[IC] The Werewolf Factory

[CLIW]

"What are you..." Rey realized what his new coworker was doing in mid-sentence. "O-oh my god. Is this...is this safe?" He looked around, his throat dry. Everyone appeared to be snarling at them. This was certainly not an ideal situation. Sweating a little bit, he adjusted the camera and tried to swallow. Now all he could do was mutter, "Jesus," and hope that this man was more sane than he looked right now. Aubrey was practically a second away from transforming, and nearly foaming at the mouth. She stared the glorified zookeepers in the eyes and backed away, knowing full well that she would run out of space to back into very soon. Some inner voice was telling her to stop freaking out and go peacefully, but she didn't listen. "You can't have my liver...I'm using it," she said, her voice so snarly that it was nearly unrecognizable.

[Valkyr]

Amber groaned and held her head in her hands. She struggled to block out the furious growls of the werewolves. She felt a strange feeling growing inside of her. The rage and savagery of the werewolves was affecting her mind. She felt certain instincts that she had only ever felt once before begin to form again. She viciously shook her head, as if to throw the thoughts out of her head. She staggered over to the woman, her mind still unstable. She desperately gripped the woman's arm and tried pulling her back. "C-Calm down!" She growled weakly. She was desperate to calm her down to hopefully calm herself in the process.

[CLIW]

Aubrey turned her head and growled back at Amber. "They want to cut me open and take out what's mine. They want to package it and sell it to some gullible asshole in a health food store. And you...you want me to calm down?" In the course of the short rant, her teeth had lengthened and her face had distorted in her rage. She pulled away from the woman's grip and transformed, lunging at Clifford with a roar and clamping her jaws down around his arm. She only had a moment to think vaguely through the haze of anger that it tasted funny before a numbing sensation started spreading down her. Her growls weakened and she tried to let go, but couldn't find the strength. Needless to say, this all gave Rey a good scare. As Aubrey leaped out at Clifford in the form of a scruffy brown wolf, he practically jumped five feet back and nearly fell on his ass. He cringed at the sight of it all; he knew it would be messed up but not like this. "Mother of god," he gasped, staring at the enraged wolf whose expression was slowly changing to alarm as her body struggled not to go limp.

[SepticGentleman]

Clamped down on his prosthetic, limp and loose. Clifford eased up his stance with Aubrey locked down on his arm, numb to the bone. If he could smile, he certainly would right about now. He raised his other hand and patted it on the unconscious Aubrey's head like nothing was wrong. Pap, pap. He turned and started dragging the transformed Aubrey out towards the Main Holding gates. He waved for Jesse to get back up and follow him before the onlooking werewolves decided to go ham on the two. Jesse quickly picked up the shock prod and hurried behind Clifford, locking the gate behind the two as they made their way outside. Clifford was hauling Aubrey along with seemingly no effort. Unsurprising, for a man of his stature. Jesse merely followed along, observing intently, making quick glances back at the caged specimens. They made their way to the extraction rooms. Time for a professional demonstration of the company practice.

[Valkyr]

Amber slumped to her knees. She watched the men leave the room, one dragging away the unconscious werewolf. It wouldn't be long before shed have to suffer the liver extraction again. Amber sighed and slowly stood back on her feet. And soon it would be her own turn. Would there even be any hope for escape left when the woman returned crippled from her operation? All she could do at this point was to hope and pray for the best.

[CLIW]

Rey took a nervous, guilty glance around Main Holding. His apologetic gaze rested on Amber for a moment before he hurried after his coworker and the drooling catatonic wolf he dragged behind him. It was really quite a sight. Hopefully thousands would see it; getting them to care could be another problem. He wrinkled his nose slightly when a faint antiseptic-and-blood smell joined that of the sweat and feces of Main Holding.

[The Kraken]

The fierceness within Kieron soon died off as the unconscious werewolf was dragged from the cell and out the door of the holding area. He suddenly felt even weaker and he put his back against the cell walls, sliding to the floor as he awaited the time when he would be dragged out of here either unconscious or too beaten down to resist anymore. His canines retracted in his mouth and his breathing slowed, without others to egg him on he calmed down. It was silly, how they were kept in here like animals. They weren't, each of them had a life before being in here, some a family and friends. He sighed and looked around at all of the agitated and anxious people around him. He put his fingers on the scar on his side and winced at the thought that in a few hours, it would be open and raw yet again.