#pndra.new

Volunteering is what they called it. Bina taken to a place that looked nothing like modern hospitals. She had heard about it from an old acquaintance who was born human even if er father was a shifter; she had wanted to be just like them and was picked up by these people. That’s how Bina ended up here. They said there were others like her and they strive to help them grow stronger. It was hard to understand when she was born with her abilities, traits passed down from the bloodline, her power was natural not synthetic. For a moment she thought they were hunters, the same people destined to exterminate her kind but as they explained themselves it did paint a clearer picture.

They said they could fix her, make her better than the rest... Bina believed them.

Months went by it seemed, she lost count after only a week. Each day went as a blur and it seemed nothing was really changing with her. What was suppose to be a simple producer ended up on a struggle as to why not enhancements were showing up. Signs were not there during stamina testing, taking blood samples and even when she went back to her room at the faculty and would be faced with monitors as she slept. There were times she would hear them reference her as a pure-blood and the frustration that laced in their voices.

But it seemed there was a break through for them... and Bina. One minute she was felt dizzy and started to panic when she couldn’t move herself from the bed and the next thing there was a prick and things went black. The thing that woke her up was that her head started to hurt from all the voices, she could feel every vibration when she grabbed onto the steel bars of the bed. The over sensory was so much and as she caught her senses it was noticed that the nearest person was on the other side of the room, watching her.  

She as back in her room and the doctor was smiling though she didn’t like how it looked. It felt like he was right in her ear and that he was practically stomping around her. The smell of bleach filled her nostrils with its strong odor, more so than before. 

Then it all clicked as if it was some kind of obvious thing. For god knows how long they were intrigued with her but could not understand why ‘such an easy procedure’ had taken much longer. Her abilities were already more powerful than what they could have created... except for one thing.

While she had possessed a more detailed tongue than other humans now she could hear the man in white swallow, a full conversation of another subject just outside the door, could feel a pair of feet walking on the floor above. It was like every sense she had was on overdrive. Pandora... this place that just upgraded something in her blood that would have taken generations to master.

There is excitement, curiosity and fear. She could not back lash or retort with vulgar threats for what they did because it was her choice. But if there is one thing now, Bina wants to go home.

It hasn’t been long since he awoke again after going under -- a muted surprise that he could actually sleep for as long as he did, regardless of outside influences -- the exhilaration still fresh when he recalls the way they handled him, how they treated him, after filling out the last of the paperwork and preparing him for the final test. 

His cold body certainly gave some of them a shock but for the rest, they remained unphased. As if they were use to dealing abhnormal bodies, which shouldn’t be a surprise when he remembers what kind of place this is. Sure, he doesn’t know all the details, but he’s certain he won’t find one ‘normal’ human in this place. 

(The young prince just hopes that they don’t hold his body’s reaction against him or comment on it, after all, it’s not his fault that restraints and medical proceedures makes him feel a certain way. If he could flush and blush at his shamelessness, then he would but he remains cold to the touch.)

He knows his anatomy may have caused them some grief, though. Blyoeu’s vessel’s body may be human but there definitely is some differences when concerning how it works. After all, necesities aren’t needed for the Prince; food, air, water, all things he can live without. But he doubts that it caused too much of a problem considering everything went appanrelty fine after initial x-rays and examinations.

The words he heard from the staff members echos in his mind. So, there have been expirements who haven’t made it? Probably those who haven’t had abilities from the start, he figures. Most likely, their bodies couldn’t handle the change. It’s either that, or they didn’t live up to expectations put upon them by the team. Tapping at his chin with a darkened finger after the cuffs are removed from his wrists, Blyoeu hopes that any side-effects won’t be life-threatening to the others who are in the program with him.

Still, he can’t wait to meet others who are in the program with him. It’ll be exciting, learning more about the world, about the people in it, about what they can and can’t do, what they know and what they’ll come to learn -- Blyoeu wants to learn everything he can about this world.

And he’s certain Pandora can help extend his knowledge.

“State your name,” the doctor overlooking him says as she flips one of the sheets of her clipboard up to scan the readings, “and your birthday.”