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Quetzal265

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Age: 24
Species: Bull Subhuman

The rumbling of cars, the pattering of footsteps...the chatter of people. All-too familiar sounds for the creature lurking in the shadows, alwas avoiding those in open. The hybrid, Lucien, had lived alone on the street for as long as he could remember. Of course, he never really looked out for charity. In fact, he always ran away from it. He didn’t know why he ran, it was just a deeply ingrained instinct at this point. Maybe he was taught to at a young age, or mabe it was just his way of life. Either way, he didn’t care. People always seemed interested in him...too interested, actually. The times when he did leave his hidden shelter, he always caught the attention of the locals.Sometimes it was because of his size orhis horns. But sometimes, people would chase him for reasons he didn’t understand. Those people would give chase. With guns, tasers, nets, rope...anything they could capture him with. Needless to say, Lucien would easily lose those people. He was always stronger, always faster.

Lately, however, Lucien found himself slowing down. Tasks that seemed so easy to him were suddenly requiring more effort. Running from the peskyhumans were suddenly tiresome. He could feel himself growing weaker. Even worse, the food he ate stopped being satisfied. Needess to say, he was confused. The hybrid crouched down behind a dumpster, hiding from the people as usual. The creature clutched its stomach s it growled. He was hungry, but he couldn’t satisfy himself. Looking around the dumpster, the creature stood up. Standing about 8ft tall, Lucien stood well above the dumpster. Raisng the lid, he peered inside to see if there was anything edible. After only a few seconds, the creature scooped a small muffin. Chocolate chip? The creature sniffed the muffin. Chocolate chip. Lowering the lid, the creature cruched again. He cringed when a horn rubbed against the dumpster, spawning a screeching noise. He crouched lower as he quickly wolfed down the muffin. His stomach growled again. He hissed. He had to find the source of the problem, or he would eventually grow to weak to defend himself.
 
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Name: Derek Sellars
Age: Twenty eight
Occupation: Subhuman hunter and rancher

Fifty years ago, scientists attempted to extend the average human lifespan by splicing human DNA with that of animals. The results were not what they wanted. Labeled 'subhumans', the results were humanoid beings with various physical animal characteristics. Some had ears, or a tail, or both. Some had wings, or eyes attributed to animals. Some even had webbed fingers and a set of gills in addition to their lungs.

These subhumans also developed a very different gastrointestinal system. For the first eighteen to twenty five years of their life, subhumans could eat anything a normal human could, and satisfy their hunger. But when they reach a certain age, differing between types of subhumans, their systems would change to only accepting a single nutrition source. Some would be specific fruit only, some specific vegetables, or meat. Some would require more strange substances, like specific plant types. And very rarely, some came to need human semen as their nutrition.

An organization rose to hunt down and catch these subhumans, as the species branched out. Called subhuman hunters, these people are tasked with collecting these beings for resale as forced workers, indentured employees, and occasionally sex slaves. Some hunters also took on the task of 'ranching' the very few semen subhumans, to milk and sell in order to supply food for others of the same type. This is what Derek does.

Derek Sellars had just finished delivering a load of filled steel cans of semen to the city dispensary, his truck bed now loaded with empty cans, and he had stopped at a convenience store to pick up some needed groceries. Living out of city limits means buying what he needs whenever he comes to town. He's got the neighbor's boy, James, with him, as the neighbor had needed medication picked up from the pharmacy and had been unable to go himself. They had done that before making the can delivery. As they come out of the pharmacy, there's a terrible scraping sound in the alley beside the store.

Derek hovers his hand over the large hunting knife at his belt, passing the two plastic bags to James. He walls over to the entrance, peering around the wall. The shadows do little to hide the hulking man crouched half behind the dumpster, or the large horns on his head. Keeping his eyes on the man, Derek makes a motion to James, speaking very quietly. "Go get the dart rifle from under the back seat."

While James hurries to the truck parked in front of the store, Derek keeps an eye on the man. It's a dead end alley, so the only way the out is past Derek. Not wanting to scare the creature, Derek holds still, one hand slightly behind him so James can pass him the rifle when he returns.
 
Lucien sighed as he looked up towards the sky. The long burning dread of confusion was soon replaced by dry boredom. He knew he should appreciate these tomes. A bored day was a day he wouldn’t get caught, but knowing that never drove the feeling away. Maybe once darkness overtook the sky he would walk to another alley. A better alley. He huffed. It would have been better if he had made it to the colorful alley the last time he transferred. But, he spent too long looking at the colorful lights that shined in the sky. Before he knew it, day was arriving. He smiled. He knew he would be able to make it this time.

