Ｌ ｏ ｇ [ ｃｏｒｒｏｓｉｖｅ_ｌｉｍｅｓ ] ｏ ｐ ｅ ｎ ｅ ｄ . . .
Ｗ ａ ｒ ｎ ｉ ｎ ｇ ! Ｆ ｉ ｌ ｅ ｃ ｏ ｒ ｒ ｕ ｐ ｔ .
Ｄ ｏ ｙ ｏ ｕ ｗ ｉ ｓ ｈ ｔ ｏ ｃ ｏ ｎ ｔ ｉ ｎ ｕ ｅ ?
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Ｓ ｕ ｂ ｊ ｅ ｃ ｔ ｎ ａ ｍ ｅ : Subject is identified as "Rickarrison", but responds as well to the call names of "Gordon" or "Freeman".
Ｗ ａ ｒ ｎ ｉ ｎ ｇ ! Ｆ ｉ ｌ ｅ ｃ ｏ ｒ ｒ ｕ ｐ ｔ . Ｉ ｎ ｖ ａ ｌ ｉ ｄ ｉ ｎ ｆ ｏ ｒ ｍ ａ ｔ ｉ ｏ ｎ ."My name is Gordon Freeman, but you may know me Rickarrison."Ｇ ｅ ｎ ｄ ｅ ｒ : Subject identifies using male pronouns.
Ｗ ａ ｒ ｎ ｉ ｎ ｇ ! Ｆ ｉ ｌ ｅ ｃ ｏ ｒ ｒ ｕ ｐ ｔ ."I am a male cheetah - wolf hybrid."Ｔ ｅ ｍ ｐ ｅ ｒ ａ ｍ ｅ ｎ ｔ : Subject is withdrawn, and interacts poorly with humans. Subject snaps at hands and growls when approached. Upon being "released", subject displayed strong resiliency and overwhelming determination. Subject interacted well with other wolves and species, no noticeable hostility. Subject did not "speak" much and was highly aware of his surroundings. Subject showed a surprising knack for going unnoticed. Subject did show hostility toward the wolf pack identifying as "Combine", and evaded aforementioned pack. Subject seemed to be more friendly and protective around project "
Alyx Phoenixus". Upon "recapturing", subject showed heightened hostility toward handlers. Subject displayed more subdued and quiet behavior. Upon release into the wild, subject was attacked by released members of pack "Combine" and fought them off with surprising ability. Subject strayed into nearby City 17 and has continued to wander there.
Ｗ ａ ｒ ｎ ｉ ｎ ｇ ! Ｆ ｉ ｌ ｅ ｃ ｏ ｒ ｒ ｕ ｐ ｔ . Ｉ ｎ ｖ ａ ｌ ｉ ｄ ｉ ｎ ｆ ｏ ｒ ｍ ａ ｔ ｉ ｏ ｎ ."To quote a dear friend, 'Son, you just ain't doin' it right'."Gordon is a withdrawn, smartalec of a wolf. He rarely leaps into situations without thinking it over from several angles, and has an instinctive distrust of the Combine. He mastered the ability to stalk his prey at a young age, and almost no one has caught him off guard since. He rarely talks, but when he does, you probably want to remember his words. He is highly protective of his friend, Alyx Phoenixus, and often ends up fending off constant Combine attacks. He distrusts humans a great deal after they poached his parents and injected him with the DNA of a King Cheetah, and has nearly bitten his "handlers" on several occasions. You may beat him down once, but he will spring up again, just as strong as before but a whole lot wiser from his defeat. If he sets his mind on a certain thing, I only hope your not the one standing in his way. In battle, he is a merciless war machine, and only the toughest and most cunning even have a chance against him. He holds a grudge for a long time, and rarely sulks.
Ｈ ｉ ｓ ｔ ｏ ｒ ｙ : Subject was brought to the laboratory at a young age of nine-and-a-half months. Subject was tested upon and injected with King Cheetah DNA at the age of ten months, and has been raised and studied since then.
