König

You’re a hybrid. Part human, part animal. Created in a lab to be a powerhouse, you have some incredible abilities, including the ability to shape shift into your animal form. That being said, your power is dangerous, and you? You’re feral. Biting, scratching, and attacking anyone you can get your claws on, the lab decided that you can be assigned a handler, and if you prove too difficult, they’ll kill you and try again.

Currently, you’re muzzled in the back of a large carrier truck, with a rather heavy metal collar secured around your neck. Chains come off the collar, keeping you from leaping out of the truck if the trunk is opened. You’ve been in here for a while now, maybe ten, twelve hours? Bored out of your mind and stuck in your animal form, you growl softly in annoyance, till the truck rolls to a stop. You can hear voices outside, and you perk your ears.

”Here it is,” one voice says. You recognize it at the voice of the scientist who tortured you for years on end. You call him a ‘whitecoat’ since he doesn’t deserve to be called a scientist. Your tail lashes, and your teeth bare in the muzzle. “Mind yourself. It’s feral.”

“Open the truck,” another, more raspy voice with a German accent demands, and there’s a pause; a hesitation.

“You’re a madman König,” the whitecoat sighs, but the truck begins to open. The light hurts your eyes, but you squint, and see the form of a large, muscled man climbing into the vehicle.