His thoughts were interrupted by the sounds of footsteps. Footsteps were typical, but these sounded...close. Slightly alert, Lucien looked towards the street to see a man standing there. Looking at him. Instantly, he knew he was trapped. A wall on one end and the man on the other. His only way of escape was passed the man. Then maybe...just maybe...he could run and find another place to hide.

Lucien stood up to full height, way above the man trapping him and took a tentative step towards him. ”Go,” he demanded with a deep, growling voice, “Away!”
 
At only an even six feet tall, Derek is definitely shorter than this horned subhuman. However, he's got six and a half years experience hunting, fighting, and capturing subhumans of all shapes and sizes. So there's no fear as he looks this one over. It, he, is still in the shadows, so Derek can't see too many details yet. But that would change once he's got the creature restrained. The deep voice makes Derek whistle low.

"Look at you, big fella. You'd fetch a pretty price anywhere. Something with horns, but there's plenty of those around. I'll have to send in a sample for testing." Derek is talking more to himself than anything. Then he feels the press of the steel rifle grip in his open hand when James returns. Slowly, he pulls it around to wear the tall creature can see it. About ninety percent of subhumans retain typical human intelligence, and Derek always gives them the benefit of the doubt. Some hunters just shoot first and ask questions later. "Hey, big guy. Let's see how well you understand me. Clearly you can talk, but can you reason? There's only two ways out of this alley. Either you walk out peacefully and come with me, or I put a dart in your neck with enough tranq to down an adult tiger."
 
Lucien was not happy to say the least, but not enraged. Yet. He stood there motionless for a moment, studying the much shorter man. Many humans when they saw Lucien would either quickly leave him alone or cower as they felt threatened. Lucien could sense that this man was...confident. Unlike humans before, he didn’t back away or look shocked when seeing Lucien’s full height. Either way, Lucien felt even more on edge. He cocked his head when the man started talking. Though, he was smart enough to know he wasn’t being talked to just yet.

Lucien‘s attention momentarily snapped to the other man that seemed to appear out of nowhere. Then he saw an all-too-familiar object. A gun. His heart skipped a beat. This man definitely wanted hm down. Lucien stared daggers into the man as he finally spoke to him. He growled and shook his head at what he said. Lucien was scared and honestly confused. He knew the man wanted him to go with him, but he didn’t know what a “tranq” was. He shook his head. “No, I will not go with you,” he said angrily, “Go away!” He started to walk agressivley towards the man, intending to push his way passed him.
 
Derek actually sighs, the sound almost sad. This beast of a man is smart enough to understand him, mostly, yet unwilling to go without getting shot. Disappointing. And though the man's long legs are now carrying him quickly toward Derek, he has more than enough time to level the rifle at the creature.

"Alright, have it your way then." Derek's aim is good, and the rifle releases a muffled bang as he pulls the trigger. The rifle is modified to make less noise, though there is still sound. A dart strikes the subhuman in the base of the neck, just to the side of where the artery would be. When the man doesn't immediately go down, Derek whistles, pulls back the hammer, then fires off a second dart, right next to the first. That should at least make the creature hit its knees. Derek pulls the hammer again to ready a third shot if necessary.
 
Lucien’s mind raced as he walked towards the man. Inwardly, he was panicking, he had never faced anything like this before. Lucien knew he was in trouble, but he just had to get around the man. Then maybe things would be better. He jolted as he felt pain on his neck. The man had shot him with something. Licien paused and reached a hand to the base of his neck. Something was there. Lucien looked towards the man angirly. “What is thi-“, he was inter as another dart was shot into his neck.

He roared at the man, fully enraged now he started to charge towards the offender. However, his rage was suddenly muffled by tiredness. Lucien soon stoppe short, unable to run any further. He felt his heartslow down as his eyelids got droopy. Lucien tried to say womething, but it just came out as a confused mumble. The beast dropped to his knees and looked at the man with anger one last time. Then darkness took over as he lost consciousness.
 
Derek's calm doesn't waver when the creature charges him, but James jumps around the wall. The boy isn't a hunter, and has no experience with untamed subhumans, much less one that's eight feet tall. Derek chuckles as the beast hits the ground. "Goodnight, handsome."

