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[Zealot Duskhowl]

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[atrb=background,http://i52.tinypic.com/bimrme.png] It had been a quiet day. No one had tried to enter her cell, and she heard only the occasional Keeper walk by. They hadn't offered her any more food or water, and the small sink and toilet on the right side of the white room sat unused. A large mirror was placed on the wall before her, situated to the right of the door and a foot or two above the bed. They thought she was stupid. They thought she would never realize that they could see through the glass from the other side. But she knew, and the idea of Keepers watching her while she slept drove her to remain in the corner farthest from the window. She didn't eat. She barely slept. They gave her nothing but pain, and she returned the favor. She used to have a life. She was twenty, living on her own, going to college. Her parents had died when she was fifteen, but she visited their graves often. She had fallen in love with the girl of her dreams. Then something had gone wrong. She had been caught in her wolf form, and exposed as a shifter. Then the Keepers came. They offered her solace, some place to be with other people like herself, and to explore her abilities. They told her that she could return to her life. She had been stupid enough to believe them. A bitter tear rolled down her cheek, sinking into her fur and disappearing. Her golden eyes closed lightly. They had subjected her to a few tests, and she had complied, not yet understanding that she had willingly given up her life. Then they threw her into the Menagerie with no warning. One moment it was "please, sit down and let's take a blood sample," and the next she was waking up in the most hostile environment she had ever seen. Sure, she had survived. She made the most of what she could, thinking that maybe this was a place she was supposed to wait, like a quarantine zone, before she could go home. Three years later, she was captured and taken back to the Compound. This time they gave no lies, but told no truth. They ignored her questions, and it didn't take long for her to realize that she was never going to see her love, her family, again. She was tested, poked, prodded, injected. There were so many drugs and chemicals in her blood that she couldn't even think straight. Every day, often multiple times a day, they would come into her cell, drug her, and then she'd wake up back in that damned white room, feeling sick from the shit they put in her. Then, one day, she woke up feeling different. There was a rustling behind the door, the sound of voices. She snarled, crouched in the corner of the small white room. There wasn't much space to fight, but if she could just knock them aside, she could reach the door. They had done this to her. Turned her into some kind of monster. They had taken away her wolf form, and melded it with her human side to create a monstrosity. But they made a mistake. They were so full of themselves, so happy that their experiment had worked, that they forgot she was now much stronger than before. Though she hadn't eaten for days, she was still more than a match for them. When that door opened, she launched herself at the Keeper, letting loose a savage roar. She tore into him with her fangs, her giant clawed hands piercing his muscle. He never had time to react. There was scream, feminine, that drew her attention, and she advanced into the hallway after it. Here she was met with two male Keepers, each wielding Shock Sticks, as she called them. They zapped her again and again, keeping her just far enough away that she couldn't reach them. One faltered for a split second, and she lept on the opportunity with a vengeance. There was a piercing pain in her lower back as something sharp pushed into her skin, then a warm, calm feeling enveloped her, and the world went dark. Zealot's eyes snapped open, the pupils contracting as they tried desperately to adjust to the sudden change in light. Her vision cleared rapidly, and she found herself sitting in the teacher's lounge, leaned back in one of the many comfortable chairs. Raising a hand she wiped at her face, groaning. She sat up, straightening out her spine before hunching over and placing her elbows on her knees and her head in her hands. The memory was still as painful as ever, and she heaved a sigh in despair. She may never forget the atrocities performed upon her by the Keepers. Rising to her feet, she paced over to the adjoined bathroom, and entered, closing the door behind her softly. The nails of her pawed feet clicked on the tile of the restroom as she came to stand before the large vanity mirror hung above the sinks. The creature that looked back at her was large, probably seven feet tall, give or take a little. It could best be described as a werewolf, though she didn't look near as mangy. Her body was covered in dark fur, a golden tone along her back and the top of her tail. She possessed a pair of human breasts, though they were obscured by her fur and further clothed beneath her security guard outfit. Her head was almost completely wolf, ears, muzzle, even the wet black nose. But the intelligence in her golden-honey eyes was unmistakably human. Raising a hand, which was large and clawed, an odd mix of wolf paw and human hand, she pressed it against the glass. She glanced down to see her muscular backward-canted legs, clothed beneath her guard's pants, and paws that no shoes could ever hope to hide. Sighing, Zealot turned on the faucet and splashed cold water on her face. The liquid beaded atop her fur, the natural oils helping to keep it from sinking into her undercoat. Placing her hands on either side of the sink to support her weight, Zealot stared as the clear water disappeared into the drain, wishing she could disappear along with it. A few moments before the door opened, Zealot looked up at the door to the bathroom, her animal senses having heard the approaching person. A young woman, probably in her late teens, burst into the bathroom with a frantic look upon her face. It was a student here, and before Zealot could ask why she was in the teacher's lounge, the girl's panicked voice rushed forth. "Please! You have to hurry! There's a fight in the courtyard!" Immediately Zealot turned the faucet off, heading toward the door. The girl barely had time to leap out of the way as the oncoming wolf pushed through the empty teachers' lounge and out into the hallway. She loped down the hallway and took a sharp left, exiting the doors out into the courtyard. Fights were not uncommon here, as tensions always seemed to run high, especially with boys who were just passing puberty and were feeling the testosterone in their blood. Two males, just as Zealot had smelled before she burst outside, were squaring off in the middle of the courtyard. They yelled insults at each other, a girl trying desperately to break it up, putting herself in between them. This was something that Zealot's wolf side understood perfectly, even though the boys couldn't quite grasp the primal side of it. They were fighting over a mate. Every male would do so at least once in his lifetime, human or otherwise. Zealot stood on the sidelines for a few moments, observing. It didn't seem like anything serious was going to happen until one of the boys, a pyrokinetic, pulled out a lighter.

