Closed [KRI] Iron Collars and Stone Walls (Artur)

[Abstract]

It seemed they had little else planned for the day, as half a bell after Artur finished his meal, darkness fell. Since he was indoors, however, it fell in a different way. A few workers came around and snuffed out the candles that lit the hallway, the only real source of light. Slowly, in flickering stages, darkness filled the building. Artur would be able to see the retreating candlelight from his cell for another chime, before… nothing. He would be left to sleep the night away, like on his previous days. Despite his own strange ordeal, nothing different had occurred.

The next morning, he would be woken up by the sound of his door opening. However, instead of food simply being shoved in, it was the female doctor again, with the same old thug.“Come,” she stated, with the usual tone. The burly man would pick Artur up once again, and drag him out willing or unwilling. However, this day they went the other way down the hallway, turning quickly into a very clean looking room with a basin in the middle. It was full of a chilly cold water, and surrounded by some soaps and shampoos, plus a pair of younger looking lab-coat wearers.

The two, both male, looked a little awkward at the sight of the trio, but nodded when the older doctor came over and muttered something about cleaning to them. She turned to Artur and ordered “In,” pointing to the metal tub. For some odd reason, it seemed that he was going to be washed. With the statement given she stamped off, her large follower trailing behind.

The two students – for that was what they were – grumbled a little at each other. They were not pleased at coming all the way for this ‘on the job’ experience, only to end up washing stupid naked Kelvics. It wasn’t right! They were the sons of rich business men, with sharp brains (in their opinions) and didn’t deserve such menial work. Still, they knew they’d get in trouble for not doing it, so set to work.

With a series of brushes, soaps, and other cleanliness-related tools, they slowly but steadily began to wash Artur from top to toe, surreptitiously avoiding the part in the middle. By the end of the cold, wet, and soapy ordeal, he was probably cleaner than the two young men combined, skin a pinkish color from the scrubbing…

OOCI’m leaving this part off here, with the next stuff happening in my next post.

[Artur]

Some time after he had licked his lips and sucked the flavour of food off his fingers Artur found himself rather full and content with himself at the moment, mind in a complete blank of contentment as he stared at the lifeless space of his cell. For what little good it did him it wasn’t like he had anything else better to do, seeing as how he was left feeling utterly blank and passive about everything. His mind didn’t even wonder now aside from the feeling that his tummy now held food inside, but once night seemed to somehow start approach Artur found himself feeling... well feeling again. Each time the candles in the others cells seem to die out to bring the coming darkness, his mind slowly started to regain the same composure it held earlier today just before the incidents he’d gone through. Once his cell was finally filled with the same pitch black every other cell had, he’d finally laid on his back with fingers tied together over his belly.

His mind of course did wander back to when he’d shifted uncontrollably, the memory a blurred haze but before that a key piece of info clear. They’d stuck him with something. They probed him with some sort of object and that had caused the incident, for whatever purpose they had in order to make him lose control of his shifting ability. He couldn’t remember the event as a whole, just the feelings that were tied to it before he passed out. Panic. Fear. Both were the prominent things that figuratively brought him to his knees, thus the moment of dwelling led to the emotional breakdown he would soon begin to feel. Although the strange yet ever same silence plagued the darkness that filled the cell haunted him, nothing was worse than bearing his own regrets at how he ended up in this awful place. Strange enough Artur couldn’t find it within himself to break the silence, even if he couldn’t find it in him to keep the coming moans of sadness from quietly trailing out. It wouldn’t be long until he found sleep once more though, somehow it always found its way to him even when he was amidst a silent breakdown.

Oh how serene it was. To be sleeping and somehow feel that was his only escape, for some reason dreams were his only way out of this place now. Somehow Artur felt free and carefree once more during his bells of sleep, it was a shame to think that those bells would only seem like moments to him. Moments of escapism from his reality, only to find that he still remained trapped within. With the sound of his door opened wide he found himself disturbed yet again, by the same pair from yesterday just before his examination began. His heart dropped as he worried another test was to come, the subtle fear instilled by the poor reputation these people seemed to be developing. Upon being given the order Artur immediately rose to his feet, only to be grappled by the arm as the bigger lunatic pulled him forward. Oh please! Oh please! No!! He wanted to fight back, to reject the order given but somehow he couldn’t. No matter what he just couldn’t find it in him, deep down he was meant to follow the orders of others. He was meant to follow period, such was the way of a Kelvic was it not?

