Who: Caine Wise cainewise & Hayley Marshall crescentwolf What: A case of mistaken genomic identity. When: Saturday, May 23, midday Where: Test City Mall Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Bitchy hybrid mother, clueless splice, spoilers abounding for both their fandoms, and maybe language on Hayley's part but definitely not on Caine's since he's a well-trained mutt. Status: Closed/In Progress
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Test City Mall was filled with many humans at all hours in which it was open. Caine felt pleased to walk among them ensuring they were safe from any potential threats. He was not paid for his services, but he had never been paid for his services in truth. Splices rarely earned a wage. They were owned by whatever branch or individual had commissioned their creation. A splice typically had no needs which were not met by their owners. Caine did not understand enough of human thoughts to understand why his volunteering of his time at the mall was unusual.
Paul Blart was a great example of a human. He honored Caine with his time and trust in allowing him to help keep guard over the mall's population. Caine hoped if he received an offer of employ for the position of "Mall Cop" he would do Paul Blart proud. He would fight with every bit of skill he had acquired in his life to make certain no one regretted taking him on.
The Legion had bought him at a loss, yet Caine had proven worth twice his price in spite of his flawed genome.
Test City Mall would be no different. He would prove worthy.
A scent caught his attention which had him following it until he was near a young woman who appeared entirely human. She was lovely, not muscular or designed with an intent for either pain or pleasure he could tell. Caine could smell the Lycan part of her though it was masked by something else which he could not name off-hand without thinking of fairly unpleasant things. None of which he would dare accuse this unknown woman of being in league with or of the same ilk.
"Excuse me, miss. I find I have to ask. Of what design are you?"
Caine shook his head as he smiled awkwardly at her, "I'm sorry to ask so strangely while you are enjoying the shopping center. It is only I have not met any other Lycantant breeds outside those produced for The Legion of my home's Aegis. We could nearly be kin with how close to my own strain your scent is and I know this cannot be correct. You are no splice. I can see no mark on you for one and for another? You are something more than Lycan."
He turned his head slightly to show her the mark on his neck to illustrate what he meant by being marked as a Lycantant. His words might be unfamiliar to her, yet she would understand a brand. Every species understood the purpose of branding as far as Caine knew. He'd yet to meet one who didn't realize it meant one was owned. Perhaps that would be the next unusual thing he encountered in Test City, but what did he know? He was only one splice. Not even a very good one.
The House of Abrasax had never seen him coming when they had sought to destroy the recurrence of Seraphi. They had mourned their foolish mistake to dismiss him as no threat to them.