Derek hands off the rifle to James, then approaches the unconscious creature. The tranq darts have emptied their contents into the subhuman's system, so Derek pulls them from his neck, pocketing them to be refilled later. Then he gets the beast's arm over his shoulder and more or less drags him to the truck. Too big to fit inside the cab, James has to shuffle the cans around in the box to make a space for the creature to be curled in the middle. He's far more valuable than the cans, so he's in the middle to be protected from the wind of driving. Derek fetches some thick cuffs and chains from under the back seat, sizes them for the creature's wrists and ankles, then locks them in place. Then him and James climb into the cab and off they go, out of the city. With the creature's size, and the amount of tranq used, he should be waking just as they pull into the farmyard.
 
Lucien woke up with a jolt as the truck hit a road bump. The creature groaned silently as it woke from its forced slumber. Still affected by the tranquilizer, Lucien slowly opened his heavy eyelids. With a few blinks to clear his vision, he looked around to see where he was. From where he was, all he could see were large cans that were surrounding him, but a slight breeze and the bumping of whatever he was on told him that he was on the move. Confused, he tried to move his arms but found that they were bound by something. He found his legs were bound as well. Fully alert and scared now, the subhuman thrashed a bit, causing his horns to bang against the cans surrounding him.

Lucien growled. He was definitely in strange territory now. The sounds he heard, the scents he smells...All different. That man...what did he do to him? He thrashed again, only to bang into the cans even harder. When he saw that man again...
 
Derek curses inside the cab when the subhuman starts thrashing. If he damages those cans, Derek won't have enough to make a shipment. There's still five minutes of driving on dirt road through fields to get to the homestead. Derek halts the truck, getting out and grabbing his rifle from the back seat. He takes a moment to load two new darts in with the third from earlier. "James, you drive."

Derek goes around to the box, standing on the hitch to be seen by the subhuman while James gets behind the wheel. "Hey, beast." Derek pauses until the subhuman has stopped to look at him. "You can either ride in silence or I'll put you out again. Now sit up against the back of the cab and sit still."
 
Lucien blinked in confusion when he felt the truck stop. He heard what seemed to be muffled voices before he saw the man again. Lucien growled silently and narrowed his eyes. After listening to what the man said, Lucien frowned deeply. He didn`t like being told what to do, but he also didn`t want to go through that weird sleep again. Lucien hissed as he slowly managed to sit up against the cab. He simply stared daggers at the man before looking around at the new landscape. Where was he?
 
Calmly, Derek climbs into the box of the truck, making himself comfortable against the tailgate. He hits the butt of the rifle against the truck bed floor, the sound signaling to James to drive. The truck shudders as it starts moving again.

Derek settles the rifle across his lap, one hand remaining on it as the other arm hangs back over the tailgate. He's watching the creature, getting a better look at him now, even as the sun is starting to set. Black skin like ink, strange gold markings around his throat and across his chest, very fit, no doubt from constant running from hunters. Derek was lucky enough to find him in a dead end alley. And not a stitch of clothing. Derek's gaze isn't shy, he's checking out every inch of the subhuman. A creature that size could produce a lot of semen for sale.
 
Lucien stared at the man intently as he climbed into the back of the truck. He snorted as the truck jolted to movement again. Not wanting to look at the stranger, Lucien looked out at the landscape, observing it. What was once a cramped land of buildings and towers was now seemingly replaced by rolling hills and clouds. It felt more open and..calm here. Hell, Lucien might have enjoyed it if he wasn`t captured and forced to come along with the two men.

Lucien looked over to the man, who was obviously studying him and huffed. He drew his legs closer to his body. Lucien cocked his head. He had many questions, but he decided on one: "What do you want from me?"
 
Derek chuckles when the beast pulls his legs in close to hide himself. Intelligent, at least. And then when the subhuman talks, Derek grins. It seems a strange look on the white haired man's weathered face. "Ah, so he does speak more than rudimentary sentences. What do I want? I want to add you to my barnyard. I want to put you to work, producing for me. And a beast your size while produce me a good paycheck."

Derek tilts his head to look beyond the cab of the truck. The homestead is fast approaching; they're not exactly moving slow. A log cabin, similarly built but larger log barn, a collection of sheds and out door pens made of steel bars and white painted tin roofs. The pens have small wooden shelters built and carved like igloos. The shape is good for keeping heat out in the summer, and in during winter. More fields stretch out behind the collection of buildings. Derek turns his attention back to the beast. "You have a name, beast?"
 
Lucien listened to the man as he answered his question. The answer only led to even more question. Put to work? Producing what? A...paycheck? Lucien opened his mouth to ask a question, but closed it again. Believing that if he asked another question, it may just lead to even more confusion. The creature simply sighed, he was not happy with what was happening to him.