He dreaded to find out where he was going, all the more reason to avoid provocation. No matter what he wanted it was pointless to fight back, they were going to have their way with him by all means. If that meant more of these horrid tests, then sure enough he would just have to endure another round. Yet as he was dragged down the hallway, somewhat against his will, they came into a room with two more white coated lunatics and what appeared to be a tub full of water. Sure enough he was given the next order from the little miss bossy and, with hesitance, approached the basin with a lost expression. What?... what is this?! He dipped a few fingers in and felt a chill travel up his arm, already he wished to return to what would be his room. Yet he was ordered to get in... How could he say no? How could he find it in him to decline? With a bit of a whimper Artur finally raised a leg up and over to be halfway in the basin, the cool feeling of the water chilled his entire body as he settled within the metal tub.

He definitely shivered a lot while the two cleaners scrubbed him, they started with his head which of course led to him nearly drowning a time or two, but once they’d finished washing his head and face area he started to feel all the more awkward about their job. Y-y-your not p-p-pleased?! T-try being t-t-the one in t-this mess. He thought with a grouchy expression as his teeth chattered, the when several chill factors affected one’s body is certainly wasn’t pleasing to feel cold. Over all though they both did a fantastic job of getting him squeaky clean for whatever insane purpose the other lunatics had for him today, although Artur was still rather inadequate about the whole ordeal all the same. Never before had he been given a bath by strangers. TWO strangers at that.

He was definitely crossed with how he was treated, sure there were times where people were pampered... but wasn’t the idea of being pampered meant to be enjoyed? This place certainly started to get under his skin now, well enough to not just knock his spirit but rattle it in turn. He’d never actually felt so bitter about something in his life before, but now... now that he’d stayed in this place longer than he would’ve desired... It. Was. On. Petch them. Petch them all. If they intend to torture me today like they did yesterday, they won’t find me so willing to give in this time. Of course this was just a thought led on by a belief, yet no matter what belief he held for himself, nothing could overpower that inborn nature to follow a given order.

[Abstract]

OOCSorry for taking so long! This'll be kept short, as I want you to have fun with it... play with the NPC given as you wish

The two students hauled Artur out of the bath and handed him a thick towel, made of a rough material. They seemingly expected him to dry himself, as he was dripping all over the floor. "Dry yourself" one ordered, in a superior tone. He smirked and folded his arms, watching with uncaring eyes. Once that was done, the female doctor would return, take the towel, and lead Artur back to his cell.

It almost seemed like he would be left alone, but that was far from the truth. In fact, only a chime or two after he was shoved in and the door closed, the doctor returned once again. This time she had another naked Kelvic in tow... a tall, thin woman with pale blond hair. She was pushed in to join Artur, and one more harsh order was given: "Breed."

[Artur]

Since they’d finished washing Artur squeaky clean they pulled out of the tub afterwards and handed him a rough towel, but of course he didn’t wait to start drying himself off even when they ordered him to do so. For one he was too cold to just stand around and wait for such an order, and the fact his bath caused this hardly helped any. Sure he’d bathed in lakes and rivers a few times but that felt better than a oversized metal bucket. He first started with his head and hastily rubbed the towel over his hair and face, then worked his way down his body and occasionally switched from behind to front as he continued downward to his legs. After he’d successfully dried himself completely off he felt better about not being so wet in a chilly place, now he just had to get the settled cold out of his skin so he could be comfortable with it once again.

It was then the small female lunatic returned and took the only probable means for him to retain warmth, still the same Ms. Bossy as ever as she made sure to return him to his cell afterwards. In that time Artur took a seat at his table once more, mind lost in thought as to why exactly he was bathed today. Did he smell? Probably. He’d gone a whole winter without some form of bathing, probably hadn’t even had one since summer now that he thought about it. Yet the mystery to the puzzle would soon be solved all on its own, as the same lunatic returned not but two or three chimes later with someone else in hand. His new cell mate? Did they put two together? She was certainly a pretty one to look at, blonde hair and all, but to Artur she looked a little starved. He knew what that felt like too, painful jabs from the stomach telling you to fill it. He could only wonder why they’d bring her to his place but that wouldn’t last long, as one word said it all once the blonde had entered his cell. Breed.

