The Ex-Fighter (OmniscientOracle & Drako)
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				Title: <strong>The Ex-Fighter (OmniscientOracle &amp; Drako)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>OmniscientOracle</strong> on <strong>21-06-2015, 21:53:44</strong>
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				A pair of van back-up lights sliced the darkness that surrounded the end of an alley.&nbsp; There was the sound of car doors opening, a meaty thud mixed with a growling grunt, and a grotesque spitting.&nbsp; “That was your last failure, you pathetic runt.&nbsp; I’m not wasting any more medicine on patching you up.&nbsp; Besides, things like you are a dime a dozen.&nbsp; I’m going to find something new, and you can just bleed to death for all I care.&nbsp; I don’t even think that you will last to the morning.&nbsp; In fact, why don’t you crawl off and die somewhere useful, like under a bridge?&nbsp; Save the street cleaners the bother of disposing of your worthless carcass.”&nbsp; There was another slam, the rev of an engine, and then nothing, save for the raspy breathing of one left and abandoned, doomed to die.<br><br>Jack “The Ripper” was in pain.&nbsp; His entire body was laced with searing, blinding pain.&nbsp; He did not want to know how many scratches, bites, and cuts were on him.&nbsp; All he knew was that his dark grey fur was soaked and matted with his blood, and that he was going to die soon.&nbsp; But he did not really care at this point.&nbsp; Even death would be a welcome reprieve from this sick and twisted world that birthed him and his race.<br><br>Some genius in a laboratory somewhere had decided that he was going to create a new species.&nbsp; He did not ask himself if this should be done, or what the ramifications of it would be, but he took human genes and wolf genes and spliced them together to create a truly anthropomorphic male wolf:&nbsp; A creature with fur, wolfish features, and a humanoid body.&nbsp; But he did not even stop there.&nbsp; He took female genes and created a female anthropomorphic wolf.&nbsp; It was only after he had managed to breed them together and produce pups from them that he took his discovery to the scientific world.&nbsp; One half of them raised him on their shoulders and called him a "genetic pioneer".&nbsp; The other half called him "a monster who wanted to play God".&nbsp; Jack was more in favor of the latter.<br><br>The ones that lauded the discovery, however, decided to carry on the research.&nbsp; Soon, there was an entire facility devoted to the production and study of these new creatures that they called "Wolfan", and eventually the craze began to spread to the public.&nbsp; Before long, it became common to see a Wolfan, but only in certain ways.&nbsp; The human government still argued to this day if the Wolfan were animals or fully-sentient beings with humanoid status.&nbsp; Or, worse yet, if they were sentient beings that were less than human.&nbsp; That seemed to be where the judgement hovered, because simply everybody had to have a Wolfan pet or servant.&nbsp; There were even breeding farms where Wolfan pups could be churned out on a regular basis and then sold to anyone who had any significant amount of money.&nbsp; The worst part was when the sportsmen got their hands on the Wolfan.&nbsp; Suddenly, there were underground pit fights and cage matches where Wolfan fighters would fight one another, usually to the death while deranged humans screamed at them and either lost or won money on them.<br><br>That was where Jack came in.&nbsp; He was raised from a pup to be a fighter, being starved on a regular basis to increase his ferocity, being beaten to make him wild in the ring.&nbsp; His room always consisted of a filthy mattress on the floor and a bowl where he would be served raw meat, if he got any at all.&nbsp; He did not want to be a fighter, he hated the fact that he had to do it.&nbsp; It was not that he did not want to use his claws or his teeth, but he did not want to kill his fellow Wolfans.&nbsp; It always made him feel like a traitor to his own kind, so he would at least put up a good fight, come out on top, give in before having to kill, get patched up, get screamed at by his owner, get beaten and starved for failing, and the process would start again.<br><br>But this night was a different situation.&nbsp; It was the new craze to slip your Wolfan fighters drugs to make them go insane in the ring.&nbsp; The ensuing bloodbaths never ceased to thrill the crowds.&nbsp; Jack could tell as soon as he stepped into the ring that his opponent had been fed something nasty.