This wasn't what she thought it would be.
She'd been moved from location to location before, from facility to facility on her prior owners luxurious hybrid raising and fighting operation, but this.... This was different. Smelled different. Looked strange. Noises were weird. Considering the copious amounts of sedatives they'd had her on for transport were just beginning to wear off and leave the potentially volatile shifter with a disorienting headache and ill feeling in her gut, there was a sudden explosion of violence from the young woman.
The unfortunate target? Every single piece of furniture in the room she'd been left in. It was simple, the first stop for the new shifters who entered this 'prestigious' place. A simple holding cell, before they inevitable shuffled her off to other, more permanent housing. It was small reeked of ammonia and cleaning chemicals they'd splashed on the floors. All walls were cool, cold concrete- excusing the front, which was reminiscent of a cage for the wall. Beyond that, a door, a location to view without getting in range of the inhabitant. After all, shifters were animals, right? Who could trust them? All they were supposed to be good for nowadays were being cash cows and cheap entertainment.
Once she regained her bearings a decent amount, her human form was the first to go. Donning the figure of a cat like creature, she set to work expressing her displeasure. The weighty, metal framed bed was meant to be large enough to deter anyone moving it- a small 'gracious' commodity they allowed in here. With angry paws, she made quick work of that, flipping it and sending it clattering against a nearby wall. Her youthful, tantrum continued as she overturned and shred the sheets and hit her clawed paws against the only doorway in sight. Thank god it was reinforced.
Vivian growled and roared out her confusion, probably appearing very horrifying in the meantime, though it was mostly the unrefined nature in her showing itself. Vivian was raised, prepped to fight- given all the proper nutrition to grow, all the exercise to make her formidable... Though training was something that she lacked. She was from a prep facility, one of the best, where she was allowed to roam large tracts of land, to hunt in order to exercise and hone her instincts, and made to fend for herself to hopefully instill some toughness into the young shifter. She had yet to learn the 'art' behind the bloodletting these humans adored watching so much.
Pausing a quick moment to survey her madness, she stood on her hind legs, huffing and puffing as she let her eyes scan over the empty room. A sudden noise outside the doorway made her turn, her rounded ears pricking towards the sound. Human sounded voices wafted in from under the door, more than likely commenting on the wily creature they'd just purchased. Vivi had only heard murmurs of her purpose. Fighting- of course. With a form like hers, she wasn't going to go many other places. At least she wouldn't rot in some 'educational facility' or breeding, not yet at least.... Maybe they'd let her die quick, in one glorious bloody fight.
She'd been moved from location to location before, from facility to facility on her prior owners luxurious hybrid raising and fighting operation, but this.... This was different. Smelled different. Looked strange. Noises were weird. Considering the copious amounts of sedatives they'd had her on for transport were just beginning to wear off and leave the potentially volatile shifter with a disorienting headache and ill feeling in her gut, there was a sudden explosion of violence from the young woman.
The unfortunate target? Every single piece of furniture in the room she'd been left in. It was simple, the first stop for the new shifters who entered this 'prestigious' place. A simple holding cell, before they inevitable shuffled her off to other, more permanent housing. It was small reeked of ammonia and cleaning chemicals they'd splashed on the floors. All walls were cool, cold concrete- excusing the front, which was reminiscent of a cage for the wall. Beyond that, a door, a location to view without getting in range of the inhabitant. After all, shifters were animals, right? Who could trust them? All they were supposed to be good for nowadays were being cash cows and cheap entertainment.
Once she regained her bearings a decent amount, her human form was the first to go. Donning the figure of a cat like creature, she set to work expressing her displeasure. The weighty, metal framed bed was meant to be large enough to deter anyone moving it- a small 'gracious' commodity they allowed in here. With angry paws, she made quick work of that, flipping it and sending it clattering against a nearby wall. Her youthful, tantrum continued as she overturned and shred the sheets and hit her clawed paws against the only doorway in sight. Thank god it was reinforced.
Vivian growled and roared out her confusion, probably appearing very horrifying in the meantime, though it was mostly the unrefined nature in her showing itself. Vivian was raised, prepped to fight- given all the proper nutrition to grow, all the exercise to make her formidable... Though training was something that she lacked. She was from a prep facility, one of the best, where she was allowed to roam large tracts of land, to hunt in order to exercise and hone her instincts, and made to fend for herself to hopefully instill some toughness into the young shifter. She had yet to learn the 'art' behind the bloodletting these humans adored watching so much.
Pausing a quick moment to survey her madness, she stood on her hind legs, huffing and puffing as she let her eyes scan over the empty room. A sudden noise outside the doorway made her turn, her rounded ears pricking towards the sound. Human sounded voices wafted in from under the door, more than likely commenting on the wily creature they'd just purchased. Vivi had only heard murmurs of her purpose. Fighting- of course. With a form like hers, she wasn't going to go many other places. At least she wouldn't rot in some 'educational facility' or breeding, not yet at least.... Maybe they'd let her die quick, in one glorious bloody fight.