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Jack was humming merrily to himself, a large pack on his back, as he walked to the front gate. He had a spring in his step and a smile on his face. Most of the people who saw this were wise and kept well away from the odd, mad doctor Jackal. Because a Jackal in a good mood usually meant a dead body was soon to follow ...

"Reynold!" he cooed, seeing the mercenary right where he'd expected him. "So glad you're on time! Well, lets go, hop too it!" Jack led the way through the man made 'clearing' right outside the metal wall around the base proper. The doctor hopped from severed stump to severed stump of what had once been trees, having a glorious time. "So, Reynold, How many beasties do you see on average when you go out? One? Two? A dozen? Oh, and have you seen and animal-people lately?" Jack laughed, a loud, odd sound that startled quite a few of the 'birds'--odd, rainbow-winged lizards the size of small birds--into squawking and chirping flight. "Oops. Oh well, we still have all day to hunt! Onward!" Jack declared, scaring even more of the little critters away, and marched towards the forest line of trees that hadn't yet met a chainsaw.

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Jack hurried alongside Reynold, glad when it seemed there would be no pursuit of any other half-humans. At least, not for now. Any way, they made it back within sight of the base without any further trouble. Not even something trying to eat them. Perhaps the animals had learned to be wary of the mankind now rooted in their forest, wielding guns and weapons built for the sole purpose of death? The scientist laughed loudly, drawing some attention of the men and women within ... who stared at the returning pair with wide eyes. Or, more specifically, at their prize. "Back off, vultures! This one's going to get all tidy and snug in his new home before you lot get to touch! Back! Back! HAHAHA!" Actually, no one had been moving in for a closer look, but Jack felt it best to make the point clear. "Okay Rey, the cages are this way~" The doctor led the mercenary to where the building where live animals were kept, close to the labs. It was a building made entirely of metal; only the floor being concrete. Inside, metal-bared cages linned the walls. Jack brought Reynold to the biggest one available.

Right now, the only other live animal was a striped deer in the opposite corner. Jack went into the cage next to the wolf-man's new home, and released the bat before quickly exiting and locking the cage. Jack watched curiously as the flying animal dove and glided from one end of her cage to the next, raging a few moments, before settling down in a corner, moodily hissing, stomach large. Oh yes, she was a fatty. And Jack knew it wasn't from eating. With an excited little giggle, the doctor then looked at Reynold with one of his grins. "Ready? Lets go get you fixed up then and leave these two to ... get comfortable."

Just outside of Neo America ... Carrel watched in the hidden darkness of the trees as the prince was dragged in, but didn't come out. The panther knew his options ... and decided to risk himself a little. He would wait for night. Then ... he would scout. Carrel would be careful, but he also knew the prince had to be helped. These metal wielders with strange legs and stranger ways ... who knew what they would do with the imprisoned prince? His mind could not even produce a guess.

The deer houghed at the two newcomers, lowering its head to show its antlers threateningly, but seemed to loose its gusto after a while of hoof-stamping and growling.

The female flapper, however, remained agitated. She would settle at a corner of her cage for a few moments, then flap to another, or walk weirdly on all fours, her wing thumbs making surprisingly good front 'feet' for moving on the ground. Her tail lashed in agitation, and she clearly was searching for something the cage did not have. Like a proper dark den to hide herself in while in such a vulnerable state. She hissed and spat her displeasure, ears flat, but eventually found a good spot at near the top of the bars to latch onto with her back feet. Hanging, she folded her wings around her body, and seemed to find comfort in that.

Carrel found a spot to settle in near the human 'village,' nesting in the trees and carefully sharpening the small dagger owned. He may not have chosen the life of a warrior, but living with a family of them had taught him much.