&nbsp; The eyes were bloodshot and he was practically gouging himself with his claws in sheer bloodlust.&nbsp; Jack's favorite style was to be lithe and agile in the ring, dodging the major blows and landing strategic shots wherever he could, but it could not work tonight.&nbsp; The other Wolfan was too big, too strong, and too wild to just jump away from.&nbsp; His opponent ended up straddling Jack and raking him with his claws as he howled like a feral wolf.&nbsp; Jack thought that he was going to die by the hand of his own kind when the match was called to an end and pulled out of the ring.&nbsp; And he knew that something was wrong when his owner did not even say anything to him, just leading his group and the two men carrying Jack past the first aid room and into the parking lot.<br><br>And that was what brought him here, to this grimy alley in the dead of night with his blood oozing out of him.&nbsp; But he was not going to die here.&nbsp; He was determined not to breathe his last where no-one would be able to see him.&nbsp; If he was going to die, he wanted to do it on the main thoroughfare.&nbsp; It would not change anything in the end, he knew that much.&nbsp; The street cleaners would still swoop up his corpse like greedy vultures and make it disappear, probably to the local incinerator.&nbsp; But if he could at least have a few people see him, maybe on their way home from a movie, or going out to work, maybe they would see him and be horrified at what had been done to him.&nbsp; Of course, more than likely, they would be horrified, shy away, and then try to forget about it as soon as possible.&nbsp; That seemed to be the norm for these miserable, "civilized" humans.&nbsp; And they said that his own kind were the animals.<br><br>Even with every muscle in his body shrieking in agony, Jack forced himself to stand up, whining softly from the pain.&nbsp; The world tilted sharply in front of him, and he collapsed against the wall.&nbsp; White stars flashed in his vision, and he had to blink heavily to clear them.&nbsp; All he had to do was stagger his way to the main road.&nbsp; If he was right, it was only a couple blocks away.&nbsp; He would . . . He hoped that he could get that far before bleeding out.&nbsp; Keeping one clawed foot and hand pressed to the wall, he staggered onward, his lust to die the only thing keeping him alive.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Ex-Fighter (OmniscientOracle &amp; Drako)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Drako</strong> on <strong>22-06-2015, 20:40:07</strong>
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				Sigrún glared at the impromptu ring in the middle of the building. She stood in the shadows of the bleachers set up at the edge. She hated the blood sport she forced herself to attend but she had her heart on saving as many of these poor lost souls as she could. She wanted to slap all the fools around her calling for blood as the Wolfen in the ring tore into each other with more ferocity than usual. It was the final fight of the nigh and soon she'd go look in the back alleys around the building to find any Wolfen still alive, though left for dead, to take back to her ranch for healing and a better life.<br><br>The fight before her seemed more one-sided than usual as the slightly bigger Wolfen tore into the ring's defending champion. There was a blood lust she'd seen in a couple of the other Wolfen tonight in the challenger as he tore "The Ripper" to shreds. The baying of the crowd blended with the howls of the Wolfen before the match was called, The Ripper finally defeated. Trainers dragged the defeated Wolfen from the ring and out one of the other entrances.<br><br>She brushed a hand through her short brown hair and headed for the door behind her where she had left her truck parked. The bed was padded with moving blankets so the bumps on the road to her ranch didn't jostle any survivors too much. She found two Wolfen already dead before she found one fighting to live. And she knew he was fighting as he left a trail of blood along the side of the building towards the main thoroughfare. She was nearly on top of the Wolfen, half hidden in the shadows, before she realized the moving shadow was The Ripper, blood making his dark gray fur a camouflaging black. She pulled a short distance ahead of the Wolfen and stopped. Leaving her truck idling, she climbed out and slowly approached the Wolfen.