03-16-2021, 07:39 AM
[glow=white,1,400]I NEED A SHOT AGAIN, THAT SWEET ADRENALINE ! — ｡+ﾟ.[/glow]
TRIGGER WARNING: this post goes into animal abuse and experimentation from humans; the fourth paragraph is where all of this ends.
As ironic as it was, nightmares tended to plague Dante often. It was the reason he wasn't sober for majority of the night (or day, but that's besides the point) and actually got worse at night. The hybrid didn't like being forced into past memories, of the lab he used to live in all those years ago, of the humans that tortured and experimented with him. The whole reason he was alive was because of the lab, with the humans experimenting on several animals. They were attempting multiple things, to mutate and hybridize species that wouldn't normally mate in any circumstance. His own mother had died during his birth and although Dante had no memory of this, the moment he had been born, he was whisked away by the humans. It had been a good act at first, to make sure Dante stayed alive, but the fact of the matter remained: he shouldn't have been born. A shark-cat hybrid should have never existed in the first place.
Of course, with his mother dying during childbirth, it meant that Dante had to have a foster mother. There was another pregnant feline in the scientists' care and she accepted Dante. He had no ties whatsoever to his foster mother and didn't feel any sort of kinship to her. Once he was weaned, however, he was thrown into his own separate cage, left to be experimented on - injections, mostly. Although most of the time, these injections did nothing and only made Dante incredibly sick, one of them did cause his body to mutate and grow wings. Ironically enough, despite that seemingly having been the intention of the scientists, they clasped and clipped his wings, forcing him to never learn how to fly. When Dante lashed out at the scientists for attempting to inject him with things, they started to deprive him of food and water. Growing desperate at wanting to get the things he needed to survive, the hybrid eventually let the humans do whatever they wanted.
But that was just the tip of the iceberg. When Dante got too big for his cage, the scientists placed an electric shock collar on him and brought him down to another laboratory, one that was hidden underground. This was where they placed their successful creations and pitted them against one another in some sort of messed up, advanced version of a dog fighting ring. It was here where Dante had to learn to fight to survive and where he earned many of his scars. It was a literal fight to the death; if Dante didn't kill his opponent, then he was killed himself. Nobody wanted to kill the other person, save for maybe the occasional individual, and were only forced to due to the scientists punishing them if they did not slaughter their opponent. Considering everything that he's been through, the hybrid would argue he had a reason to want to be constantly numb.
That wasn't the full reason why he was out-and-about in the jungle, though it was definitely part of the reason. He liked being in the jungle and near ponds and waterfalls as they eased his urge to want to be in the water; they brought comfort to him, though he likely wouldn't ever admit that. As he prowled along the undergrowth though, Dante caught the scent of Kold and followed it, curious as to why the woman was out so late. Doesn't she normally stay in town? Maybe that was just something he assumed.
After a bit of searching, Dante eventually found her curled up underneath ferns and bushes. She was awake, although she seemed to be a bit startled by something. "Th' hell are ya doin' out 'ere?" His words were incredibly slurred, though he tried to talk slowly enough for Kold to be able to understand him.[glow=COLOR,1,400] ━ ✧*:･ﾟ[/glow]
As ironic as it was, nightmares tended to plague Dante often. It was the reason he wasn't sober for majority of the night (or day, but that's besides the point) and actually got worse at night. The hybrid didn't like being forced into past memories, of the lab he used to live in all those years ago, of the humans that tortured and experimented with him. The whole reason he was alive was because of the lab, with the humans experimenting on several animals. They were attempting multiple things, to mutate and hybridize species that wouldn't normally mate in any circumstance. His own mother had died during his birth and although Dante had no memory of this, the moment he had been born, he was whisked away by the humans. It had been a good act at first, to make sure Dante stayed alive, but the fact of the matter remained: he shouldn't have been born. A shark-cat hybrid should have never existed in the first place.
Of course, with his mother dying during childbirth, it meant that Dante had to have a foster mother. There was another pregnant feline in the scientists' care and she accepted Dante. He had no ties whatsoever to his foster mother and didn't feel any sort of kinship to her. Once he was weaned, however, he was thrown into his own separate cage, left to be experimented on - injections, mostly. Although most of the time, these injections did nothing and only made Dante incredibly sick, one of them did cause his body to mutate and grow wings. Ironically enough, despite that seemingly having been the intention of the scientists, they clasped and clipped his wings, forcing him to never learn how to fly. When Dante lashed out at the scientists for attempting to inject him with things, they started to deprive him of food and water. Growing desperate at wanting to get the things he needed to survive, the hybrid eventually let the humans do whatever they wanted.
But that was just the tip of the iceberg. When Dante got too big for his cage, the scientists placed an electric shock collar on him and brought him down to another laboratory, one that was hidden underground. This was where they placed their successful creations and pitted them against one another in some sort of messed up, advanced version of a dog fighting ring. It was here where Dante had to learn to fight to survive and where he earned many of his scars. It was a literal fight to the death; if Dante didn't kill his opponent, then he was killed himself. Nobody wanted to kill the other person, save for maybe the occasional individual, and were only forced to due to the scientists punishing them if they did not slaughter their opponent. Considering everything that he's been through, the hybrid would argue he had a reason to want to be constantly numb.
That wasn't the full reason why he was out-and-about in the jungle, though it was definitely part of the reason. He liked being in the jungle and near ponds and waterfalls as they eased his urge to want to be in the water; they brought comfort to him, though he likely wouldn't ever admit that. As he prowled along the undergrowth though, Dante caught the scent of Kold and followed it, curious as to why the woman was out so late. Doesn't she normally stay in town? Maybe that was just something he assumed.
After a bit of searching, Dante eventually found her curled up underneath ferns and bushes. She was awake, although she seemed to be a bit startled by something. "Th' hell are ya doin' out 'ere?" His words were incredibly slurred, though he tried to talk slowly enough for Kold to be able to understand him.[glow=COLOR,1,400] ━ ✧*:･ﾟ[/glow]