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Kal sits quietly in his cage giving the scientist an evil glare. He disliked the scientists and spent most of the time he saw them staring them down. He saw himself as the protector of the pack, what he considered the experiments, and he thought the scientists threatened them.

nortrix had been sitting in his cage practising his invisibility until he saw the scientist he heard his stomach growl and watched him patiently hoping the food would be good knowing it wouldn't be.

Frank sniffed the air, "Human." His eyes crinkled in an amused fashion and a malicious smile split his face. Quietly he began to slink towards the door. "Time for a little revenge," he chuckled. Even as he had said the words he could hear a key being inserted into the lock. He tapped his fangs with a claw, they seemed to be sharp enough.

Entertainment dribbled down into something that was not new to Dural, just never spoken out by anyone but the scientists. Usually the seating of hope, however minuscule compared to everyone on the opposition, was given the only chance to appeal. This was... someone dragging their chair to sit in front of the person speaking, forcing you look at what had previously been purposely ignored for good reason.

The Wacra stared at dry, unappealing, unceremoniously dumped, "food". Pieces of which had bounced off the cage floor in the wake of a cloud of dust. Dural batted a stray lump of the feed with a paw, aiming for the back of the scientist's head as he was geting ready to feed someone else.

Name: Rain
Species: Kogan (cat dragon)
Appearance: A furry dragon with cat ears and dainty little feline paws.
Skills: Soundless walker and flier, increased hearing, increased agility, can manipulate sleep patterns in others.
Personality: Very quite. Usually keeps to herself. If someone wants to play she's right on their tail to join in. Being able to manipulate sleeping pattern, she is quite the story-teller to keep dreams peaceful for others. Likes to help in any way possible.

[Why is everyone suddenly lacking any noise making?]

A cage. One lonely cage with nothing but viles, test tubes and lifeless metal around. The morning rounds would be coming soon.
"Oh goodie. Pricking and prodding at my body as I try to enjoy a breakfast of chemicals..." she sighed. Rain was not happy here. But she had no reason to leave. For freedom? She'd only be caught again. Since when is a dragon roaming the planet these days? There was howling down the hallway from another room.
"Oh dear. Looks like they got to Ignus..." Rain whispered. A sudden rage swept through her and she began to think. A way out. That's what she needed.

Ty's food was a bit unorthodox compared to what most of the pets were fed...his was a live feeder mouse that was usually genetically altered to be made plumper. He had since returned to the top of his cage upon the scientist sticking his hand in to drop the mouse in there. His wings slowly unfolded as his arms lowered, showing sharp claws meant for gripping and holding. He dropped from his perch like a stone, right onto the mouse, as his wings covered the sight of him feeding...the only sight of the mouse was it's rapidly twitching tail, which stuck out from under a wing...but it slowly stopped twitching...until it ceased all movement. Ty returned to his perch, his wings folding around him once again, the mouse laying on it's side and looking like it had been suffering from starvation for years, being drained completely dry.

Bradford leanes against the back of his cage opening his small eye, woken by the familiar odour of humans.
Then slowly approaches the strange mixture of lumps, that had been given to him.
Faintly in his sight. "This is called food?" He thinks to himself.
He carelessy shovelles some of the lumps into his small hands evenly, trying to think up something to do with it, before chewing on the "food" with a look of depression.

He continued to the back of his cage , which had been covered in small grains assorted food from befor.
He then sniffs into the air listening to the humans footsteps, while trying to blot out the conversation of the other people.
The variety of people in cages disturbes him.

Bradford continues to lean on the cage - Stroking his tail

"I hate it here,  they are right - this place is no fun, there must be a way out of here" Bradford mumbles then
closes his eyes with the steps of the human and the chatter of those in cages still in his proximity
"Maybe I should team up with them, well maybe..." he thinks "escape could be possible - but at what cost?"

"An escape is what I need," Rain said quietly to herself. She watched her hands clench and unclench as she thought of some sort of stratagem. The malicious odor of chemicals invaded her thoughts. Breakfast time. She suspiciously sniffed the bowl of steaming black paste. Although it looked (and smelled) quite menacing she began to lap it up anyway.
"Starved and forced to eat this impossible stuff," she thought to herself as she choked down the bowl of what the humans called "breakfast". Thankfully the humans only stayed to watch her eat.
"What?" she called after they were gone. "No shots? No blood tests?  Aww..." She snickered at herself. What a ridiculous notion. There had to be a way out...but she would need help.
"There have got to be others who want to escape... Would they be willing to come with me?"

Bradford opens his eyes and peers through the bars from the back of the cage - Rubbing his paws to the left and right of him on the lifeless metal.