<br><br>"I can help you" she said softly. She didn't look very imposing, standing just a little over five foot tall with short brown hair and soft green eyes. A black t-shirt hugged her torso while dark blue jeans led the way down her legs to dirty work boots. "I just need you to climb in my truck, big boy, so I can get you somewhere safe. I won't hurt you and I can keep you safe." She watched the Wolfen carefully. Her years helping Wolfen had made her cautious even while trying to help. Injured people and animals had the tendency to lash out at anything when they felt threatened, even if the perceived threat was trying to help them.<br><br>She hoped this abandoned fighter would at least give her some trust so she could get him home. She wanted to help him but he towered over her and probably outweighed her by at least fifty pounds, though knowing how the Wolfen were built, it was probably closer to a hundred even with all of the work she did on her ranch between gathering up the injured and abandoned Wolfen in the city.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Ex-Fighter (OmniscientOracle &amp; Drako)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>OmniscientOracle</strong> on <strong>24-06-2015, 18:49:37</strong>
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				Jack only stopped his death march when he saw the truck stop in front of him.&nbsp; Keeping himself perfectly still, save for his eyes, he watched the woman get out of the truck and approach him, hoping with each step she took towards him that she would veer off and walk away from him.&nbsp; He really did not want to be delayed in his final wish.<br><br>Sadly for him, she did stop before him, and he gave a snort at her comments, doubling over from the pain that exploded in his gut from the action.&nbsp; After he got his breath back, he glared at the woman and growled softly.&nbsp; "Don't make me laugh, human," he spat at her darkly, "that will only make me bleed out faster.&nbsp; You 'talent agents' are pathetic, you know that?&nbsp; Picking up injured Wolfan fighters just to save yourself the trouble of hunting down a new one?&nbsp; What's the matter?&nbsp; The farms not producing enough pups?&nbsp; Are you killing too many of us too quickly?!"<br><br>There was a sharp stabbing in his abdomen, even worse than last time.&nbsp; It felt like he was back in the ring, getting the piss beaten out of him again.&nbsp; His stomach lurched, and he thought for a moment that he was going to retch on top of this woman, but it gradually passed.&nbsp; And now his head was starting to throb.&nbsp; Maybe that was why he was having trouble focusing his eyes?&nbsp; He could feel his strength waning again and he collapsed against the wall, panting heavily.&nbsp; Strangely enough, though, he did not feel that much pain anymore.&nbsp; It seemed duller and distant, almost.&nbsp; But sheer determination made him stand up again.&nbsp; He had a plan, and he was going to see it through.<br><br>"Get out of my way," he snapped at the woman, his chest heaving with each gasping breath, "or I'll make you get out.&nbsp; I've got somewhere to be . . . And not much time . . . They don't call me . . . 'The Ripper' for nothing . . . You know . . . "
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Ex-Fighter (OmniscientOracle &amp; Drako)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Drako</strong> on <strong>25-06-2015, 00:33:07</strong>
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				Sigrún glared at the stubborn Wolfen. "I'm no talent agent pig-headed idjit" she growled back. "I help injured and abandoned Wolfen. If I had my way, those damned farms would be cleared of Wolfen and burned to the ground." She could tell from his stance, even in his injured state, and his tone that he had an alpha personality. Those could be the most dangerous to deal with but he needed help and she was going to give it whether he wanted it or not.<br><br>"You couldn't rip your way out of a wet paper bag" she responded. "Get in the truck before I grab my tranq gun. I don't want to lug 200 plus pounds of dead weight into the back of my truck but I will if I have to. If I can get you back to my ranch, I can patch you up enough to survive that ass whupping you got at the hands of that rabid Wolfen. After you're better you can do whatever you want. But my Da taught me to help where I can and I'd rather try saving your tail from death and fail then to not try at all and still see you die."<br><br>She faced off against the injured Wolfen with a challenging look. Would he still try to pass her or would he take the chance at life? If she could get him closer to her truck, she might even be able to get him in whether he wanted to or not. The other Wolfen had to have done some major damage from the way Ripper was acting but he had some will to live if he was trying to move from where he was left.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Ex-Fighter (OmniscientOracle &amp; Drako)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>OmniscientOracle</strong> on <strong>02-07-2015, 10:34:13</strong>
