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Thread: Bovine Dreams (jessidlux/reyvve)

Doctor Lukas Hahns skimmed through several sheets of computer printouts, filled margin to margin with esoteric equations and formulas few men could decipher. He placed them aside without a second glance and commenced to drum his long fingers upon the gleaming metal desk. Subject number twenty-nine would be stirring from her drug induced sleep any minute now, he reflected it would be best he be on hand to explain the great part she would play in his work. The forty-four year old man heard his tendons crack slightly as he stretched his arms and stood up. Doctor Hahns had more gray than black on his head now and a few more wrinkles upon his somewhat gaunt, pale face. The years had worn down on him as they do all men, but his black eyes remained as sharp and bright as ever. He was a modestly sized man, perhaps 5'8 with shoes, and with a spare figure that spoke of many nights gone without dinner, yet those bright eyes of his bright with madness some might venture lent his aspect a strong vitality and an undeniable presence. After adjusting his white lab coat, the Doctor took his time, admiring his laboratory as he headed towards Subject 29's area. The laboratory was his and his alone, hidden underground, beneath a farm he had purchased years ago. To the world, Lukas Hahns was a retired scientist turned gentleman farmer, and but for a few colleagues and esteemed companions, the Doctor was all too happy to keep up the facade. Of course, the farm above was fully functional, tended to by hired hands, but his real work lay here, in this stainless steel compound he had built in secret with stolen funds. At last he came into the brightly lit chamber where Subject 29 lay, strapped spread-eagle on a cold, metal surface, stripped of all clothing. Steel restraints bound her wrists and ankles. A few sensors were stuck here and there on her body, connected by wires to a machine by her side that displayed her vital signs. Doctor Hahns went to his work desk and picked up a clipboard, ticking down what the vitals signified. Satisfied thus far, he wheeled a small tray upon which lay a variety of medical instruments, most prominent among them a fairly large hypodermic needle. Subject twenty-nine, Case number four dash three. 0200 The Doctor spoke as the digital recorder on his computer turned on. Subject's vitals are stable and all signs indicate she will shortly be coming around... I can only hope she won't need a sedative like the last two...
Thread: Bovine Dreams (jessidlux/reyvve)

She slept lightly, yes, she had been knocked out, but she was a very particular sleeper, and being nude on cold metal wasn't of her enjoyment. Vic was a very particular person like that. Vic could be rude, harsh, and cocky, but she was also very smart for someone her age, and a good fighter, but there would be no fighting metal restraints. Vic though, she would try. Her hair was a bright orange, normally done up in an exstended ponytail, but of course down in her stripped being. It undermined a black stripe on the underside of her hair, coming up from her neckline. Her eyes now rest closed, but they were also an impossible bright orange, and sticking with the trend, they were out of thier norm, not behind black frames of glasses as usual. She was going to have something to say about all of this upon waking. Her body was not of a toothpick-thin girl, but she was not overweight. She was voluptuious, and curvy. Her skin was a natural pale, but not deathly, and fair. One thing about Vic, her skin had always been flawless, save for the bags under her eyes. She was a night owl, but she had womanly little creams and things to help with that. Then she stirred. With a sharp yawn before even opening her eyes, she grunted some, with an impulsive pull at her restraints. She then froze, lifting her head up, and looking at the restrait she had pulled at, and then the room. She kind of grinned some, she'd been through wierd shit before. Blast, what the... She then looked at herself, and pulled at all the restraints in vain effort to cover herself. Bloody fucking hell! What kind of sick fuck-...? She then grew further angered and flurried noting her hair was down. She then just gave to a few frustuated yells, yanking and pulling at the restraints, when, vocally, she simmered to grunts and huffs, twisting and worming about. Cor GOD I am going to just do such... freaking damage... when... She then just gave a violent fit of vain pulls and growling yells, before tiring herself out for the moment, looking up at the cieling.
Thread: Bovine Dreams (jessidlux/reyvve)

It's no use, I'm afraid, the Doctor remarked in a clinical manner. Those restraints could hold down someone twice your size and strength. Believe me, I should know, I placed the order for them. So please, do be calm or you'll only be damaging yourself. Doctor Hahns casually walked over to the metal examination table Vic lay upon and greeted her by turning on the overhead lamp, bathing her in bright, white light. I am Doctor Lukas Hahns, he announced. And you are in my laboratory. He stood near her right side, his eyes roving over her body with a clinical detachment. Tell me, how do you feel? A bit groggy perhaps? I wasn't sure if I administered the appropriate dose but you seemed energetic enough a moment ago... Doctor Hahns trailed off to a vague mutter, the only other sound accompanying him being the low, steady beeping of the machine monitoring the girl's vital signs and the hum of computers.
Thread: Bovine Dreams (jessidlux/reyvve)