He knows something is not right about where he is,  he gets up and pokes his nose between the metal bars, using his conentraction in a attempt pin-point the location of the other's cells
"Maybe the others feel as I do" Bradford moans quietly running his fingers through his fur
"Maybe.. the others also think there is more to this experience - Than just eating and sleeping"

Bradford gently taps his claws on the floor padded with remains of his previous meals, listening still of what is happening around him.

"but what if... the others are diffrent - What if their intentions are more sinister.... WHAT IF THEY DON'T LIKE ME!"
Bradford continues to listen - now curled up in a ball - embarassed, hoping no one has heard what he had accidently shouted

Ty head untucked itself from his folded wings "Jeez...who is shouting now?" he asked outloud. His ears popped up, fanning out listening again.

Bradford realised someone has heard him.
He curls himself up into a tighter ball and closes his eyes.
"Oh god - If I can't see them , they can't see me" He says to himself

His shyness makes it highly difficult to respond.
Bradford continues to tap his claws on the floor of the metal cage - trying to Reassure himself he had not been heard.

Ty's right ear shot in the direction of the quiet self mantra "You know, I can still hear you...and I can hear that tapping on your cage floor. Look up to your right a bit and three cages down." he said calmly, bouncing his voice off of the walls to where he heard Bradford.

Bradford's heart sunk "How did he hear me?" he thinks.
Bradford slowly gets up , full of fear.

His instinct screams "It's dangerous"
But Mind and Confidence calmy tells him "It could be the best decision of made"

Bradford get's up using his padded feet to prevent friction and vibration and  peer's through the closely placed bars, with his head tilted - the unfamiliar odour of the other people blows up his short nose -

Paw's shaking , looking through his now fully diluted eyes.
Trying to speak is difficult but He manages.
"H...Hello?" He ask's fearfully and quietly

Still unsure if what he just did was a good decision

Ty smiled "Yes hello...hmm...so that's what you look like, eh?" he said, his wings unfolding a bit and flapping to gain attention. "I'm up here. No need to be scared." he said calmly. "I'm Ty."

"I.."
Bradford forces his head further between the bar's  now looking dimly through his good eye at Ty.
Bradford is un familiar with this type of species, if not all species.
"I.."
--
His confidence rose
"I..  Call myself Bradford"

Ty smiled again "Nice to meet you Bradford." he said calmly, dropping from the roof of his cage to the floor, picking up the drained feeder mouse under his arm. He set the dead creature on the outside of his cage, then moved it off and to the floor "Rest in Peace, small mouse. Forgive me." he said quietly.

Bradford Peers at the small , lifeless creature, shocked - But intrested.
"Mouse?..." He tilts his head and pulls it through the gap in the closely placed bars then sits down in the food padded area of the cage.

"That... Ty person - seems really... friendly"
He Thinks to himself.
"But he looked kinda.. strange, ......But never mind that - He's probably the only person I can trust at this point"

Bradford puts his paws onto his stomach and yawns

As the door was opened a hand invaded the darkness. Frank clamped down on the hand and tugged the lab worker into his "humble abode". The worker was only allowed a single scream before his silhouette was torn to pieces by Frank's claws and gaping maw. "Ahhh, how I've missed this taste." Frank licked his muzzle clean and commenced to heading out the door. "Freedom. How I've longed for this." 

"Hey! You! White-coat Eater!", Dural shouted at the 6 limbed escapee.

A window of opportunity! A way out! Dural had been laying back in his cage and testing how many pellets could be thrown from one paw to the other. When the scream flew around and the cage's inhabitant stepped out, the Wacra had leaped forward and grappled the cage bars, knocking over the food and scattering it outwards.

"You can't leave me!"

Frank eyed him warily,"And what exactly am I to get out of this transaction?" Frank sniffed the stranger's body,"I smell no fear or deceit. Are you not afraid of me?"

"Well... I... Ah... That is to say even someone as frightful as yourself, can't get out alone, right?"

Dural had quickly put the available options on the scale. It didn't take that long, this was a chance that outweighed the lost of a leg! ...or maybe a foot instead...

"How 'bout it? Surely you can see the sense in a larger group?"

Bradford listenes in awe and disbelief but mainly fear.

"This is my chance!" He thinks "I can finally get out of this horrible cage"

"Hey er... can I come along as well?" Brad confidently say's - Egnoring any form of instinct
"I like to leave too--"
Bradford quickly wipe's his forehead and grabs onto the metal bar's and look's at Frank

Frank chuckled to himself maniacally, "That can be arranged, but you must help me to wreak havoc on the white-coats. They must pay for what they've done to all of us. Now, what say you, both of you?"