Droka was still in his little corner, his ears slightly twitching to the noise of the other two animals. He didn't like it here and he knew they didn't either. His ears perked up when someone entered, listening. He looked up to see that odd redheaded creature. He growled a bit then warily watched him. He didn't understand a word the man said. He sat up a bit as the man laid out that food in the cage of the Flapper. His stomach grumbled at the thought of food. He sighed before rubbing his arm. The little wound had healed up a bit. He was just glad it wasn't on the arm of his tattoos. The top was of his royalty. The second was of his skill as a hunter. The third represented his great ability to tame almost any animal. And the last told of his amazing archery skills.

He watched the Flapper as she just hung there until she got the food. He sniffed the air. Some of those berries weren't very safe. And that Flapper was expecting, wasn't she. Was he trying to kill her and her babies. Droka shook his head, not wanting to think about it. It was then that the strange man came to his cage. Droka glared at him, sitting there like the wolf he was. The thing was trying to communicate with him again. Well... Might as well give it a shot. "J.... Jjjaa... Jaa... Jaaacckk... Jaacckk.." This language was so weird to him.

Droka's ears twitched when the other clapped. He seemed happy that Droka could say his name in that language. The wolf played with his earring a bit as he continued to talk. He scratched behind his ear with his foot, must like a wolf, when the man tried asking his name. Droka didn't understand all that well. But the signing helped. The gears ground in his head as he tried to figure it out. "Prince... Droka," he said, though it would most likely sound very foreign to the aliens ears. He pursed his lips, wondering if the man understood or not.

Droka's ears usually perky ears drooped down as his title was completely mispronounced as well as his actual name. He growled a bit, being called something else. His head tilted to the sided when the man continued on then spread his arms out, almost falling over. Such a strange creature. It was then that two fruits were presented to the prince. He sniffed near each. he was more inclined to the perfectly edible fruit, his tongue slightly poking through his lips. This was a habit of his when he saw something he wanted to eat. He did it when he was little and never grew out of it. His mother thought it was adorable and still does.

Droka would have preferred meat but fruits were a part of his diet as well. And he was really hungry right now. Even if it was from this strange creature, he wanted something to eat. He couldn't smell anything wrong with the fruit he was staring at it. It should be okay.

Droka's head tilted to the side once again as the creature laughed, tongue still sticking out the way it did. Laughter was the same in all languages.. He stood when the man stood, getting the fruit before it hit the floor. He didn't like being fed this way but food was food. The strange thing began talking again. Droka watched his mouth as he spoke, trying to make sense of what he was saying. Didn't help at all. Then the other pulled ore food out. Ooh, meat. He nibbled on the fruit as he grabbed the dried meat. He sat back down on the floor, looking at the man as he ate.

He stared at the other's hand as he ate. What was he doing now? Droka wasn't sure. But, maybe if he acted peacefully, nothing to harsh would happen. Maybe he could even get these strangers to leave the forest alone. Droka didn't always like fighting. It was best trying to go for a peaceful way out before things got violent. Well, except the skirmish in the forest. After he was done with his fruit, Droka sniffed at that hand, the seed in hand. It smelled odd. Like blood. But not just his blood. Other creatures too. Interesting. What did this thing do? After sniffing at that hand, Droka stood again. He took Jack's hand in his own, looking at the scratches. It was then that he put the fruit core into the man's hand. Droka laughed a bit, thinking this a little comical, before going back to his corner and gnawing on the meat.

Droka stuck his tongue out again when the other laughed back at him. Droka chewed on the meat as he watched the creature named Jack. Interesting creature, he was. Droka felt a little accomplished. Nothing to horrible has happened to him besides the tiny wound from that strange weapon. He sighed as he looked at the fur cloth that was wrapped around said wound. It smelled like his mother. He finished his little meal then sniffed at the fur, thinking of his mother. It gave him a little comfort though. Don't worry, Mother. I'll make things right. I'll help our forest..

Droka curled up in his little corner. He knew he wouldn't be able to sleep though. He always liked being able to see the night sky before drifting to sleep. He had napped earlier but that's because he was tired. He wasn't as tired now and he knew he wouldn't be able to sleep. His room at home had a large window so he could see the sky no matter what. There were no windows here. Droka sighed again before letting out a quiet howl, curling into a ball.