Vic closed her eyes to the bright light, gritting her teeth. Lukas Hahns... sounds like some nazi psychopath... She said, in a matter-of-factly way. Vic already had several ideas about where she was, and what was happening. She didn't seem like it, but she was a very experienced person. She'd been through some unusual circumstances, but she wouldn't be able to see this one coming. She sighed, keeping her suspicions in mind. She opened her eyes the lightest bit, glancing to him. The hell you planning, man? She asked simply, trying again to reach her hand up to her face, in impulse to bite her cuticles.
Thread: Bovine Dreams (jessidlux/reyvve)

Subject 29 awake and alert... The Doctor firmly opened Vic's eyelids and bent his head to observe her pupil's dilation. ...some unusual coloration of the iris but otherwise a suitably fit specimen, physically speaking. Doctor Hahns paced up and down the length of the examination table, making occasional observations about the young woman's body. ...good waist-hip ratio and bust... The middle-aged scientist suddenly perked his head up, as if he had only now heard Vic. Additional note 29 exhibiting signs of mental fortitude, possibly mental instability as well... He faced Vic and looked thoughtfully at the young woman, as if carefully considering his next words. Young lady, Lukas began grandly, his voice taking on an orator's tone. What I am planning might just be the next revolution in the scientific world, and eventually the world in general. What I am proposing may sound slightly off-kilter to you at first, but rest assured I am no 'mad scientist' as you have doubtless seen portrayed in film and literature. Lukas allowed himself a bit of a chuckle before resuming. No, no, you must not think I am in the business of creating Frankensteins and werewolves and all that drat. I had a reputation as one of the most ambitious minds in the scientific community, I'll have you know, and I say this with all due modesty... The Doctor's face took on a resigned look and he smirked bitterly. Ah, but no matter how modest, there are always those who will oppose you. Suffice it to say I needed to use some less than traditional methods... which is where you come in. The man wheeled the cart filled with medical instruments near Vic. He held up a slim vial filled with a mostly clear liquid, though dotted with amber globules of what appeared to be gel. Serum Number 609... he announced. ...also called Bovinium. You see, young lady, I intend to enrich this world with my scientific knowledge, leave my mark on it so to speak. With this serum...and your body... my intention is no less than to create a new species of human!
Thread: Bovine Dreams (jessidlux/reyvve)

She jerked at his prodding of opening her eye, returning his observations with a glare, getting deeper to a scowl with each note. She then jolted back with angered shock at the note of her possible mental instability. She almost went to make her own notes on that, but he spoke first. She listened to what he said, her eyes narrowed and her face remaining cocked in an anger-lased raised brow and gated jaw. Less than traditional methods... Just hearing his tone, she knew this guy was as off-kilter as she was going to think of this whole experiment. She tried to shift away some when he wheeled the tray of things near her, she was cool with needles, having had many piercings, all accessories of which, of course, having been removed by the Doctor, but she didn't like the idea of foreign substances in her system, and upon further listening, certainly nothing intended to create a new species of human. Hell no! She jerked back, defiantly jerking at her restraints once more in a motion to get across the simple face she wasn't game for this. I'm not going to let you put that shit in me, nah, nah, man. That stuff'll probably like, put me in a coma or kill me or do something it's basically not supposed to, ya daft freak! I have a family to go home to, man. A life and stuff, you know? Go find a drifter, or some old guy who's gonna die anyway or hell, anyone else. I could care less.... She ranted on, going to the obvious points of the immorality of the matter, and how it was legally ambiguous, to say the least. She'd go on forever if he'd let her. Vic was good at getting her point across, and then just stalling.
Thread: Bovine Dreams (jessidlux/reyvve)