Artur’s eyes bulged in horrified shock, they wanted him to mate now. Now! Of all the times in the world, he wasn’t ready to start having cubs yet! He didn’t want to have cubs yet! Now she- they! They all wanted him to bear a child somehow…. Why? Why? Why? Oriana! Oriana! I don’t want this, I don’t want this please! He looked to the blonde who’d in turn looked to him as the door slammed shut, likely to give them what little privacy they would need for this “ritual” he was about to undergo. Yet he didn’t want to. He stood from his chair with his back to the table, eyes fearfully deadlocked on the woman like she were a predator and he were prey. She’d stalked forth with eyes in a world of their own, lost in some sort of magical plane while her body acted as a shell. Was she always like this? Did they do something to- Oh Gods… Oh Gods no. She was too close now, far too close for comfort for Artur. He coward and whimpered away while she had him against the table like the prisoner he was, a finger brought up to his lips with a “sh” quietly from her lips.

It was then Artur’s gut gnarled and twisted violently to where he became petrified, eyes completely zoned into the space between him and her as he thought to find himself somewhere he felt happy once. Alvadas? Syliras? There were places where he’d happily cooked away in kitchens there, free from the worries that this place now brought on. Why did he get caught. Why did he have to be taken to this place. Nothing made sense anymore, not for this naïve little bear. As he remained deadlocked in thought he didn’t notice off hand that she’d planted her lips on his, tongue already shot into his mouth as her hand gripped something of his that felt extremely sensitive. Once that’d happened he cringed with eyebrows raised high as possible, heart literally ready to pound out his chest as he didn’t know what to do. First thought was to push her away but she was a woman, she didn’t deserve such a rude brush off from him. No. He had to do something he had… had to… W… What’s going on?...

At first he thought he’d hate this but for some reason the given fact that his own body started to betray him felt nice, she’d merely just played around to try and stimulate him and for some reason the job was going well enough. Yet… Now he felt different. Different because the contact between their skins made him feel… like… like bliss. For some reason after her kissing him so much he just started to feel this powerful rush of ecstasy that was just as bad as the first contact she’d made, he literally had to stop himself from cringing so many times, until at last his body and mind both finally betrayed him completely. He felt high. Higher than ever, completely aroused and pumped for whatever was about to go down. It wouldn’t take long at all for the bear, being the first time he’d ever done anything like this. Yet he enjoyed every little detail of it while the memory in his mind worked, the pulsations and intense sensations that felt good throughout his whole body were something he could never forget.

The tingles that radiated up his spine and throughout his skull dulled the mind with a huge gratification as he couldn’t carry on any longer. When the deed was practically done both Kelvics were on top of the table with him under the blonde, mind lost in the incredibly wonderful numb exhaustion he felt afterwards. Just what exactly happened? Though he didn’t know it well enough he was in fact drugged, drugged by something he never knew existed till now. Its name was unknown to him of course, little did he know that traces of it were placed on the blondes lips. Now that they’d followed orders though and everything had come to pass he couldn’t think straight, likely because the drugs were still in effect, the only thoughts he had were on how he felt and what the entire thing felt like. Was it always like that? Is that why humans are so horny? So ready to partner up with a potential mate and breed with them continuously? Syliras smelled terrible because of things like that, and the “Knight” he’d met that day certainly seemed to be very horny indeed.

After the reality started to sink in though and the drugs were somewhat worn off, Artur suddenly recollected the very issue of the situation he’d been placed in. Mating. The blonde merely waited until the lunatics would return for her, face rather sullen as she didn’t look to Artur. The spacious look in her green eyes was gone, but a different look replaced it while she waited. Nothing. Literally, she held no sign of emotion or shame! Just like him she was used as a tool, probably done so longer than he was. Which in turn might’ve effected her mind. Maybe jaded her a little as these lunatics continued their research. "Hey. Hey." He whispered as he heard the footsteps tap their way down the hall to his cell. "I’m sorry." He pleaded. Unlike her he did feel ashamed, he wasn’t ready for something like that. Yet still she remained unchanged, completely focused on the door as she waited to be given orders for whatever else they did to Kelvics here.

