They think I'm a monster, yet what am I really.
A creation, made by their own cruel idea of science.
I will never be able to hold a lover
Never able to comfort the wounded
All because of my instincts.
When I smell blood, all my thoughts freeze.
I can sense their fear.
I can hear their hearts.
I can see where you are hiding.
I could be silent, but that would ruin the fun.
My voice is soft, barley a whisper.
Yet by the way your heartbeat quickens,
I know you heard me.
Come out come out, wherever you are
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Username:
River Song
Name:
Jager, meaning hunter in Dutch, and Indominus, meaning unstoppable. Jager is said as Yah-ger.
Gender:
Male
Personality: Jager is harsh and unforgiving, his years trapped in a cage making him bitter and cold. He knows he can not get close to people, as he ends up hurting everyone he loves.Jager is terrified of the monster he would become if he gave in to his instincts, which he does at times, but tries his best to fight them. He will lash at people if they walk to close to him, and run from those who are scientists. His world is full of terror, and his earliest memory is one of pain. Although he is now free from captivity, he is still trapped by haunting memories.
Greatest secret:
Jager is blind. His unstable genes, although giving him great strength, cost him his vision. Instead of using sight, he detects things thermal energy.
Deepest regret:
Jager, when he first escaped,had not learned to control the hunt inside of him. He went on a rampage, killing at least five and maiming many others. He hopes to one-day forgive himself, yet he currently feels like he still has blood on his paws.
Deepest fear:
Jager fears he will fall in love. If anyone gets to close to him, he will attack. He has heard of what he did to his little brother, and promises to never let it happen again. It is for this reason he distances himself from others.
Themesong: Animal I have Become -Three days grace
EscapeA Indominus StoryThe den was cold and dark. Jager couldn't face what was out there. He didn't want to see the wide eyed stares of the pups, amazed at the monster before them. Even from here, he could hear their blood. The sound pulsed in
his ears, calling to him. Hunt, it said. Kill, it said. And the worst thing was, Jager wanted to. He sighed. He couldn't hide in here forever. If he was going to go outside, he might as well put on a show. Jager stood, his dark scales clinking softly. And then he charged. Baring his teeth as he sensed the pups looking toward him. His long legs quickly covered the ground between them. The feeling of the hunt surged up around him, filling his ears with the sound of their hearts and leaving a metallic taste on his tongue. Above the pounding of his paws, he heard a shriek. Jager surged forward, eyes alight with hunger. He let out a growl, sinking into a crouch. He knew exactly what he was doing, he had rehearsed this so many times. His muscles tensed, and he lunged forward, sailing headfirst into the glass barrier. More screams greeted him, and he let out a roar, drowning them out. The RPW's out there did not know this was all an act. They quickly scuttled backwards, as Jager narrowing his eyes at a pup whose paws were still pressed against the glass. He rested his head against the barrier, his hot breath leaving a patch of fog. His eyes bored into the pups, leaving an unspoken threat. The pup squeaked, looking around then frantically scrabbling away.
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Jager exhaled, his eyes narrowed. No visitors had come today, and the park was oddly empty. Boredom bit at his mind as he lounged in the bright sun. He stood slowly, shaking off the bits of dirt clinging to his fur and padded over to the carcass that had been left for him. He grabbed a large bone from the animal, letting the taste fill his mouth. The large grey RPW walked slowly back to the granite on which he sat before. He settled down, running his claws along the rocks cold surface. A wave of loneliness washed over him, as he thought of the life he could have had.
The grass was soft and green, blowing in a breeze that kept the otherwise scalding heat at bay. A small pup leapt amongst the dandelions, her fur grey like the RPW who watched over her.
`Look at the clouds daddy!`
Jager looked up at the cottony clouds that speckled the sky.
`Look honey, that one could be a rabbit!`
This voice was soft, and Jager looked over to see a Rpw, closely resembling his daughter.
`Mummy!' The pup laughed.
Jager smiled at his family, and then spoke.
And that one could be a-His daydream was broken by five gun wielding rpws approaching the cage. He bit down, the bone in his mouth letting out a large crack. This was his life. The family he had seen would never be real. He growled softly when he heard the click of his cages lock, and quickly camouflaged himself. He could hear their hearts beat quicken as the door swung open. They were just as scared as he was. The bone in his mouth splintered loudly as he bit down harder, nervousness gnawing at his mind. He heard the sound of static and voices over the radio, and felt a gun trained on him. They knew where he was. Of course they did. A dart flew forward, hitting Jager on his soft underbelly. He felt the tranquilizer entering his blood stream, and roared in outrage and panic before collapsing.