The Doctor whistled off-tune as he took the cap off the hypodermic needle and plunged the tip into the vial of serum. Please, Lukas chastised, flicking away any air bubbles. I am a scientist if you can recall. I know precisely what this will do. He paused and raised an eyebrow momentarily, then proceeded to squirt a little of the serum into the air. To be more accurate, what it should do. It is an experiment after all. Continuing to whistle, Doctor Hahns approached the table and the thrashing form of Vic. He observed her struggle for a long moment. You really should stop that, you have such nice skin. He rubbed his chin thoughtfully then perked up. Ah! I almost forgot to dictate. Clearing his throat, the doctor spoke aloud in a detached manner. Subject 29 will be shortly injected with twice the regular dosage of Bovinium. I fully expect changes to occur in a more rapid fashion. As 29 is young and healthy, her body should theoretically be able to endure the stress brought on by the transformation. Satisfied with the dictation, the Doctor held up the syringe against the bright overhead light and looked down on Vic. You see? A regular drifter off the street just wouldn't do and especially not a man! He looked pointedly at her bosom. I have nothing but high hopes for you, young lady. As for your family, well what is family compared to being the next leap in human development!? With that, the Doctor advanced. Now if you would just hold still...
Thread: Bovine Dreams (jessidlux/reyvve)

My point! She exsclaimed over his words to his rebuttal on not knowing what could happen. If it was an exsperiment... She didn't actually have any care for anything she had said, she wanted out, that was all. Vic wasn't big on her family, and only cared for her own set of morals. He could of gotten the presedent for all she cared, but no, it was her, and that wasn't alright for her. She fought and struggled, mostly not caring to hear his words, until something stuck. Twice? Vic froze, and her eyes went wider than they had yet. Transformation, rapid, stress brought on? Her mind stuck on the simple suggestion. Her body became incredibly tence, her eyes wide, and she remained still, unintentionly. Her lip quivering might of been the only thing to suggest she wasn't dead. She wasn't thinking, and if she was, it wasn't much. Things weren't happening to her. She was miles away, inbetween fear and denial.
Thread: Bovine Dreams (jessidlux/reyvve)

Doctor Hahns furrowed his brow at the sudden stillness of his test subject. Subject 29 appears to have gone into shock... he whispered. Glancing over at the vital signs, Lukas revised his initial assessment. Some form of acute stress reaction, at any rate. I hope it will not interfere overly with the integration of the serum. The Doctor began feeling Vic's arm for her vein. He took deep, steady breaths, attempting to calm his suddenly excited nerves. This would be a breakthrough, Lukas was utterly convinced. Yet it would not do to become too hopeful. There lay the path of disappointment and depression. The work of years, the secrecy he had to endure, the sacrifices he had made, surely they would all come to a head now... but he must remain calm and collected. The Doctor carefully rubbed an alcohol pad on the site. ...injecting... he murmured as the long, slender needle pierced Vic's skin, a little welt of red bubbling up from the break. He exerted some pressure and watched it sink deeper. The clear, globule filled serum slowly drained from the tube and into the young woman's bloodstream. There it would bind with her cells and begin rewriting her very DNA, enacting radical changes on all her body's various systems. Sweat gathered on the Doctor's brow as he slowly emptied the needle's chamber of fluid and pulled the syringe out. He stepped back and pressed a button near his work desk. Enabling video recording, he said in a hushed voice. Now would be the moment of truth.
Thread: Bovine Dreams (jessidlux/reyvve)

Vic sighed, and took a deep breath of what felt like the freshest air she ever breathed once the restraints were undone. She sat up, her tail naturally shifting itself behind her, as she patted it on the table absentmindedly. Another abnormality was the control she had over it. She swayed some, obviously not entirely there. Her eyes were only half open, and she huffed a little once she was sitting up. My name is Vic, ya daft... She yawned, nearly falling over in her seat. She shook her head, recooperating partially, but snorting a little and leaning on her right arm. I'm so tired Joez... and I feel... She laughed a little. She was so out of it, it was only exsaughstion, but Vic was a fighter. Dammit, you slipped me so-... She then yawned again, slipping herself off the exsamining table, and tottling a little on her sore, unstable, reformatted joints, her hooves clopping and clacking on the floor some. She shook her head again, trying to gain her footing, obviously feeling shocked by how standing felt. Shit Joez... I'm really tripping... where can I lay... She started to say 'down', but just didn't finish. She reached one of her hands out, looking for some help from Joez... Her breasts were even still dripping, and possibly still plumping up a bit. But she wasn't equipped with any energy to even notice it, amonge everything else of course. Her pelt was silky smooth, and blotched like a calico cat, the orange coming from her original genes, like her eyes and hair. The thicker mane-esque fur on the end of her tail was this orange as well. Her hands had remained mostly normal, aside from her nails being a deep onix like her hooves. Her wrists looked odd, bulky like attached sleeves. Like her arms had intended for her hands to become hooves as well, but it just didn't happen. Her hips were placed even wider than before, and she was well-endowed there to begin with. Her thighs were muscular, in fact, she was now fairly muscular. It could be seen as a blessing she was as out of it as she was, otherwise she might be able to put up some kind of fight. She made a few, tiny, near-tripping toddles in no particular direction, just looking for some hint of help to a bed, couch, somewhere to sleep...
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Thread: love me, hate me, do as I say, and I will be your slave