Ｗ ａ ｒ ｎ ｉ ｎ ｇ ! Ｆ ｉ ｌ ｅ ｃ ｏ ｒ ｒ ｕ ｐ ｔ . Ｉ ｎ ｖ ａ ｌ ｉ ｄ ｉ ｎ ｆ ｏ ｒ ｍ ａ ｔ ｉ ｏ ｎ ."Is that all the data you've managed to compile after all these long years?"Gordon was born into a small family of five during a particularly bad thunderstorm in late summer. His parents parents taught him and his two siblings how to hunt when they were six months old. After that, Gordon ventured out nearly every day to learn what he could about the world and it's inhabitants. He was fascinated with the furless two-legged creatures that would walk along the river near their den with their so-called "dogs", and always seemed to want to learn more about them. One of his siblings was killed by a bobcat when he was seven months, and his other sibling left to run with another pack at the age of eight months. The month before the attack was peaceful, even in late winter. The snow has partially melted, and the meager sun tempted out quite a bit of prey. At around nine months, his world was completely upended. The peaceful snowy life he had lead was shattered. After a bad blizzard, out of season for that area, a trained hound dog ratted the wolf family out of their den. They fled, and his parents were shot on the run.
With a strangled cry, little Gordon crouched in the shadows as his parents were slain by the two-legged creatures. They're magnificent grey and red coats splattered with ruby splotches, the snow beneath them crimson as the brown and black hounds circled. The creatures laid his parents in a box trailing behind them, when one of the hounds discovered a terrified Gordon and bayed to it's masters. The hound snatched him up by the scruff of his neck, and he wailed again as it's teeth drew blood. He felt it, hot and sticky, as it trickled down his shoulder. One of the three creatures made a startled sound and knelt down to Gordon's eye level. One of the others made a concerned noise and reached out to touch the other one, who shrugged them off as it gazed at Gordon. He whimpered again, quieter than before as he wondered what was about to happen to him. The answer came as a sharp sting on his shoulder, and he yelped with fright, before succumbing to the darkness that now dimmed his vision.
He woke in a dark area, roaring loud in his ears. A bump bounced him into the air, and his aching shoulder let it's disapproval be known. He yelped as his head whacked against something cold and unforgiving. An angry sound came from up ahead, and he could kind of see one of the creatures glaring at the other, who responded with an irritable growl. His pained shoulder started aching, and a miserable Gordon curled up and let the shadows claim him once again.
Gordon woke again as the roaring was subsiding to a dull grumble, and it sharply yanked left. He gave a quiet whimper as his neck stung where the hound had bit him, and he heard clicking and thumping coming from outside. He heard the excited jabbering of one of the creatures, but was too tired to care. Suddenly, he was in the air, and he stumbled as the floor slanted down. Bright light blinded him temporarily as the silhouette of the creature appeared in the exit. The excited sounds again, and he felt it's long paws wrapping around his stomach and he yelped as he was sharply pulled up. The creature seemed intent on examining him, and his mouth was painfully pulled open and something shone in his eyes. Bobbing it's head, the thing placed him back in the box and shut the door. More jabbering, then all at once, the crate was again airborne, and the roar began again, although quieter this time. Wobbling upright on the unsteady plane, he peered out through the slats in the material, and watched forlornly as the wintery desert vanished behind a closed door, and an ominous boom.Ｄ ｏ ｅ ｓ Ｓ ｕ ｂ ｊ ｅ ｃ ｔ ｋ ｎ ｏ ｗ Ｐ ｒ ｏ ｊ ｅ ｃ ｔ " Ｒ ｏ ｕ ｇ ｅ " : Subject has passed project "Rouge" several times, yet has not taken interest in her. Subject seems ignorant to her existence.
Ｗ ａ ｒ ｎ ｉ ｎ ｇ ! Ｆ ｉ ｌ ｅ ｃ ｏ ｒ ｒ ｕ ｐ ｔ . Ｉ ｎ ｖ ａ ｌ ｉ ｄ ｉ ｎ ｆ ｏ ｒ ｍ ａ ｔ ｉ ｏ ｎ ."I have seen Rouge, and I learned her name from a friend, but I really wasn't that interested in socializing with another test subject at the time, and later, when I wanted to know what she had gone through, I could never find her.Gordon has met Rouge, but has not talked to her or learned anything about her aside from the gossip he picks up from the other wolves.