I am… I really am…. He brought his legs into a fold towards his chest and buried his face into them, hands wrapped at his ankles as he felt even worse about the whole ordeal. In his heart he felt inadequate, different from the way he used to be for sure. The outside world was nicer than this place, and now he knew for certain that there might not be such a thing as getting out of here. That and now… now he would like be a father. Something he wasn’t ready to experience, but even worse didn’t wish to do in this place. Not when that child would likely be the product of some “test” or “examination” he would have to undergo. He could only hope that this encounter ended with failure, not because he wasn’t ready to become a parent, but because he didn’t want his child to be in the same place he was.

[Abstract]

Spring 45th, 513 AV

It had gone on like that for days and days on end. There wasn’t another breeding, but a few more check-ups, injections, and other funny tests. The poison that made him change forms was used several times, but with no difference. By the last time, the doctor in charge walked out with a scowl on their face, obviously in a bad mood. Each time Artur was brought out of his cell, and behaved well, his meal after would be larger, and of higher quality. If he behaved badly… the reverse would happen. It would be easy to catch the trend.

One day, almost exactly halfway through the new season, and an eighth through the new year, a new scientist showed up. He was bright and actually quite friendly, with neat reddish-brown hair that was longer than the usual style. He was of average height and size, but his face was more open than the others’. He strolled up to the bear’s cell and peered through the grating, smiling.

“Hello! I’m Doctor Gyatt.” Though it was spelled with a ‘y’, there was none in the actual pronunciation… so Artur would simply hear it as ‘Gatt’. After the introduction – a rare thing in the KRI – he asked a question no Kelvic or scientist had asked Artur before: “What might I call you?” There was no hesitation in the inquiry, as if it was completely natural. After being given a name, he went on a temporary spiel. “I’m here as a temporary worker, just looking at this place for the Higher Institution… though you probably don’t know what that is. Why they sent me, though… I don’t know. I’m an architect…” He paused, frowning. “Too big a word? You can never be sure with Kelvics. A person who designs buildings so they don’t fall down. Anyways, I’ll be supervising the next procedure, not helping… I’d just mess things up.”

With that said, he opened the door and beckoned Artur out.

[Artur]

Day after day he found himself in a never ending struggle, a cycle of repetition that gradually just wore him down. Each test, each little check-up, every injection that made him lose control… they were all the downfall of our bear’s spirit. No matter how many times he tried he found himself only less able to work with these lunatics, even reached the breaking point to where he tried to struggle against them several times. That went towards his punishment of course, lowered food with quality equal to shyke. One he’d learned and familiarized himself with the patterns of the workings everyone did around here, he soon found it easier to try and manage better maintainable behavior to fill his belly. Some on the outside would’ve probably his behavior rather peculiar but in here, it was likely just as normal as any other Kelvic that tried to settle in this place. They knew they weren’t going to get out, never bound to see the light of day once more. Never taste freedom when they once held it so close to them.

Then of course there were the Kelvics likely born here, the ones that never had the chance to taste such freedom from the start. That was the very thing that set Artur and the other Kelvics brought here different from the rest, and likely made it harder for them too since they knew what it was like on the outside. Still even with a spirit that’d been broken there was one thing Artur thought about constantly, and thankfully didn’t have to go through with another act of it too, and that was the time he was forced to mate and breed with another Kelvic right here in his cell. It was something he’d thought about everyday and deeply regretted, because he knew deep down that he’d likely produced a spawn. A child. He lost control because of something, something about that female made him lose control and… and lust for her. Though the act felt good that day, he still felt terrible knowing what it would produce.