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Thread: The Obliging Saxon (Krom & I).

Gerald sat in the chair at his table quietly, feasting on a freshly caught boar, munching away as he sat alone.He owned the lands from here to as far as the map with the colours on it said, he didn't really care for formalities.He was stingy, rarely giving up land for any of the peoples cause, as it meant less he got to control, it took a great deal to convince him to fork over.A particular family had been badgering him for quite a while and each time he'd said no, and he thought by now they'd get the point, however he had no doubts there'd be another attempt. Sitting back he whiped his lips and sighed, his dirty blonde hair falling around his shoulders as his stern blue eyes gazed into the hearth nearby, savouring the roaring fire that warmed the place.Just get it over with already he said silently, he hated going out of his way to hear something he already knew he was going to reject.
Thread: The Obliging Saxon (Krom & I).

Donnchad, indeed, is typical of the family poor Gerald has had to suffer for so many complaints. The Celt is tall, with chiseled features and long, raven-black hair, his body clad in only a short tunic, ending at mid-thigh. Indeed, the land dispute has endured since the first Saxon invasions a decade ago, when Gerald took these very lands. Donnchad's clan has owned these lands for centuries, once as chieftans, but as the invaders came, of course, that land was divvied up between Gerald's own vassals. Donnchad tilts his body forward into an awkward bow - clearly not a gesture the free Celt is used to - and murmurs a faint, Thank you for your time, ah... lord, is it? Surprising! The Celt speaks Saxon, albeit accented and stumbling. I've come because my family has decided we have been unreasonable in demanding our--ah, your--lands without, ah... payment. He pauses here, apparently awaiting a reaction from the big Norseman.
Thread: The Obliging Saxon (Krom & I).

He gazed over and blinked, this was a first.A celt willing to buy back land?...how amusing.He set his goblet down and leaned forward on the table, stroking thick matting of facial hair on his chin.Sit....I'd like to here more he said in his deep tenor voice, gesturing to the chair nearby.If your offer is reasonable enough I might consider it he said in a cautious tone, glaring at the man.However don't expect me to let your land go lightly he warned.He was perfectly willing to negotiate, but his prices would of course be steep, he was rather interested in what the Celt would offer him.
Thread: The Obliging Saxon (Krom & I).

Donnchad takes the seat cautiously, clearing his throat to speak, Ah, as you know, we're not the wealthiest clan anymore, not since... He trails off, apparently considering his words well. Indeed, what may have seemed like indignance at first may in fact be nervousness on the part of the young Celt. His eyes do not lift to face the Norseman's own, and there is little of the proud defiance his race usually displays. Of course, a king like yourself has need of men in his, ah, service. I've decided I will give my own service over in return for a parcel of my family's land being returned to them. The idea is laughable, at first glance. The young Celt is not even much of a warrior by his own people's standards, let alone those of the violent, war-mongering Norsemen. What service could this young man even hope to offer?
Thread: The Obliging Saxon (Krom & I).

He contemplated the offer quietly.His own kind were too proud to be servants, at least the kind he desired.He was sick of cooking and cleaning his own home, making his bed and all that.Perhaps, though I'd like to know what you can do for me before we talk further he said.Out of curiosity, how large a portion of land were you hoping for he said, folding his hands on the table and gazing at the Celt.If he could swing a man servant for a small chunk of land, it would be worth it's weight in gold, penny pound.
Thread: The Obliging Saxon (Krom & I).

We were hoping only for enough land for a few cows, perhaps some wheat... not much at all, he replies. Donnchad clears his throat softly, glancing around the otherwise-empty room as if he's slightly ashamed - a strange sight in a Celt. He leans forward toward Gerald, his voice lowering to barely more than a whisper, Ah, my Lord, my father heard whispers that perhaps you require a... different kind of service.