A d i t i o n a l i n f o r m a t i o n : Ｓｕｂｊｅｃｔ ＂Ｒｉｃｋａｒｒｉｓｏｎ＂ ｗａｓ ｂｅｉｎ ｗａｓ ｗａｓｂｅｉＳｕｂｊｅｃｔ  ＂Ｒｉｃｋａｒｒｉｓｏｎ＂  ｗÿ
Ｗ Ａ Ｒ Ｎ Ｉ Ｎ Ｇ ! Ｆ Ｉ Ｌ Ｅ Ｃ Ｏ Ｒ Ｒ Ｕ Ｐ Ｔ ! Ｗ Ａ Ｒ Ｎ Ｉ Ｎ Ｇ , Ｗ Ａ Ｒ Ｎ Ｉ Ｎ Ｇ , Ｗ ａ Ｒ ｎ ｉ Ｎ ｇ ｇ ｇ ｇ ｇ -~//Notice: All wolves can use slight telekinesis in order to lift and fire / wield bows / guns / swords etc.)
From the point of view of GordonGordon sat with his head low, watching the scientists as they hurried from place to place in the facility. He was sick of this game they played, sending people in to examine him, to "help" him socialize. To judge
him. He snorted derisively, somewhat amused by the thought of their panicked voices last time that happened. She thought she could understand what it felt like to be trapped in this atrocious place, day after endless day, hour after hour of being watched, scrutinized, studied.
He had snapped at her and broken her forearm. That was only a small sample of his frustration. They had stopped sending people in after that incident. The break was... enjoyable. He had gotten more rest during these past hours than before, yet he suspected that they would... "release", him soon. Release would be better than this living hell.
He remembered one of his close friends saying after they had torn a man's leg open to the bone. He had been released soon after, and Gordon had never seen him again after that final confrontation. Ah, here they come
he thought to himself as two men in Hazardous Environment suits approached the lock. The air hissed as the pneumatic arm opened the plexiglass doors. One man carried a stun baton, and the other carried a metal muzzle and a stiff leash. Gordon rose to his full height, glaring at the men as they approached. He need not fear release. It would be a far sight better than this. His tail rose into the air as they stopped a meter in front of him. He had discovered that when he stared at them with his supposedly "blind" green eyes that it unnerved them. These men did not appear to be an exception. The one on the left approached him with the muzzle in his right hand while the other slowly raised the baton. The left hand man lunged, but what Gordon hadn't sensed was the man with a club behind him. The baton had been to distract him, he realized as the air whistled behind him and his vision flared red, then black. From the point of view of AlyxAlyx had been released last week, and had explored the forested mountain area outside of City 17, evading the Combine packs roaming the area with the skill born of many fights. She heard a commotion, and, wondering what it was now, crept back through the shadows and bushes to where she could lay down comfortably and watch. A helicopter reminiscent of the one that had dropped her off here was setting down in the clearing up ahead. The blades whipped the forest into a frenzy and the noise made her want to run away, but she was curious. Who were they dropping off now? Mentally running through a list of names she considered each of the more aggressive ones. Raven? No, she's too shy around humans... Lightning? No, he would more likely dance just out of reach... Jack? He might, but I doubt it...
As two men stepped out with a crate lifted between them, and the third one, the pilot, shut down the helicopter and she made out some voices. Pricking her ears to better catch the strange chattering voices of the humans, she heard them say "...bit a woman last week...broken arm...stupid green eyes...don't know why they put cheetah DNA in him...should be put to sleep..." Green eyes, cheetah DNA... the only wolf I know like that would have to be Rickarrison.
