06-04-2018, 05:09 PM
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They called it the Beqanna Project.
It was named, perhaps unimaginativly, for the chain of artificial islands which had been created for it. If the name was unimaginative, the purpose most certainly was not. One part sociology project, one part biology experiment, one part fever dream; the Beqanna Project had been an undertaking of unprecedented scope and technology. How it got approved is anyone's guess. But it had, and it had gained massive support through a Truman Show-esque following worldwide.
The premise was an unusual one. Carefully monitored and controlled islands, populated by a uniquely genetically modified subspecies of equine, was observed day and night by a dedicated team of researchers. Only a select few of these were permitted direct contact with the subjects, and only then through "magical" alter egos considered by Beqanna's residents to be kinds of deities.
These primary subjects have been imbued with humanoid intelligence levels, and an accelerated rate of growth and reproduction. In addition, subjects are selectively altered with the insertion of the "magic" gene. A biologic mutation, this gene can manifest in untold variations of expression, often altering the appearance and abilities of the subjects which carry it. This gene may be potentially held across four chromosomes. The locations and activation of these alleles determines the type and intensity of the expressed traits. This gene is what the Beqanna Project is all about.
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An accelerated reproduction rate means that we have been able to observe advancement and evolution of the gene more effectively than we could have dreamed possible. Variety is added to the gene pool via specimen insertion, often with "natural" adult equinoids. With the advancement of the developed species, these insertions are vital for maintaining something resembling a control group. Tests in the forms of meteorological and/or social events are given periodically. The adaptability of these subjects is remarkable and it has been deemed imperative that we deduce what particular mechanisms enable the high survivability observed. Natural, or close to natural subjects have been selected for this study, as they do not have extra ordinary skills with which to rely on for survival. Myself, accompanied by a small extraction team, have been tasked with retrieving selected subjects to be examined for further data.
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Subject #28128, "Sabra"
Age: 6y
Health: Good to Excellent
Mentation: Stable to Excitable
LKL: "The River"
Status: Insertion/Semi-Natural
Observations:
•Subject is observed as displaying as unusual coloration and possessing functional avion fight appendages, but otherwise unaffected genetically.
•Subject originally an insertion, has since integrated fully into Beqanna social structure.
•Subject displays normal to above normal reproductive ability, and has successfully parented three (3) living offspring with varying degrees of mutation, by two (2) sires, within the last three (3) years.
Notes: In previous tests, subject has been observed as extremely survivable/willing to adapt.
Recommend tactful capture, as subject has been previously observed as unpredictable in temperament, and was last known to be accompanied by this season's offspring. Approach with care, sedate with prejudice.
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You know that feeling? The one of being watched? Where you can feel the pressure of eyes on the back of your head, and feel that if you can just look behind you fast enough, you'll find eyes to stare back into. I've been having that feeling all day.
This morning started well enough, the sun waking me from a luscious dream. Still feeling warm from the memory of breath thieving kisses and urgent motion, it was a moment before I felt ready to greet the day with any kind of courtesy. It had been almost a year since I'd last been held in that black and white embrace which had been occupying my dreams ever since. Time flies when you're alone. Well. Not quite alone.
The twins, ever content in their own company, had followed me through the weeks and months since their father's departure. Fraternal brothers, they could be night and day versions of each other. With Kwartz I had been split between his care and my duties as queen, and over time it became clear that I had perhaps neglected the boy at times. Being able to focus on the twins has been a revelation, and I can't believe how incredible they really are. Growing larger and more adventurous every day, it's all I can do to keep them in sight anymore. Santana gets more daring with his outsized wings everyday, and I have begun to note the hint of jealousy in my Raul when watching his brother. Something must be done about that, though secretly I have to agree. Wings are a blessing, and I don't know how I managed to produce a child without them. Watching the boys play as the sun rises ever higher, I graze my plot of earth with vague unease. Am I going mad? Why can I not relax this feeling of being watched by invisible eyes?
Gazing about me for the hundredth time that hour, I almost missed the sound of a strange click, followed by a thin whistle. "Ouch! What the-?" A sharp sting landed itself at the base of my neck. Shaking in an attempt to dislodge whatever it was that struck me, I grew suddenly frightened. A strange cold numbness was spreading with alarming speed from the point. This was like no fly bite I'd ever experienced before. The cold spread like frostbite, carried on my traitorous heartbeats to the ends of my extremities. Too late, I thought to scream a warning to the boys. A raspy, unintelligible groan was all that escaped my throat as my knees buckled under my weight. The sounds of the day grew distorted, as if heard through murky water. "Help..." I whispered as ringing darkness seeped into my brain, knowing there was no one to hear it.
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Well that was easier than anticipated. Subject 28128 is in custody and awaiting transport for extraction. Sedation was administered via dart gun at 1621, to be reversed upon intake. Standing by for further instructions. </p><p class="template2_name">SABRA</p><p class="template2_quote">I'm Hell on Heels, Say What You Will</p></div></center>
They called it the Beqanna Project.