He hoped he didn’t create a child. Again not because he didn’t wish to be a parent, but because of the place both he and that child would be in. Kelvics were treated like dirt here, animals with no feelings or emotion. Eventually it led Artur to actually act like this in turn, yet even while he seemed more and more docile with each long day that passed; he still had a certain hope inside of him that never seemed to be extinguished. Finally after so many days had passed with thoughts focused on nothing but what transpired here, save for reflective thoughts that led him to question everything, something seemed to finally change today. Yet he hardly paid much mind to it at first, mostly due to the fact he’d taken to sit with his back towards the door now. As he sat there though and he heard the new voice speak he felt odd, unusual because for some reason this one… this one acted different towards … towards him.

Don’t get excited yet, this could be another “test” they’re doing. His eyebrows furrowed as his sullen expression remained, inside his throat a scoff remained as he didn’t show any signs of interest to the man. Of course after he’d heard the name “Doctor Gyatt”, which to Artur came across as Gatt, then he automatically assumed it was just another lunatic here. They all loved to call themselves “Doctor” it seems. But of course what came next made an instant change in his expression, his eyebrows rose ever high as the sulk he held became what once used to reside in this naïve bear’s expression: wonder. Did he… did he just ask my name?

There was a bit of hesitation as Artur turned around in his seat, the vision of the door and grating just within the corner of his eyes. This was certainly a different fellow compared to the rest, he held a more kinder tone for sure. Sure he looked kept and tidy like the lunatics here but his hair was different, longer and more colorful compared to the old geezers that called themselves doctors.

He did! He actually asked my name! He couldn’t get excited so quickly, for one this could still be a test. Plus the fact that after so many days of a broken spirit, Artur found it difficult to be so easily trusting with these wondrous, yet rare, occasions. "Artur." He finally indulged with the man, still in his seat but more turned to fully focus on the reddish-brown haired doctor. He listened well, practically soaked in the ungodly amount of kindness in the tone, as Gyatt explained what his trade was. An architect of some sort apparently. He didn’t know why he was here but he somehow took interest in Artur, a very odd thing considering none of the others here seemed to think nothing worthy of the bear. Architect huh? So they build stuff then. He noted that down, rather interested to know more. It was strange yet strongly welcomed, for Artur hadn’t such a strong desire of curiosity develop in days.

But of course… the procedure. He was here on terms of supervision or something like that, by now Artur figured that meant he would only be watching. Thus the bear found himself in a slow descent back to the behavior pattern he held earlier, only just a little less gruff since this man spared him such a rare gem in this forsaken facility. As the door opened Artur let out a large sigh, mind on the thought of his breeding event once again, he couldn’t help but dwell on it constantly as he worried over and over about what the Kelvic would endure after it was born. He could only pray to Oriana that something merciful would happen, so that his child would be spared from the torture of trials and test his father had to face while in here. Yet as Artur stood up and approached the man, he couldn’t help but find that hope. The same hope he somehow held onto with each passing day, that hope that he would get to see and maybe even hold that child in his arms for the first time.

It was a dream that felt like a far off shot, something never to happen when he would face his reality. Yet each time he went through a test or procedure and his behavior was on the brink, he would imagine what it would be like to have that child. To live somewhere far away from here, and one day be free again to raise a young cub. That illusion, as some would likely claim it to be, was the very thing that kept him in check. Somehow Artur wanted to find a way, a way to not be free of this place… but free that little one instead. "I’m ready then…" He lied with a blank expression, no Kelvic was ever easily ready to face whatever test the lunatics had planned for them. Those that were definitely proved to be stronger, or more so used to it since they’d likely lived their whole lifespan with nothing but tests and examinations. Though he was never easily ready to face these things, Artur did so anyway with the only thing he knew would still keep him up. Thus he would hold onto that one thought while he was guided to wherever the procedure would occur.

[Abstract]

"Hello Artur" he replied politely, smiling. Without even touching or glancing much at the Kelvic, he led the bear out into the same old hall, heading off in one of the directions. "This place is like a maze" he admitted casually, as if he was trying to chat. However, he didn't say much more, and the walk continued for several chimes more, with only one or two corners turned.