Suddenly eager, Alyx watched with renewed interest as they unlocked to crate and pulled the cot out. Sure enough, there was Rickarrison. They pushed him off the cot, and slid the cot back into the crate. From where she was watching, even with the leaves and branches in the way, she could see the tip of Rickarrison's tail twitch, and heard a slight growl. The men in the orange suits obviously heard it too, and hurried to lash the crate down. Once it was secure, the roar increased in intensity and the helicopter lifted up and turned southeast toward the facility. Rickarrison started to stir, and Alyx rushed out of the bush and crouched near him, eyes alert for the Combine. She knew they would have seen and heard the chopper, and would be running to see who it was.From the point of view of PortalisPortalis was watching the chopper from the sky, and as it pulled away, back to the facility, she noticed a gray and white rainbow maned wolf enter the clearing the chopper had just left, tucking her wings and entering a steep dive, she dropped to a couple hundred feet in the air before snapping her wings open to halt her decent. She winced as her wing shoulders started to ache badly. She began to circle the clearing, waiting to see what would happen. The wolf must have spotted her shadow, for she looked up and watched her progress. Satisfied that she wasn't a vulture or other buzzard, the wolf continued watching the forest in front of her, guarding the other wolf until he woke up. On some of her flights over the facility, she had spotted these two wolves, often together, and had assumed they were friends. When she spoke of this to her old friend, Chained, he mentioned that he had met both. The cheetah hybrid was a male by the name of Gordon Freeman and the rainbow haired one was a female named Alyx Phoenixus. They, like her and Chained, were enemies of the Combine, which, in Portalis's eyes, rendered them as potential allies for the Resistance. Now that they were both out of the facility, she might be able to recruit them, but Chained was more placating than her. Her "royal" lineage and upbringing still held sway over a lot of what she said, and she found it difficult to be humble. Wheeling to face the northeast, she spotted four black shapes winging their way toward her. She growled deep in her throat as she flapped her wings to gain altitude. They rose with her, and she realized they would intercept her, and it would come to a fight. Smiling with a grim satisfaction, she cupped her wings to better catch the air and to speed herself along. The black wolves drew steadily nearer, until she could almost resolve the faint grey markings on each of them. One climbed above her, and she twisted in the air and drew her claws down his belly, leaving bloody furrows. He shrieked and swooped past her. Twisting back over, she collided head on with one of the other three, and he snapped at her ear. Snarling as his blow connected, she snapped at his face and embedded her fangs in his nose. Growling with the pain, he wrenched his muzzle free and slammed a paw across her muzzle. Hissing as her vision flashed, she drew away from him. Glancing up, Portalis saw another one climbing above her, she snarled and rammed into his stomach, knocking the wind out of him. As he flailed, wheezing for breath, she dove into the one who had bashed her on the muzzle and snapped at his neck. Her fangs connected, and she wrenched her head to the left, dropping the corpse as she heard the crack
that signaled death. By, now, the the other had recovered, and attacked her from above, driving it's claws into her shoulders and flanks and snapping at her ears. She pulled her right wing in to start spinning, before pulling the other one in. The result was a very fast spiraling dive, that had thrown off tougher opponents. The Combine was flung off into open space, droplets of her blood following. Snapping open her wings, she rammed into him again, this time swatting at his head. Her paw struck him across the neck, breaking it. Three down, now where's that last one?
Looking all the way around her, she spotted the fourth frantically flying toward the west. She snorted. And good riddance.
Her wounds aching, she flew on toward the Resistance Headquarters. The trip only took about three minutes, and she entered a steep spiraling dive as she neared it, before opening her wings and gliding over for a smooth landing on the helipad. Punching in the four-digit access code, she stepped inside the stone base and descended into the bunker.From the point of view of ChainedChained paced the floor, a mixture of worry and excitement coursing through him. He turned around again and started back to the opposite wall, thinking. Gordon Freeman and Alyx Phoenixus are some of the best fighters, and have foiled the Combine time after countless time. It would help our cause greatly if they could be persuaded to join, but how to find them? I haven't wings, and Portalis isn't very good with words. If we ran, we might make it there before sundown, but even that would be pushing it... well, in a situation like ours, every move is a gamble, and it's always your life. The penalty would be the same, but the rewards are greater.
With his mind made up, he turned again to Portalis, who had finally escaped the medics who had been patching up her wounds. "Could you take me there?" he asked.
"I don't see why I couldn't" she responded. "When could you be ready?" Thinking over his options, he decided he should at least bring his bow.
"I just need to find my bow and I'll be set." Looking around his room, he trotted over to his bed and stretched a paw underneath, his claws catching on the bow and the quiver. He yanked them out and slung the quiver over his back, with his bow strung over his shoulder. "Ready"
"Follow me" she said, quite unnecessarily, and stepped out of the room. Chained followed right behind her as they ascended to the surface. Passing a wolf in the corridors, one of the more important figures in the Resistance, he glanced over at them.
"Where are you off to?"
"Portalis spotted Alyx and Gordon southwest of here, and we're going to pick them up" he replied.
All the wolf did was nod. "Watch out for Combine. Our scouts noted unusual activity south of here."
Chained nodded. "We'll give them reason to steer clear of here if we run into any groups"
Continuing to the top, he began to wonder exactly how far they would need to go.