It was named, perhaps unimaginativly, for the chain of artificial islands which had been created for it. If the name was unimaginative, the purpose most certainly was not. One part sociology project, one part biology experiment, one part fever dream; the Beqanna Project had been an undertaking of unprecedented scope and technology. How it got approved is anyone's guess. But it had, and it had gained massive support through a Truman Show-esque following worldwide.
The premise was an unusual one. Carefully monitored and controlled islands, populated by a uniquely genetically modified subspecies of equine, was observed day and night by a dedicated team of researchers. Only a select few of these were permitted direct contact with the subjects, and only then through "magical" alter egos considered by Beqanna's residents to be kinds of deities.
These primary subjects have been imbued with humanoid intelligence levels, and an accelerated rate of growth and reproduction. In addition, subjects are selectively altered with the insertion of the "magic" gene. A biologic mutation, this gene can manifest in untold variations of expression, often altering the appearance and abilities of the subjects which carry it. This gene may be potentially held across four chromosomes. The locations and activation of these alleles determines the type and intensity of the expressed traits. This gene is what the Beqanna Project is all about.
◇◇◇
An accelerated reproduction rate means that we have been able to observe advancement and evolution of the gene more effectively than we could have dreamed possible. Variety is added to the gene pool via specimen insertion, often with "natural" adult equinoids. With the advancement of the developed species, these insertions are vital for maintaining something resembling a control group. Tests in the forms of meteorological and/or social events are given periodically. The adaptability of these subjects is remarkable and it has been deemed imperative that we deduce what particular mechanisms enable the high survivability observed. Natural, or close to natural subjects have been selected for this study, as they do not have extra ordinary skills with which to rely on for survival. Myself, accompanied by a small extraction team, have been tasked with retrieving selected subjects to be examined for further data.
◇◇◇
Subject #28128, "Sabra"
Age: 6y
Health: Good to Excellent
Mentation: Stable to Excitable
LKL: "The River"
Status: Insertion/Semi-Natural
Observations:
•Subject is observed as displaying as unusual coloration and possessing functional avion fight appendages, but otherwise unaffected genetically.
•Subject originally an insertion, has since integrated fully into Beqanna social structure.
•Subject displays normal to above normal reproductive ability, and has successfully parented three (3) living offspring with varying degrees of mutation, by two (2) sires, within the last three (3) years.
Notes: In previous tests, subject has been observed as extremely survivable/willing to adapt.
Recommend tactful capture, as subject has been previously observed as unpredictable in temperament, and was last known to be accompanied by this season's offspring. Approach with care, sedate with prejudice.
◇◇◇
You know that feeling? The one of being watched? Where you can feel the pressure of eyes on the back of your head, and feel that if you can just look behind you fast enough, you'll find eyes to stare back into. I've been having that feeling all day.
This morning started well enough, the sun waking me from a luscious dream. Still feeling warm from the memory of breath thieving kisses and urgent motion, it was a moment before I felt ready to greet the day with any kind of courtesy. It had been almost a year since I'd last been held in that black and white embrace which had been occupying my dreams ever since. Time flies when you're alone. Well. Not quite alone.
The twins, ever content in their own company, had followed me through the weeks and months since their father's departure. Fraternal brothers, they could be night and day versions of each other. With Kwartz I had been split between his care and my duties as queen, and over time it became clear that I had perhaps neglected the boy at times. Being able to focus on the twins has been a revelation, and I can't believe how incredible they really are. Growing larger and more adventurous every day, it's all I can do to keep them in sight anymore. Santana gets more daring with his outsized wings everyday, and I have begun to note the hint of jealousy in my Raul when watching his brother. Something must be done about that, though secretly I have to agree. Wings are a blessing, and I don't know how I managed to produce a child without them. Watching the boys play as the sun rises ever higher, I graze my plot of earth with vague unease. Am I going mad? Why can I not relax this feeling of being watched by invisible eyes?
Gazing about me for the hundredth time that hour, I almost missed the sound of a strange click, followed by a thin whistle. "Ouch! What the-?" A sharp sting landed itself at the base of my neck. Shaking in an attempt to dislodge whatever it was that struck me, I grew suddenly frightened. A strange cold numbness was spreading with alarming speed from the point. This was like no fly bite I'd ever experienced before. The cold spread like frostbite, carried on my traitorous heartbeats to the ends of my extremities. Too late, I thought to scream a warning to the boys. A raspy, unintelligible groan was all that escaped my throat as my knees buckled under my weight. The sounds of the day grew distorted, as if heard through murky water. "Help..." I whispered as ringing darkness seeped into my brain, knowing there was no one to hear it.
◇◇◇
Well that was easier than anticipated. Subject 28128 is in custody and awaiting transport for extraction. Sedation was administered via dart gun at 1621, to be reversed upon intake. Standing by for further instructions. </p><p class="template2_name">SABRA</p><p class="template2_quote">I'm Hell on Heels, Say What You Will</p></div></center>