The door the pair finally entered was exactly like all the others in the building, but inside looked a little... nasty. There was a 'bed' in the middle, with a crisp white fabric sheet, and a small little pillow of the same color. It was set at the same height as a work table, and was surrounded with multiple small surfaces with odd-looking instruments on them... none looked quite pleasant. One was completely covered in bottles of varying sizes and colors. One other man was in the room, busying himself over one of the tables, a little further from the bed. He didn't even glance up when they entered.

"Just lie there, Artur," Gyatt casually instructed. Once the bear was lying down, he'd address the scientist in quiet tones. "Doctor?" He then turned back to the Kelvic. "You'll just be put to sleep for a bit... you won't feel anything, alright? Then you'll wake up, and have a nice big meal." There was a wide, honest grin on his face as he leaned over Artur. As he spoke, the Kelvic would feel a sharp jab in his shoulder. Half a chime later, his vision would slowly fade... then black out.

[Artur]

The comment on this place being a maze finally brought out a snort out of Artur, a sort of reaction replaced with the earlier held scoff now that he’d been rather amused with the doctor. Were it something he could get out of than Artur would’ve certainly taken that initiative when given the chance, so naturally after so many trips between the rooms he was put in for tests made him already aware that this place held so many twists and turns. Once they’d arrived at the door to where his next operation came to follow, Artur found himself a bit lost in the change of scenery upon entering the area. This room… something felt off about it. He felt different compared to before, likely because he’d never been in this place last he recalled.

What’s this now? This wasn’t used in any of my previous exams. He started to regret ever leaving the room, enough to where he hesitated when being told to take a seat. What was this operation? What did they intend to do to him? It was the breeding event all over again, his stomach already rolled over as he struggled with his inner fears. It took only a moment for him to force his feet forward, and when he did each step felt heavier as though the gravity in the room increased. He’d been good for the past days now, so would they punish him alternatively from the food or… just what in Mizahar did they have planned?

When he laid upon the “bed” with the tables next to it the sounds of fabric paper crumpling under his weight filled the room for several ticks, until at last he laid physically comfortable, though only moderate in mentality, on the bed with eyes to the ceiling. There were a few times he looked nervously at the random assortment of oddities lined on the tables near him, a curious yet concerned look to the two doctors as the other seemed to question Gyatt about something. Yet the smile, that reassuring smile that somehow revealed honesty… somehow Artur started to feel it would turn out alright. Some part of him, though lost in fear, found reassurance in this one man, this one doctor’s, word.

Just… just think about being free. Being free with that kid... my kid… He winced with a nearly quiet grunt as he felt the needle prick his shoulder, already used to the occurrence after so many times before. Finally the world seemed to blur as his eyelids grew heavier and heavier, until the last of his thoughts were solely on that child he hoped he could save. He slipped into a state of sleep then, a sleep induced from whatever they’d injected into his shoulder. It was a sleep where he had no dreams, had no feelings, not even a sense of awareness or consciousness at hand. It was just pure sleep, until whatever it was the doctor had planned for him would soon be over.

[Abstract]

Artur would slowly awaken to hushed, but sharp, conversation. He was still on the bed, and there was a dull throbbing in his lower areas, but otherwise... nothing. Even a little numbness. It would be hard and tiresome to move, so staying still was probably the best option. Stay still and... listen.

"I can't believe..." Gyatt said in a strained voice, words enhanced by the tone. There was a snort. "I don't care if you believe or not. He's useless to us now anyways. We'll have to dispose of him." Artur wouldn't be able to see it, but there was an annoyed expression on the man's face, as if he'd broken a valuable vase. "Dispose? What does that mean?"

"It means that he has no more place here. We'll either have to sell him, or..." That was left drifting off.

"Or what?"

"You know exactly what." There was an odd noise from Gyatt, who stared in disbelieving shock. "I'd heard about this place. But I didn't think... I didn't think... You're heartless!"

"Don't be so sympathetic Doctor Gyatt. They're just animals."

"They're not animals! They're Kelvics."

"Suit yourself. There's nothing you can do." The scientist turned, and began to clean off his tools. It was obvious the conversation had ended. There was a long, awkward pause, then...

"Yes there is. I'll buy him. Show him Ravok isn't all... cruelty."

