Mihre stepped closer. She stared at the containment tube. Her bony tail twitched, and her claws unsheathed, just needing to hit something. Mihre cocked her head to the other tubes, staring at them.

She leaped, more like a pounce, really, and slammed her claws onto the tube. Then her tail. Then her wings. Then her fangs. She took a deep breath, and began attacking it again. Her claws suddenly stuck into the glas-s, cracking it slightly, but only the slightest of breaks. She unhooked her claws from the glas-s, landing on all fours. A little bit of green liquid oozed out of the cracks.

Mihre was panting, and slammed herself onto the gl*censored* tube again, puncturing her fangs and claws into the tube while slamming her bony tail on the cracks. Mihre dug her wing claws into the tube, cracking it more.

The Chimby startled at Mihre's sudden berserk mode, stepping back to let her have at it. "Careful, Mihre," he warned, though his voice was low and lacking urgency. "You heard what he said. Be wary of the female inside. Don't hurt her. She could very well be alive in there." Glancing at the others, he frowned, something seeming not quite right, like something was missing in this motley crew of mutated creatu. He shook his head. No time for thoughts like that. Spinning around, he whipped his long, heavy tail against the gla.ss tube, giving it that one final crack it needed to shatter. "Get back!"

((Lemme catch up really quick!))

Croma turned around and shook her head at Sinvad's question.
"Maybe. But I'm not sure."
When the Chimby started to break the glas.s, she stood up from her kneeling.She watched carefully in the case that she might be needed, with her still-Roditore hand. But Mihre soon added an attack to the tube, and she knew her help would not be needed. She glanced back behind her at her fallen friend, and her heart stopped momentarily at the thought that he might be nearing death without her knowing. She might think it was a simple unconsciousness, but he might have been dieing. Her tail dropped and she flicked the end, sending glas.s sliding until it met an obstacle. She calmed herself.
Siame is strong. I must not doubt that.

[Soooooo, is anybody going to post or what? I know at least FoxCrazy and Lucky are still with us.

Did we lose anyone?]

( Nopee. It's just that we went out of order, and I completely died. O>O Once you establish an order, I stick to it. e.e )

( *sighs* Well, that fails.

Oooh! Glaedr! )

( Okay, okay. D: )

Brykelle slumped down against a wall, sighing and watching what was going around her. "Are we going to leave this place? I don't want to stay here." She paused, looking over at Sinvad. "But where will we go if we do leave? We will be the freaks of society, and I don't think we'll be able to make a living out of being freaks." she said, speaking mostly to air. It wasn't like she was expecting someone to answer her, because she knew that they probably weren't sure about what they were going to do, either.

Well, okay. What did master's father do for a living? In other words, how did he become wealthy? Brykelle pondered. Is it possible to just be...born rich? Creatu can't be born rich, right? She began to space out as she thought.

The Chimby laid a gentle hand on Mihre's shoulder. "You did well, your help was much appreciated," he said in a low whisper before his attention pulled away to the Veram girl. That was a good question. Where will they go? Thinking hard on it, he shrugged. "If worse comes to worst, we will make ourselves a home. Get used to the people you see here, Veram. We are stuck with each other."

By the way everyone was looking to Sinvad as they spoke, he could only as.sume that the brightly colored Gondra was their leader. Stepping out of the way, he nodded toward him. "Is the Zenirix alright? Not dead like the others?" What a waste of energy it would have been if she weren't alive.

((Promise. That's good. But... .___.))

Mihre gave him a smile, and purred. She nodded. "We need to leave." she said, her tail swishing on the gooey slop that was on the floor. Her wings spread but she unfolded them again. Her silver piercings clinked against each other as something formed in her head...

((I have a braindead, sorry. D:))

[Omg, I'm sorry for ditching you all for a while. Life got crazy, but things are settling down now.]

Sinvad looked up at the chimby, offering a small nod before looking back down at the Zenirix. "Yes, she's breathing, I think," he said, reaching to brush the wet fur from the woman's eyes. Before his claws touched her, however, her eyes suddenly snapped open, gleaming darkly in the dim lights. Lips drawing back in a snarl, she recoiled from him, shoving at him with her hands.

"No, wait! We're just trying to-" Sinvad's words were cut off as the female zenirix clocked him in the face, knocking him off of her. "Get away from me, demon! Who are you?!" She pushes herself back, pressing her spine against the broken panel she'd come from. It was then that she noticed what she'd become. Looking at her newly formed fingers, hate seemed to settle in her ex
pression, and she snarled viciously, managing to mimic the growl of her species. Clambering to her feet, she stumbled slightly, catching herself on the Chimby's shoulders before stepping forward, pushing him away as well. "Those bastards! Where are they?! I'll rip their throats out!"

Croma looked up from her still-lowered position, then rose to her full height, which still unnerved her slightly. She took a few steps forward, closer to the female. Her eyes glinted with a deep anger, but only for a second. Her voice was slightly shaky as she began, but it strengthened over time as she spoke to the Zenirix.

"I wish I knew. They would pay for what they have done to us. They have made us half-breed freaks. Neither one, nor the other. It would have been better if we were complete human, no trace of Creatu except for our minds and hearts. But no. They decided to make us half. For what reason, I am unsure, only that they will pay for what they have done!"

With her hand, she gestured toward Siame, who stirred slightly, though she didn't notice in her growing hatred for those who weren't around.

"I don't even know if my partner is dying. They may have hurt him for all I know, and he could be slowly dying, while I am standing here, unaware. We all know your anger, we all want to tear those humans limb from limb. But for now, we must found out why this floor is almost completely powerless. We must find out why those humans aren't here. And most importantly, we must find out why they wanted us to be part human. Or at least, I must find out."

With those final words, she returneed back to the corner with Siame, sitting on the floor with her back against the wall, to her partner's left, between him and the others. The bright light in her eyes was dulled, by hunger, exhaustion, and the fading anger. But she was still ready to defend her friend, if the need arose.