08-27-2018, 09:07 PM
[align=center][div style=" background-color: transparent; border: 0px solid black; width: 540px; min-height: 9px; font-family:GAINSBORO; line-height: 110%; text-align: justify; color:; padding: 20px"]It was like any other day in The Pitt - uncomfortable, stuffy, and full of mindless working.
When he wasn't attending to Yes Man's every spastic whim he was in his own home opening the body of Stella up from the inside out. He was gentle, even as he itched underneath her skin to feel the skull, to brush his paw lightly over every decaying organ. It was almost loving. All this went, of course, into his journals. The shape of every part of her, how it could be salvaged and used to forward his now intimate knowledge of the feline form. And in turn, improve his research on the xenomorphic animals and the remaining eggs under his care. Could he mutate them with Stella's genes, somehow?
For once, the organized leopon was in disarray, slicked-back fur ruffled and tainted with russet stains. He was up to his shoulders in blood - red, not his own - and he lifted up a leg, assessing the stench as he left his place. It was putrid, especially with his additional enhanced senses. He needed a bath.
When he wasn't attending to Yes Man's every spastic whim he was in his own home opening the body of Stella up from the inside out. He was gentle, even as he itched underneath her skin to feel the skull, to brush his paw lightly over every decaying organ. It was almost loving. All this went, of course, into his journals. The shape of every part of her, how it could be salvaged and used to forward his now intimate knowledge of the feline form. And in turn, improve his research on the xenomorphic animals and the remaining eggs under his care. Could he mutate them with Stella's genes, somehow?
For once, the organized leopon was in disarray, slicked-back fur ruffled and tainted with russet stains. He was up to his shoulders in blood - red, not his own - and he lifted up a leg, assessing the stench as he left his place. It was putrid, especially with his additional enhanced senses. He needed a bath.