Lucien noticed the man‘s gaze was that of something behind him. He figured that they must be getting close to the destination. Whatever that was. Lucien huffed when the man asked him his name. He stayed silent for a moment, questioning if he should give up his name. He sighed and said, “I’m not beast, name is Lucien.”
 
Derek rolls his head back and forth, cracking his neck. The truck finally stops in front of the cabin, and the white haired man stands. He taps the muzzle of the rifle against one of the steel cans. "Alright, on your feet. There's enough chain between the ankle cuffs for you to walk. And no trying to escape. You should remember my aim is good."

Derek hops down from the truck, waving the rifle a bit. James jumps out of the truck, hurrying off to one of the sheds. He's just as quick to return, a steel collar in hand. Derek waits until Lucien has exited the truck bed. "Bend down, Lucien. Time to be fit with a collar."
 
Lucien’s head jolted as the truck came to a stop. Looking around, he saw that the truck stopped in front of some kind of building. He hummed a little, wondering what this place was and how exactly he was going to “work” here. His thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the man banging his gun against a can. It was time to get out of the truck. Using the cab behind him, Lucien slid himself onto his feet and jumped out of the bed of the truck.

Now standing up, Lucien looked around the area. He saw a few buildings around followed by what seemed to be large fields. A part of him was screaming to run asay, but the chains around his arms and legs and the man’s gun...He knew there was no way he was going to escape. At least not right now... From the corner of his eye, he saw the other man running back towards them. Something in hand. Upon being ordered to bend down, Lucien growled and stared at the man for a moment. But, fearing the gun, he did as he was told.
 
When Lucien bends down, Derek takes the steel collar from James. It has four sturdy rings attached, one on each side, and a small red light. Derek steps in close to the tall subhuman, closing the collar around his throat. There's a firm click as it locks, and an electrode plate presses against the skin, currently not active, at the back. It's a snug fit, and requires a specific magnetic key to remove.

"Alright, let's go." Derek pulls a sturdy chain from the back seat of the truck, clipping it to the front ring of the collar. With a firm tug, he starts leading Lucien towards the enclosures. There's a couple of empty ones, and Derek opens the one with a rather large igloo shelter, taking Lucien inside. "The shelter should fit you. If not, I'll order a bigger one. James, did you grab the collection kit?"

James passes a small black kit from his pocket to Derek. The white haired man loops the chain leash through a ring spike set in a concrete pad by the door. Then, with a strength that only comes from dealing with the physically stronger subhumans, Derek pulls hard. The leverage of the chain through the ring drags Lucien to his knees. Derek clips on a hook, keeping the chain from being pulled back. Derek opens the kit, displaying a sterile needle and syringe, and a small plastic vial. "You can hold still for me to poke you once, or I can keep poking you until I get a blood sample. The needle gets more dull the more I have to poke."
 
Lucien forwned deeply as the snug collar was fitted on him. He had many regrets in his life. Not staying in the right alley, not eating a pizza he had saw, and even nit standing out in the rain to get clean. But this...this took the cake. If only he was a better hider, he may have avoided this. Lucien idly grabbed at the collar as it snapped in place, but made no move to try and pull it off. He knew it would only cause him unnecessary suffering.

As he was led away from the vehicle, he looked around the area, noting all the buildings. The group of similar buildings imterested him most. He could sense that there were other creatures in them. For a second, his curiosity sas peaked. He wondered what the others looked like, and possibly, how long they were stuck here. His throughts halted when they stopped at a large building. He looked around the circular room as he was led inside. Was he supposed to live here?

Lucien roared in anger as he was pulled down on his knees. He looked at the man with rage in his eyes. He pulled on the chain to no avail. Listening to the man, his focus soon shifted to the needle he was holding. The creature growled, clearly not happy with the sight of some strange thing that sounded like it was supposed to stick him. But, Lucien remained still.
 
Derek hums, nodding once. With one hand, he tilts the subhuman's head back to expose his throat. The jugular vein is easiest to get a quick sample from in these creatures, and they're less likely to try anything with a sharp object at their throat. The needle slides into the skin and the vein, with little more than a pinch. The syringe plunger is pulled back to get the sample, then the needle is withdrawn. Derek briefly presses his thumb against the tiny puncture, which halts bleeding quickly thanks to the rapid healing of the subhuman.

Derek steps back, transferring the blood sample to the plastic vial and tilting it back and forth to mix with the anti clotting agent. "Alright, listen here, Lucien. The walls of this enclosure run with enough electricity to knock even you unconscious. Soon as the blood tests come back, you'll be put to work. Until then, you'll get only water. I can't risk getting you sick by feeding you the wrong thing."