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				The severity of the woman's reply made him hesitate in his walking.&nbsp; Even for such a small woman, she had a certain fire about her, a fire that ignited a flicker of doubt in his judgment of her.&nbsp; But the threat of a tranq gun was definitely something to cause worry.&nbsp; She could be bluffing about the whole thing, hoping that he would just climb into the back of her truck without a fight and capture him for good.&nbsp; But if she did have a gun, then she could take him without even trying.&nbsp; Besides, what human would actually do that, help and support Wolfan?&nbsp; What were the chances?&nbsp; Humans did not give a shit about Wolfans, he knew that by heart.&nbsp; Anyway, he did not have enough time to mentally debate this.&nbsp; He was still bleeding, and could not delay himself any longer.&nbsp; It was a risk that he would have to take.<br><br>Snarling venomously at her, he began to circle around the truck.&nbsp; "Quit pulling my tail, human.&nbsp; I don't need your 'help'.&nbsp; Go and find a gullible pup and leave me be."&nbsp; He even swung a clawed hand at her for good measure, though it sent a shock of pain up his arm.
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				Post by: <strong>Drako</strong> on <strong>02-07-2015, 18:27:09</strong>
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				Sigrún growled as she barely dodged his claws before reaching into the bed of her truck for the tranq gun she had stashed by the back gate. She shot a dart into his chest and waited for the rather potent drugs to start taking hold before she moved close enough to shove him towards the dropped gate. She watched him half collapse on said gate before she moved to finish dragging him into the bed of the truck. When she had him secured, she hopped back into the truck cab and headed for home. Even if there was more wolfen she could try helping, Ripper didn't have time for her to hunt any others down.<br><br>She shook her head as her eyes went to the rear view mirror to look at the knocked out, half dead wolfen. He had spirit, that was for sure. That was the first time she'd had to use a tranq on a wolfen to get them home. Most of the time she had it around for dealing with mountain lions and bears that thought her cattle was an easy meal.<br><br>Several hours later, she washed the blood from her hands as she looked over her stitched up patient. Ruby, a red furred female wolfen, and Sid, a blond male, moved Ripper from the medical room to one of the empty recovery rooms across the hall.<br><br>Ripper definitely looked a lot better without all of the gaping wounds and blood matted fur. She looked up to see Derek, her second in command around the ranch, in the doorway. "Our guest should be up and about some time tomorrow. Show him around if he seems up to it? I need to check on the cattle."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Ex-Fighter (OmniscientOracle &amp; Drako)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>OmniscientOracle</strong> on <strong>17-07-2015, 18:37:57</strong>
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				By the time Jack had seen the woman duck into the back of the truck, it was too late.&nbsp; He tried to turn and take another swipe at her, but it only served to present her with his chest.&nbsp; There was the hollow thunk of the gun going off, and the prick of the dart.&nbsp; Jack had stumbled and tried to regain his balance, but the drugs were already coursing through his system.&nbsp; Either he had been weaker from the fight than he had thought, or the drugs were exceptionally powerful, because he could feel his limbs going numb after a mere couple of seconds.&nbsp; He had failed even in dying.&nbsp; Pathetic.&nbsp; And now he was going to be this woman's pet or fighter . . . Or worse.<br><br><em>Damn that bitch,</em> his mind echoed as he collapsed onto the ground and the darkness coalesced around him.&nbsp; <em>Damn her!&nbsp; <span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">Damn . . . </span> <span style="font-size: 6pt;" class="bbc_size">her . . .</span></em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Ex-Fighter (OmniscientOracle &amp; Drako)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>OmniscientOracle</strong> on <strong>17-07-2015, 19:20:05</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font">"Hey, Derek, we got a new one.