[Holly Wright]

For a small distance a blonde cat with white paws was asleep had just awaken to watch as the quite day turned into a loud brawl between two males. The she-cat rolled her eyes.Men, she thought, And they are the reason I swing both ways. She turned found where she let her clothes and transformed into her leggy human self. She threw on her skinny jeans that were shred in the front and had lace in theholes and a lacy black tank top. She walked over to the other female. She realized she to was a shape shifter. She had seen her before. She cocked her head to the side, before transforming into the tall leggy female.

"Whats going on here?"She asked ooking around. "I was having a simple cat nap and was awaken by this noise! Boys, they cause so many problems it's kinda ridiculous! You'd think there mama would teach them better, unless their rents are like mine, then their just screwed."

Oh, how rude of me, hello, I'm Holly," the girl, Holly, greeted the other female, "What might be your name be? I've seen you around. You can transform too, right? Or use to be. . ." She gave a small sad smile.

[Zealot Duskhowl]

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[atrb=background,http://i52.tinypic.com/bimrme.png] Zealot's golden honey eyes narrowed, her expression going into a hunter's intensity, as she focused on the pyrokinetic with the lighter. She didn't discriminate based on ability, or lack thereof--she had learned long ago that she was in no position to do so--but she knew the dangers of an enraged pyro with an ignition source. The wolf's body tensed. She took a step forward and let out a low growl, her ears hovering between pricked and laying flat in threat. The fur on the back of her neck bristled as she silently dared the boy to try something. His gaze shifted from his opponent to the large werewolf-looking security guard, and fear entered his eyes. Glancing around and seeing the attention he had drawn to himself, he managed a weak smile. He flipped his lighter open, held it for a moment, then closed it without ever flicking it. He laughed, trying to play it off like he wasn't terrified of Zealot, and turned to leave. His opponent relaxed, embracing the sobbing girl that had tried to break up the argument. Zealot stalked after the pyro, laying a massive hand on his shoulder to turn him around. "I will be taking that lighter, thank you." She held out her other paw, and grasped the orange lighter firmly as he gave it to her. She could smell the fear-scent coming off of him in waves. "If I catch you with another lighter on school grounds, and you aren't under the supervision of an instructor, you will be headed straight to the Dean's office. And if the Dean can't straighten you out..." She let her voice trail off, giving him a toothy grin. The boy looked about ready to piss his pants, but he nodded and, trying to save face, turned and walked away as fast as he could. Zealot watched him go, then stuffed the lighter in her pocket. Now to deal with the other testosterone-driven instigator. Turning around, she scanned the courtyard for the boy and the girl, but they had disappeared. Typical. She could have followed them by scent if she had wanted, but she figured that they had been just as terrified as the pyro at the thought of being punished by her. At least this form had one good use. The sound of approaching footsteps made Zealot turn her head, her gaze sweeping over the emo-looking girl that came forward. By the smell of her, she was a shapeshifter, and recently out of a cat form. Indeed the girl's words confirmed this, as she commented on being awakened from her nap and complaining about males. Zealot looked down on the girl, she towered over her by almost a foot and a half, and pricked her ears. Holly. That was her name. The wolf let out an amused chuckle. "I would hope you've seen me around, I'm one of the security guards. My name is Zealot. Pleased to meet you, Holly." For a moment she started to hold out her hand to be shaken, a typical greeting for humans. But the reminder that she was a walking monster stopped her, and she simply stood where she was instead. At the mention of being a shapeshifter, Zealot's expression went blank. "As you can see, I am no longer human nor animal. I am frozen in between, in a form that most mistake for werewolf. Stuck like this," She gestured to her body with a sweep of her paw. "Forever. But at least I can stop most fights simply by showing up." She grinned, trying to make light of an obviously sore subject.