The air in holding room 254 was almost cold enough to be uncomfortable if one did not have the luxury of a warm bed to sleep in, surrounded by fluffy blankets to keep the bite of chill temperatures away from bare skin. Only the hybrids that were on thier best behavior got such treats, and Cilian had most certainly Not been behaving. He was a rare breed, one that the scientists of the capital city had been trying to get for years but hadnt succeeded at..until his parents at least. What they hadnt counted on however was the fact that his mother would run with him to spare her son the indignity of becoming someone's pet, and she had by some miracle evaded the hunters for nearly 15 years before they were caught and brought back.
Cilian was a tiger neko, one of the only ones in existance since the extinction of the animals that had brought about the first hybrids a few hundred years ago. Now with the dwindling genetic pool lowering chances for breeding such a highly sought after new pet; he was coveted by the scientists and rich men alike. They had caught him, and he had been living in the kennels for 3 years. Now that they once again had thier golden boy back in the labs, they were not going to take chances. Cilian was nearly feral after all, having lived 15 years of his life away from thier clutches, but they were determined to make him into the perfect pet.
They had bred his genetic code for submissivness and they were sure that once they found the right trainer thier fiesty prize would settle quickly enough, but for now he remained defiant. At thier wits end they decided to call in the foremost scientist and trainer for wild hybrids that they knew, hoping that he could finnaly tame the wild neko.
Cilian was curled on the chill floor of his cell with his back to the wall, trying to conserve body heat. When he was able to be viewed properly the 18 year old hybrid was truly a sight to behold. A large pair of fuzzy tiger ears with black slightly pointed tufts of fur stuck out of his shaggy but silky dark black hair, his skin was creamy white, and while it was marred by various small wounds from previous attempts at taming, once alowed to heal it would be smooth and unblemished. Around the temples and down his fore arms and calves were faint stripes that further showed his heritage. His tail, wich was curled loosely over one of his hips, was dark orange at the base and faded to a pure white at the fluffy tip, and black stripes zigzagged across the fur to compleate the decoration. Cilians build was slight, but not entirely child like, lean muscle that denoted the hidden grace and power adorned his body. His eyes were a stunning gold, with splashes of emerald green around the faintly cat like iris's and two little fangs would be seen when his mouth was open. All in all he was impressive to gaze on, a worthy pet for any noble who had enough money to purchase him.
Cilian was a tiger neko, one of the only ones in existance since the extinction of the animals that had brought about the first hybrids a few hundred years ago. Now with the dwindling genetic pool lowering chances for breeding such a highly sought after new pet; he was coveted by the scientists and rich men alike. They had caught him, and he had been living in the kennels for 3 years. Now that they once again had thier golden boy back in the labs, they were not going to take chances. Cilian was nearly feral after all, having lived 15 years of his life away from thier clutches, but they were determined to make him into the perfect pet.
They had bred his genetic code for submissivness and they were sure that once they found the right trainer thier fiesty prize would settle quickly enough, but for now he remained defiant. At thier wits end they decided to call in the foremost scientist and trainer for wild hybrids that they knew, hoping that he could finnaly tame the wild neko.
Cilian was curled on the chill floor of his cell with his back to the wall, trying to conserve body heat. When he was able to be viewed properly the 18 year old hybrid was truly a sight to behold. A large pair of fuzzy tiger ears with black slightly pointed tufts of fur stuck out of his shaggy but silky dark black hair, his skin was creamy white, and while it was marred by various small wounds from previous attempts at taming, once alowed to heal it would be smooth and unblemished. Around the temples and down his fore arms and calves were faint stripes that further showed his heritage. His tail, wich was curled loosely over one of his hips, was dark orange at the base and faded to a pure white at the fluffy tip, and black stripes zigzagged across the fur to compleate the decoration. Cilians build was slight, but not entirely child like, lean muscle that denoted the hidden grace and power adorned his body. His eyes were a stunning gold, with splashes of emerald green around the faintly cat like iris's and two little fangs would be seen when his mouth was open. All in all he was impressive to gaze on, a worthy pet for any noble who had enough money to purchase him.