"How far southwest, exactly?" he queried.
"About seven and three fourths miles." Closer than I hoped
Chained noted. The door swung open and the pair stepped out into the fading light. With a determined grin on his face, he said "Shall we then?"
"Race you" was her only reply as she leaped off the platform. He jumped down after her, landing with a soft oof.
Portalis set the pace as a quick trot, and the wolves vanished into the forest without another sound.From the point of view of GordonSlowly coming to, he cracked open his eyes, slightly blinded by the light. He groaned as his head pounded where the club had struck, and he pushed himself upright. Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted a flash of movement, and he swung his head around, ready to defend himself if they had hostile intentions. He relaxed slightly as he saw it was Alyx.
"Gordon! You're awake!" she yipped.
"Thanks for telling me. I had no idea." he replied, voice dripping with sarcasm. His stomach rumbled, and he realized his last meal had been two nights ago, whenever two nights ago was. Alyx noticed his stomach, and had to hide a small smile.
"I did find a couple rabbits around here, or is the mighty hunter too tired?" she teased with a sparkle in her eyes.
"I could," he stated, " but I don't think I can right now, what with this headache."
Shaking her head in that way of hers, she dragged two rabbits from one of the bushes that ringed the small clearing.
"I came prepared. Lucky duck."
"A duck isn't lucky anymore after being eaten."
"Good point" she murmured, looking thoughtful for a second. "Anyways," she let the thought hang there as she pushed one of the rabbits toward him. Being as famished as he was, it only took a minute or so for him to strip the rabbit clean. By then, he had perked up a little, and was more observant. The trees were short and thick, with thick underbrush between them. The grass had a beaten down look, as if from many helicopter landings. There was the scent of rabbit, and he thought he could hear running water nearby. Standing up, he padded over to the bushes. Some had thorns, but the majority had broad leaves. There seemed to be a path worn into the earth, and there were many paw prints and many stale scents of wolves come and gone. Curious to explore, he ducked through the bushes, pushing his way through the relatively few branches, until he emerged on he other side. He could hear Alyx following him.
"There is a stream a few hundred feet left. It's cold, and tastes like mountain water, even though it's relatively flat around here."
"You seem to know this place fairly well." he noted as he started off in the direction she had indicated.
"You tend to memorize things like that after hanging around a bit." Having reached the stream, they stopped and drank their fill. She was right,
he thought, surprised. It does taste like mountain water, even though it's flat. Odd.
Having sated his thirst, Gordon again examined the area. It was open, and very, very flat. Almost abnormally so. Something felt so familiar, yet so strange, like a puzzle piece facing the wrong way around, and he just couldn't make sense of it. A twig snapped. Gordon whipped his head around to the right. Twigs didn't snap of their own accord. A shadow flickered in the bushes before stilling. His eyes narrowed as he caught a whiff of an oddly familiar, but slightly different, scent."Combine."
he snarled.From the point of view of Alyx"Combine."
Alyx was instantly alert, and now that her attention had been drawn to it, the scent on the air was definitely Combine. Knowing that Gordon would not want to talk with nearby enemies, she kept her observations to herself. ~WIP~Ｐ ｈ ｏ ｔ ｏ ｇ ｒ ａ ｐ ｈ ｓ :
Subject watching the night sky.
Photo taken by "corrosive_limes"
Subject... glowing?
Photo taken by "corrosive_limes"
A couple sketches of subject
Sketches drawn by "corrosive_limes"
A sketch of subject and observations.
Sketched by "corrosive_limes"
Subject escaping a "Combine" controlled base.
Photo stolen by "corrosive_limes"
Subject attacking a scanner robot in a "Combine" controlled base.
Recording stolen by "corrosive_limes"Storm Rising
The breaking dawn, the peaceful dawn
The bright white snow, the crisp clean snow
Fresh silence, broken silence
The thunderclap preceeding the storm
Proud grey ears, curious grey ears
The silent paw of the hunting wolf
Brown pelt, light pelt
The hound dog sees
Quick as bounding rabbits, speedy rabbits
The Stormbringer has spoken
Red roses bloom, the wolf's wild call
Brown fur, brown pelts
The hound dogs come
The storm rising
Poem by corrosive_limes
Gordon Freeman saved my life~