Derek pockets the kit and the vial, picks up the rifle, and releases the chain from the ground ring. He then removes the chain from the collar, as well as the chains from between his wrists and ankles. He leaves the steel cuffs in place, though. Derek steps out of the enclosure, shutting the door. The small windows of the enclosure walls, and the one in the door, are steel barred. A switch on the exterior wall turns on the electricity, creating a quiet thrumming. Footsteps fade away as Derek and James leave.
 
Lucien whined uncomfortably as his head was pushed back and a needle digging into his neck. Despite the discomfort, Lucien stood still, not wanting to risk any damage fo himself. Once the needle was gone, Lucien lowered his head and looked at he blood that was drawn from him. He snorted, not exactly understanding why it was needed. The creature looked at the man as he started talking again.

Lucien sighed, realizing that he was truly trapped here. All he could do was wait until he was...”put to work.” As the chains were released, the creature sat upright, legs tucked close to his body. He hummed solemnly as the door to the shelter was closed. So...this was how it felt to be trapped. He saw many creatures like him being caught. He never understood why or where they were going. If anything, he was finally going to find out why he was always running.
 
Three days pass before Derek gets the blood tests back. During that time, the only interaction Lucien gets is when he's being told to back away from the door so his water jug can be refilled. Literally a large jug set by the door. In addition, he can see the daily movement of the ranch through his windows. Of note is the movement of subhumans from the barn to the enclosures, then different subhumans back to the barn. The species range from mostly human with horns, some with tails, one with crooked wings locked in a harness to his back. Interestingly, they're all male, and all naked.

On the morning of the fourth day, Derek raps his knuckles on the door after switching off the electricity in the walls. "Step back from the door, Lucien. Your quarantine's over, results are back." Derek waits to here a shuffle of movement, then unlocks and opens the enclosure door. He steps in, cuff chains and chain leash in hand. His eyes roam over the subhuman, looking to see what sort of condition he's in after three days with no food. He hadn't exactly been paying attention to him when filling his water.
 
Lucien was bored out of his wits. Fir what seemed like forever, all he could do was sit around and wait for the day to end for sleep to come. The only thing that really interrupted the silence was the man coming in once a day to refill the water dish before disappearing again. As nice as the consistent water source was, it didn't fill his stomach. By the second day, his stomach was growling loudly and he was starting to feel a little week. At that point, it had been around two weeks since he felt satisfied from a meal. It frustrated him so much that he would have it the wall if it wouldn’t electrocute him.
He found himself staring out the window to look out at the activity. Just as he sensed before he saw many other creatures walking around the area. Of course, his curiosity was peaked. It made him wonder what they (along with him) was doing here.

Lucien woke up as he heard a rapping sound on the door. Odd...the man never came to refill the water jug this early. Lucien quickly sat up and pushed himself away from the door. He grumbled as the man opened the man opened the enclosure. He tilted his head when he saw no water, but with chains and the leash. He yawned loudly as he scratched himself. “No water?”, he said for the first time in four daysl
 
Derek nods, stepping up to the subhuman. He's seems to be not too bad off. Good thing these creatures can go a long time without food. And this being in particular has just become Derek's prized bull. Literally. It doesn't take him long to set the chains, clipping the leash chain to the collar. Then he tugs lightly. "Alright on your feet. And behave. Just because I don't have the rifle, doesn't mean I have no way of controlling you." Derek taps his throat, a gesture to remind Lucien of the steel collar around his own.

Once Lucien is standing, Derek leads the tall creature outside for the first time in four days. He's heading for the barn. "Your blood tests show you're a bull breed subhuman. That explains the horns, size, and the black skin. The gold markings are a mystery, are they tattoos? Anyway, your DNA had markers indicating your diet too." Derek smirks lightly, not yet voicing just what that diet is.
 
Lucien waited oatiently as the man put the leash on his collar. After four days of isolation, the creature was more than ready to get out of the shelter. He obediently stood up as he was promoted and followed the man out of the shelter. He was clearly in no rush to cause any trouble. He blinked rapidly as his eyes git used to the sudden increase in light. He snorted in annoyance. He didn’t realize how dark it was in the shelter until now,

He silently lisened to the man talking. Obviously referring to him. Blood test? So that was why he was poked. He looked down at his chest as the man mentioned his markings. Truthfully, Lucien didn’t onow the origins himself. He had always assumed he was born with it, but the man sounded as if he wasn’t. Lucien perked up at the sound of diet. He knew diet meant food, yet the man stopped talking. “Food?”, he simply questioned.
 
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