Thread: Set Me Free [MysticSparxman & Outsane]

Her ears twitched when he spoke, picking up on the words and trying to figure out what he meant. His tone seemed to have relaxed, so perhaps he wasn't as hostile as he was when he first discovered her. Kani stopped licking herself and stared at him full on, trying to read his body language. She knew raising his hands and backing away was a form of surrender. Was he going to leave her alone? Not wanting to let her guard down, Kani remained still. Humans were deceitful, that much she knew. It was hard to trust them when all she knew were humans that had hidden agendas and secret desires. She watched as he walked away from her and vanish behind the wall. Relief washed through Kani and she settled on the couch, her ears perking up a little and her muscles relaxing. She dropped her tail to the floor and remained rested there. What was she going to do when she recovered? The scientists were sure to send out a task force to hunt her down and if she left, they'd find her easily. She didn't exactly blend in all too well. Kani sighed and sunk into the couch a little more, her tail curled around her feet for comfort. Her ears flicked up again when she heard him draw nearer and stared at him with wide eyes when he came back. Didn't he just surrender? She knew she couldn't trust these hairless, honourless animals. The kit caught her attention, though. A red cross meant health. She recognized it from when she cut one of the men at the lab and they used that to patch him up. Kani eased up and stared at him, her eyes lit with curiosity. Was he going to help her? Shifting uneasily, Kani moved closer to the human and watched what he was doing. Her nostrils flared at the smell of the liquid he poured onto the cotton. It stunk. As he grabbed her wrist and held it towards him, the fur on the back of her neck bristled and she tensed up. As the liquid seeped into her cuts, she roared, but quickly muffled herself with the back of his couch. The last thing she needed was to be reported and have the special team come knocking before she recovered. In her mind, she connected the words with her pain and she whimpered, Hurt... and her ears dropped down slightly. After he bandaged her up, Kani examined her arm. The liquid he used hurt more than the injury itself, but she felt better already having the wound covered. Kani stared at him blankly while analyzing his words. Here was an apartment? He wanted to know why she was here. He grabbed a paper and wrote out what he was asking. Seeing the words on paper was easier for her to understand. She could read well, having been subjected to printed words than verbal words more often. Kani held the notepad and tilted her head to the side while examining it. She brushed her hair from her face and read the words again. She put the paper down and looked at the man and placed her hand on her chest and said, Kani, with a tone of uncertainty. She thought that was what he asked in the note. She continued. I am... a test. Test seven. I am here - hiding. Her English was broken and she found it frustrating. She stared at the pad again, then grabbed it and held it out to him. Write, speak. I learn best, she gave him an imploring look, hoping he'd understand what she was trying to get across. As she sat there, sirens blared from outside. Kani jumped, dropping the book and crawled over the couch and hid behind it, covering her ears and staring at the door in anticipation for some one to burst through it. Scared. Kani whispered, her tail wrapped around her feet.