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Post by Rena DeVito on Oct 26, 2010 0:34:07 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=width,500,true] | [atrb=background,http://i949.photobucket.com/albums/ad340/Toki_Graphix/Regular%20PT/Taavi---Red-Fox-1.png] "You are so cuuuuuute!" Trinell immediately exclaimed when Taavi shifted. "Stick a finger down my throat and gag me." Taavi muttered, glaring a bit at Trinell. Cute is something you would call a baby - although Taavi didn't understand why. Babies were loud, annoying, slobbering little beasts that did nothing other then eat, fart, burp, poop, sleep, and 'look cute.' "Cute like a wrinkled old prune with some week old fuzz on it." Taavi smirked in a satisfied as she ran about the loading yard that was behind the warehouse. It was mostly broken cement, with a large patch of grass on one side. At the far back, there was a tall fence and line of trees which separated the loading area from the freeway. The tiny fox revealed at the feeling of wind through her fur before the unsettling thought of more shifters hit her. She quickly raced back towards Trinell, mind moving even faster then her body. Skidding to a halt in front of Trinell, Taavi quickly yipped out her questions, before realizing Trinell couldn't understand her. She then shifted and repeated her questions using sign language.
Taavi's auburn eyes worriedly searched Trinell's green ones. How many more shifters were there? Who kept making them? Was there a whole laboratory where scientists just tested their sick hypothesizes and theories on innocent people? God that thought was frightening. Taavi could see it now. Four sterile white wall, steel tables filled with all sorts of sharp and pointy objects. Terrified children, mangled half animal-half human people, and animals all shoved in tiny cages. Taavi would find them. She'd make them stop. It wasn't fair for them to do this to people. Absorbed in her somewhat wild imagination, Taavi barely registered the confusion that Trinell showed, and barely heard her. "Well, I don't know how many there are in total but I know at least twenty pretty well, and know of at least twenty others. As for being made... I think I was just born this way. A lot of the Shifters I know have told me that they've been able to do it since they were little. I only found out about my ability a few good years ago." Taavi blinked, confusion filling her face. "Born" that way"? Shifters weren't born. They were made; created by paltry, ignoble, unsuitable, vile, wretched, repulsive, corrupt, immoral, abominable, shoddy, sleazy, sordid little scientists playing god. Those "scientists" tested their sick, twisted theories on the innocent; they preyed upon the weak and defenseless. They were despicable. They were the ones who created Taavi. They were the ones who had made everyone like her. It didn't make sense though. How had the one scientist that had gotten a hold of Taavi found so many others? Was there a network of scientists someplace? Taavi hissed slightly, under her breath. None of this made any sense! If Trinell had been made, like Taavi, how had the scientists gotten to her? She obviously had no memory of any creepy scientist. Maybe he sedated her so she wouldn't know? Or maybe Trinell really had been born that way. Maybe it was just Taavi who was the freak of nature. Maybe it was just Taavi who was an unnatural splice of human and animal. 'Goddamnit.' it was just too fucking confusing.
Her careful mask of indifference of hate slowly slipped down, revealing the pain and confusion. Taavi was sick of this. Sick of the confusion, the hiding, the lies. She was always running; always searching. Never truly at peace. 'God fucking damnit.' "Did someone make you a Shifter?" Trinell spoke again, concern evident in her voice. Taavi just shook her head, throat feeling tight. "Will it be easier to talk in our other forms? Can you talk in your fox form?" Was she physically able to talk in her shifted state? Yes. Mentally able to? No. Head still downcast, Taavi shook her head more vehemently, hands splayed on the sides of her head. She couldn't - wouldn't - talk about it. Not yet. Maybe not ever. There was a moment of short silence, broken by a snort of laughter. Taavi glanced up sharply at Trinell. Unable to replace her mask in that short amount of time, all the pain from years of struggling with her identity as a person - as a human - flooded into her eyes. Swallowing hard, she dropped her gaze to the ground and attempted to get control of her mask again. Taavi attempted to suppress both the surge of bad memories and the emotions that fluctuated across her face. 'Goddamnit. Get yourself under control.' Swallowing hard, Taavi looked back up at Trinell, the usual determinedly sour look back in place, but a tad bit over done. "It's nothing. I'm fine. It's fine." It wasn't fine. Being experimented upon as if you were a lab rat was not fine. "Shall we continue?" Taavi signed, referring to the lesson.
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Mmmmmmm'kay. Maybe do a time skip to after they finish the lesson? Also, any other ideas for this thread?
And I didn't like my original post, so I redid it. Ignore how much I reposted crap |D And you don't have to re-respond to it. If it makes it easier for you to post - just ignore it |D
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Post by Terenzio DeVito on Aug 29, 2013 11:32:14 GMT -5
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Trinell didn't miss Taavi's confused look as she answered her questions about Shifters. What did she mean, anyways? Made? The wolf shifter watched worriedly as slowly her little spitfire Taavi's mask fell away to reveal years of hidden confusion and indescribable pain. Trinell's heart clenched and she reached out to gently stroke Taavi's hair; she could take any hit Taavi threw at her right now easily.
Trinell's overprotective side grew stronger as Taavi shook her head to her questions about talking, knowing that maybe Taavi could speak but right now didn't have the mental strength to do it. Whoever had hurt her little fox this badly would pay - dearly. Trinell would make sure of it! Already she was thinking about how to bring up the possibility of people making Shifters and how to handle such people - 'assholes,' Trinell corrected mentally - with Alex. Maybe he'd have heard about it. Maybe he was already doing something about it. Who knew? Either way, something would be done and it would be done soon.
She focused her attention back on the slight girl before her, her heart breaking at how hurt she was. But Taavi was a fighter and already she was slowly getting herself back under control; Trinell couldn't blame her. She hated to show weakness to anyone, even close friends like Taavi or DJ. She looked back up at Trinell finally, her normally unimpressed expression firmly back in place, if not a bit overdone. Trinell frowned, wishing Taavi wouldn't hide but understanding completely anyways. 'I can't really say anything when I hide almost everything about me, can I?' Thought the fighter, troubled eyes dark green.
"It's nothing. I'm fine. It's fine." Snapped Taavi, a little testier than she had been before. Trinell's frown deepened. "Shall we continue?" She then asked, referring to the lesson. Trinell sighed heavily. She should have expected as much. Sitting back on her haunches, she eyed Taavi hard before sighing again and pushing herself to her feet; she held a hand out to Taavi once she was steady.
"We can keep going so long as I don't see a reason to stop. But if I so much as think you're pushing yourself too hard or getting careless, we're stopping and calling it a day, got it?" The hard look in Trinell's eyes showed she meant business. She was NOT going to allow Taavi to hurt herself - or anyone else for that matter - right now because of a bunch of bad memories. That could be controlled; raging tempers could be controlled too. It just took time and practice.
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We can do that. I think at this point Trinell has the apartment so they could go there for food and to relax? Maybe have DJ poke his head in and say hi, meet Taavi and all, and then run off. Figure something else out from there.
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