a giant lizard like you saw in fairytales...was defiantly not what the young man had ever considered for a love interest. But in this case, they werent given a choice. He had been told repeatedly how well his blood had been responding to the DNA matches. It was very possible, Charlie had told him, to procreate...and that was just what they wanted. Of course, Desmond had also come into contact with the byproducts of these human/mythical beast couplings. <br><br>&nbsp;Ratters were an unpleasant beings, half humand and half whatever portion of them shouldnt have even existed. The larger ones were, in Desmonds opinion, nastier in temperment and sexual drive, those being mostly mixed with Reptiles, exotic, predatorial canines and felines, and the occassional ill tempered Avien. They were like the Police force of Myth Co....and one you did your best to simply avoid. One in particular had taken a vast liking to Desmond, and made it a point to harrass him whenever possible, though the young human was far from flattered by the large males affection towards him. <br><br>&nbsp;Frowning at the memory of their last encounter, he turned his attention back to his new companion and offered a feint, timid smile. "Err...hullo...ah...Dragon..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Subject of his Eye(Mars and DrMurdockKawfi)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Scaly</strong> on <strong>06-01-2012, 10:54:36</strong>
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				Fyrai felt a surge of disappointment when Desmond called him "dragon." He felt quite a bit of dysphoria surrounding his body- because while he'd been engineered by these scientists in order to be compatible with humans, on the inside he was a Lizard of Olde. His mind truly wanted to be in the form of his parents and great ancestors. <br><br>"Fyrai," he corrected him. "My name is Fyrai." <br>He offered his hand awkwardly for a shake- though he offered the wrong one. It was hardly a surprise. He hadn't exactly been exposed to much in the way of socialization. All that had kept from going feral was the instinctive knowledge and memories he'd been born with. <br><br>"Who are you?" he asked him, not rising from the small cot. Compared the pile of hay most creatures got, Fyrai was really being spoiled. <br>He looked Desmond up and down- he wasn't so terrible looking, for a human. Certainly one of the more handsome ones that he'd seen around. The idea of coupling with him wasn't completely off putting, especially because he was quite lonely. <br><br>He had so many questions for the man now- who he was, where he came from, how he ended up here, what the outside world was like, but Fyrai bit his tongue for the moment.
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