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Midnight Maiden
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In the plains-like savana exhibit, a young girl was on all fours, grazing on the grass lackadaisically. She had long black hair and big, light purple eyes(though the scientists still have yet to figure out how and why this change occurred), and two large light brown ears with white insides and black dancing across the tips. They twitched on occasion, lazily, but not much else. Her small, pale brown tail rimmed with white and with a black stripe down the center swayed lightly in the gentle breeze as she ate, and the teen seemed to be without a care. However, in mere moments, she had hopped to her feet, a wide grin crossing her face. There wasn't a single person by her exhibit anymore, which meant she could do whatever she wanted. Gracefully, the girl gracefully dashed across her exhibit, her movement a graceful zig-zagging bounce that perfectly resembled that of a antelope. Her toothy grin widened when she noticed the bat-girl from a different exhibit's wave, and she happily waved back.
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Deep in the forest habitat, a young predator rested in a makeshift den she had dug. She was used to being moved around habitats quite frequently, considering the fact her kind could thrive in a vast variety of environments. The scientists seemed to have a thing for finding out how she interacted and adapted in the different scenes. However, the hunter-scavenger's interaction was minimal. She preferred to keep to herself, and so that was what she did. However, a few of the other mutants had managed to earn her respect. Albeit, most all of them were dead and gone.. Including her prior best friend; a fellow Grey Wolf named Lester.
Shaking off the painful thought of the last, failed, experiment they had performed on her one real friend, Falon lazily got to her feet, stretching out with a bored yawn. Because of past experience, the young woman well knew that if she didn't go out and show herself, she would shortly be forced to.
..Or, at least, they'd try.
Using her sturdy claws, the female made her way out of her den and to the nearest tree and started climbing. While her species couldn't accomplish this, Falon had always been able to. Granted, she didn't exactly realize that this was because before she had been captured and experimented on, she had been a competitive climber.
After a mere few minutes, Falon had reached a good height; a branch where she'd just barely be out of reach. Quietly, she brushed some of her black hair out of her face, jet-black ears twisting like satellites. She could hear almost everything going on in the 'zoo', do to having the hearing of a gray wolf. Hell, with her stunning blue eyes, she could see most of it, too. Though, she always saw it best in the dark.
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Deep in the forest habitat, a young predator rested in a makeshift den she had dug. She was used to being moved around habitats quite frequently, considering the fact her kind could thrive in a vast variety of environments. The scientists seemed to have a thing for finding out how she interacted and adapted in the different scenes. However, the hunter-scavenger's interaction was minimal. She preferred to keep to herself, and so that was what she did. However, a few of the other mutants had managed to earn her respect. Albeit, most all of them were dead and gone.. Including her prior best friend; a fellow Grey Wolf named Lester.
Shaking off the painful thought of the last, failed, experiment they had performed on her one real friend, Falon lazily got to her feet, stretching out with a bored yawn. Because of past experience, the young woman well knew that if she didn't go out and show herself, she would shortly be forced to.
..Or, at least, they'd try.
Using her sturdy claws, the female made her way out of her den and to the nearest tree and started climbing. While her species couldn't accomplish this, Falon had always been able to. Granted, she didn't exactly realize that this was because before she had been captured and experimented on, she had been a competitive climber.
After a mere few minutes, Falon had reached a good height; a branch where she'd just barely be out of reach. Quietly, she brushed some of her black hair out of her face, jet-black ears twisting like satellites. She could hear almost everything going on in the 'zoo', do to having the hearing of a gray wolf. Hell, with her stunning blue eyes, she could see most of it, too. Though, she always saw it best in the dark.