Post by kyranightstalker on Oct 23, 2009 22:11:52 GMT -5
It was early morning and the frost that set on the outside world was fresh. Moisture hung thick in the air as the golden rays of first light came pouring down onto the world below. A woman wearing military goggles that wrapped around her pale skin and black markings that adorned her face, hiding the crimson eyes behind the colored glass. She was wearing black trench coat that she took from the same facility that she looked at several years ago. A white bullet proof corset was revealed by the opening of the trench coat, white jeans contrasted with the black of the trench coat, and a slim but durable black belt was looped around the jeans. A sniper gun hung on her back, her two hand guns hung at her sides, and all of the other weapons were hidden within her trench coat. Gloved hands hung at her side as black fur brushed up against them. A soft purr could be heard as a black panther rubbed against her master's hand, with affection.
It had been a long time since she had been here. It brought memories of the job she held her with the military, the experiments, the numbers, the first experiments, the tragic accident that led to her turning, the first team of werebeast trained to kill, her escape and finding the panther cub that was still at her side. All of it and more rushed to her brain as she stood there at the worn over entrance of the base. She knew this place like a GPS system. She went over the locations of the main room, the mess hall, the interrogation cells, the sleeping quarters, the ammo cellar, and the large computer room that she was sure that had caved in due to an explosion when she had made her escape. " Well what do you know Cira the place still stands", she then patted the panthers head as she walked over to the entrance. The door was covered from one side by a natural cliff, and the other was hidden by a score of trees that use to be the deep section of the city's small park forest.
The ground crunched beneath her combat boots. She reached out with her hand that was covered by black leather gloves with the tips cut off. Long nails that looked trimmed touched the concrete on the side next to the door and traveled over to a keypad. It was worn with rust adorning the edges of what use to be metal painted yellow. She let loose a soft chuckle as she put in the code to open the door, but it didn't open seeing that keypad was obviously broken. She then turned to face the left side of the entrance where one could manually open the large doors. She walked over and easily with the her increased strength of werebeast moved the rusted over lever. She heard a crunching noise and soon she could point out gears turning as the doors slowly opened. She smiled and walked towards to the doors supervised to find the tunnel lit. She could hear soft movements and her instincts allowed her to concentrate easily on her surroundings, warning her of a presence nearby. Cira moved so that she was guarding Kyra's back the cat's eyes watchful like the inner predator she was, ready to bring out her claws and killer jaws upon any that dared to strike out at her master. "So who is there?", she spoke loud and daring.
It had been a long time since she had been here. It brought memories of the job she held her with the military, the experiments, the numbers, the first experiments, the tragic accident that led to her turning, the first team of werebeast trained to kill, her escape and finding the panther cub that was still at her side. All of it and more rushed to her brain as she stood there at the worn over entrance of the base. She knew this place like a GPS system. She went over the locations of the main room, the mess hall, the interrogation cells, the sleeping quarters, the ammo cellar, and the large computer room that she was sure that had caved in due to an explosion when she had made her escape. " Well what do you know Cira the place still stands", she then patted the panthers head as she walked over to the entrance. The door was covered from one side by a natural cliff, and the other was hidden by a score of trees that use to be the deep section of the city's small park forest.
The ground crunched beneath her combat boots. She reached out with her hand that was covered by black leather gloves with the tips cut off. Long nails that looked trimmed touched the concrete on the side next to the door and traveled over to a keypad. It was worn with rust adorning the edges of what use to be metal painted yellow. She let loose a soft chuckle as she put in the code to open the door, but it didn't open seeing that keypad was obviously broken. She then turned to face the left side of the entrance where one could manually open the large doors. She walked over and easily with the her increased strength of werebeast moved the rusted over lever. She heard a crunching noise and soon she could point out gears turning as the doors slowly opened. She smiled and walked towards to the doors supervised to find the tunnel lit. She could hear soft movements and her instincts allowed her to concentrate easily on her surroundings, warning her of a presence nearby. Cira moved so that she was guarding Kyra's back the cat's eyes watchful like the inner predator she was, ready to bring out her claws and killer jaws upon any that dared to strike out at her master. "So who is there?", she spoke loud and daring.