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The table under Jager was cold. Its stainless steel surface was completely polished, and shackles held the large rpw to it. He growled, pulling at his restraints. Nothing. He tried to shift his head, yet found it held in place by some sort of leather strap. All around him, he could sense the unsettling stillness of the air, the machines that buzzed and beeped in rhythm with his breathing. He was in a lab. The lab where he had been created. A women entered the room, and Jager sent a fake glance around the room.
"Jager" The womans voice was commanding. A growl from the restrained wolf was all she got in return.
'Now now," She cautioned, sending a pointed glance to a nearby tranquilizer. "I recommend you behave yourself." She pulled a clipboard from a table near Jager's, and began to question him.
"Name?"
"Jager Indominus."
"Age?"
"19."
"Family?"
"Deceased."
"What happened to them?"
"They died."
"Don't be sarcastic." What happened to your mother?"
"I was lab grown, they don't exist. Same goes for my father."
And your brother?"
"He died before he hatched."
"How did he die Jager?" She questioned, a cruel smile on her face. Jager glared at the light furred rpw, noticing her wight lab coat and name tag reading
Dawson.
"WEll mrs. Dawson, you have probably already heard the story. But if not, I will clue you in."
With a low growl, Jager began.
"Well you see, once upon a time in a lab, they meddled with animal DNA. Now, they started off with cloning fish, frogs and lizards. This, however was just the beginning. They went on to cats, and eventually they even cloned a rainbow paint wolf, and then they found the amber. That changed everything." His voice dripped with malice, and he looked as if he wanted to rip out Mrs. Dawsons throat.
"They cloned dinosaurs. People flocked to see them, yet, 6 years later, they were bored with these creatures. Sure, they were impressive, but, just not impressive enough. And so, the scientists created a hybrid. But it was not a simple dinosaur. They took genes from some of the smartest rpws, and many dinosaurs.They created a batch of three eggs. The first, never was alive. Yet two, they survived. And they were going to be perfect.They were incubated together, yet one hatched first. It heard the blood of his brother. It felt the thrill of the hunt, and attacked the other egg, breaking the shell and killing the creature inside. It was hungry after just hatching, that it ate the other animal. The scientists quickly transported the creature to a small crate, and then a larger, concrete pen. The debate began. What should they do with this creature. Kill it? No. They had poured time, money and resources into this hybrid, and decided to name him.
Jager IndominusThe untameable hunter. The brother killer. The monster. And so they moved me. Into a cage meant for two. Me and my brother. The brother I killed."
Jager winced at these words, his eyes shining with remorse and tears.
"They fed me every day, gave me water, toys, whatever I needed. Except for love. I have always been alone. For 18 years I stayed in the cage. And then they took me here. The end."
A tear traced the side of Jager's cheek, outlining his teeth.
"Touching story." Dawson's voice was unfazed. She pulled a small vial from her jacket. walking to Jager's tail and taking a paint sample. She layer that on a shelf, and pulled out a file. She ground down Jager's claws, until they were dull and stinging. She added some of the shavings to a vial, and prepared to take more samples. Fur, scare, saliva, blood, skin. She quickly pressed a tranquilizer into his neck, and Jager collapsed.
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Jager was back in his cage.v He stood, joints aching, and stretched. His short claws were tender, and the side of his neck stung. He turned to the cow carcass, shocked to see countless flies buzzing over its flesh. How long had he been away?He swept his gaze over the cage, floor, making sure nothing had changed.he looked over the walls, and to is surprise, the door was slightly ajar. This was his chance. He crept over, and with a few attempts, the heavy door swung open. A rush of cool air filled Jager's face with a fresh bombardment of scents. He shifted, tasting the wind for the first time. The large row stepped forward. A smile broke on his face and he narrowed his red eyes. The smile widened, turning into a wicked grin. He was free. The instincts of the hunt kicked in. He sensed many bodies to the south. He could sense their movements, their hearts, and he could here the blood rushing in his ears.
"And soon"
He thought, letting out a twisted growl.
"I will taste it."
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