"Fine by me. But then... who is Rhysol?" There was a cruel grin on his face, but Gyatt ignored him. He slipped over to Artur, leaning over the prone Kelvic with a weak smile on his face.

"Hey.. you awake? Feeling alright? I'm getting you out of here, don't worry...." He sighed in a tired way, looking stressed.

[Artur]

Upon the recollection of his mind and memory from the fading effects of whatever he’d been induced with, Artur only found himself still in a weary exhaustion that never seemed to lift from his entire body as he remained still on the bed. For some reason he felt odd, weird pulses and tingles seemed to course through his lower regions, but mostly remained numb and stiff even after he felt himself slightly capable of moving. But of course that capability was met with a challenge of doing so, as whatever the operator had done seemed to affect the nerves throughout his whole body. Thus Artur found that he was only able to move his head around, although it’s just barely that he can do this, and put in extra effort with only his hearing sense. W…what… what’s happened? Useless? How was he useless now? Just what exactly did they do to him? Did something happened that he would never be able to recover from??

Gods no… Though he couldn’t muster the energy to look over his belly he knew good and well something was different, something had been done that he knew would make him hate this place for the rest of his life. Just what though? What happened? He didn’t know, nor could he panic. He was too tired, too exhausted actually, to find it in him to care right now. Dispose? Does that mean… are they getting rid of me? By the sound of it the subject wasn’t all that uplifting. Gyatt was not only astounded but rather offended with how Artur was being treated, but not just Artur in general… likely to the Kelvics of the whole facility seeing as how this Doctor he argued with seemed to remain cruel. Were Artur capable of smiling a bit then sure enough he’d done so, after he heard Gyatt defend the very names they held. It was there Artur learned Gyatt was in fact a different sort from the rest, he seemed to genuinely care or at least seem human about it. Here in the facility nobody seemed to care, they just looked at every Kelvic like a tool. A piece of meat to be devoured. It didn’t matter what metaphor was used really, in this place it was just pure cruelty on behalf of every Kelvic that wound up here.

Yet now… Now the silence. The silence that remained awkward for what felt like an age for Artur, then again an age wouldn’t be entirely that long if he weren’t Kelvic now would it. So… I’m done then? I finally get to be put out of my misery here. It looked to be that way for him, all the same he found himself rather comfortable to accept it. Were this his way of leaving the world then sure enough he’d be glad to, since it’d get him out of this horrid place he remained trapped for so long. Then of course Gyatt spoke once again, this time with a tone that seemed rebellious. Sort of like a challenge towards the lunatic that operated on him, yet even in the stupor of exhaustion he was in somehow Artur’s eyebrows slightly rose, as a reaction to the words Gyatt himself said just shortly before he would address the bear. He’s…. He’s… He couldn’t believe it. Were he able to cry then sure enough he would be bawling on his knees before Gyatt, as if the man were a savior sent from the Goddess herself to aid in his rescue. Goddess Oriana! Thank you! Thank you!

Somehow his eyes still watered enough from what joy he could feel, what relief from constant horror he experienced just now was beyond words. He heard a mention of Rhysol, someone he wasn’t at all familiar with, but failed to ponder on the name as he saw Gyatt approached and looked over the bear with a weak smile on his face. Rest assured Gyatt was getting Artur out of here, free from the shackles that this prison bound him with. Such words were never so reassuring to hear, the bear almost needed to hear them again and again just to be sure he wasn’t dreaming. No. No he knew that this was no dream, he was awake and finally going to be free. This meant that the bear had much to live for; much to see and experience… yet still one thing remained. The child.

He had to tell Gyatt because if there was any chance of him having a child, Artur would rather see that child out too. Because his throat and mouth felt dry all Artur could do was weakly nod in response to Gyatt, yet he couldn’t withhold the words that could very well save another. With a cracked voice he rasped in a whisper, "My… child?..." Though he was unsure as to it would do him any good now, Artur had to try and press the matter even if there was little to hope for. He would rather take the chances that would lead him to saving one of his own, rather than face the cold harsh reality that he would likely never see nor meet the very thing he was forced to create. Though he still remained in and out of it he would listen to whatever Gyatt would have to say, then sure enough feel like passing out once more as he struggled to keep awake.