&nbsp; He's hurt pretty bad, and had to be tranqed to be brought in.&nbsp; The guy's in surgery now."<br><br>Derek opened his one good eye and nodded sleepily to the black-furred female Wolfan in the doorway to his room.&nbsp; "Thanks, Raven.&nbsp; I'll be right there."&nbsp; He slowly sat up on his cot and stretched a bit before making his way to the surgery area.&nbsp; This guy sounded like a real handful, and he hoped that it was not one of those crazed ones.&nbsp; They had the unfortunate luck to pick one of those up, and the end result had not been pretty.&nbsp; There was no way he wanted to go through that again.<br><br>He pushed his way through the swinging double doors of their makeshift hospital, receiving the word from Sid as he passed by that the newcomer had made it.&nbsp; Now seeing the new guy from the doorway of the recovery room, he could believe it.&nbsp; The guy had all the looks of a fighter, and not just a ring fighter.&nbsp; This was a guy who was used to surviving.&nbsp; The healed scars were all over him, showing through his fur.&nbsp; And he could only bet that there were any number of hidden scars within him, too.<br><br>Every time he saw a Wolfan need to be patched up, it reminded him of when he first came to the ranch.&nbsp; He had been a servant to an old lady, something that he never thought would be too horrible.&nbsp; She did not demand that he perform sexual favors for her, such as other Wolfan here had done, and she at least made an effort to see that he stayed healthy and fit.&nbsp; But then everything turned around and went to Hell.&nbsp; He had been serving out drinks at a party of hers when one drunk guest started howling about him eyeing his date, and no amount of apologies on his part were enough to soothe.&nbsp; The man demanded that he fix the situation himself by "making sure that mutt never could ogle a woman again".&nbsp; The bastard then stabbed him in the eye with a butter knife while six other men held him down on a table, and his owner did not even bat an eyelid.&nbsp; She even threw him out after the party, saying that she would never be disgraced by him ever again.&nbsp; He had wandered through the streets a bit before he was finally found by Sigrun, a friendly hand that he desperately grasped.&nbsp; Because he was one of the first Wolfan to be picked up by her, and because he was so good at organizing, he had been unofficially appointed as the second-in command here at the ranch, a job that he fulfilled to the best of his ability each and every day.<br><br>Derek nodded at Sigrun's request.&nbsp; "No problem.&nbsp; He'll probably be out for a while longer, but I'll take care of it.&nbsp; It'll probably do him good to see a friendly muzzle."&nbsp; There was a brief hesitation before he continued on.&nbsp; "I don't suppose we can talk a bit after dinner tonight?&nbsp; Just the two of us?"<br></span>
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				Post by: <strong>Drako</strong> on <strong>19-07-2015, 23:08:52</strong>
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				"Thanks Derek" she said patting the Wolfen's shoulder as she moved passed him. "He may come up fighting, just so you know. He was intent on dying when I found him. Kinda had to tranq him." The last part put a sheepish look on her face. "He didn't believe I wanted to help him. Perhaps you can convince him that I have no intention of doing anything to harm him." She looked back at Ripper. He was definitely good looking for a Wolfen but she would never sleep with any of the Wolfen she rescued. It just didn't seem right to her.<br><br>"Of course we can talk after dinner" she said. She turned to leave once more. There were cattle to look after. Wolfen to check on. All of the usual things she dealt with daily. She wondered what Derek might want to talk about. Maybe one of the other Wolfen had caught his eye and he wanted her advice on approaching them. Maybe one of the other Wolfen was bothering him and he didn't want to step over some imaginary line of conduct before dealing with the problem. <br><br>But more often than not, as the day progressed, her mind turned to her newest rescue and what his story was and whether he was stay on her ranch with her ragtag pack of outcast and abandoned Wolfen. She refused to think about what his opinion of her might be after what she'd done to save him.<br><br>As the day came to an end, she joined her Wolfen in the mess hall for dinner and her mind turned once more to what Derek wished to talk about after dinner.
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