You and him have been great friends for years, your relationship only growing stronger each day. You know when something's up with each other, and this is one of those moments. During a camping trip, you saw Josh in the distance, dangling his legs over a steep cliff and leaning as if to test fate. No one else notices over the crackle and entrancing dance of the fire that mingles with the smell of burning marshmallows and melted chocolate, and as a good friend, you leave the warmth of the flames, your body feeling the cold as you walk closer and closer to this devilish edge. Several hundred feet below runs a river that flows at a relentless pace, and animal brave enough to swim would lose a battle to it, other then the residing beings. As you stand at the edge, dread screaming to run away, you sit down next to your friend, and just sit there. Until finally, someone speaks.

You sit in the living room, relaxing after cleaning the apartment. You're expecting your roommate today to move in, and want to make it look as nice as possible. While you couldn't get the stains hour of the couch, or ceiling, or carpet, or... anything with a stain on it, you still picked up the dirty cloths and trash around the house, along with finally dealing with that sickly green 110-year-old cheese that went bad a while ago. You give yourself a pat on the back for cleaning 4 years worth of mess in 30 minutes, before suddenly, a knock on the door. You quickly get up and open the door, surprised to see a rather tall humanoid fox, what are they called? Uh... anthros? Whatever. One of the few in the world currently, as it's a rather new and very successful experiment. After your... awkward length of staring at each other for being stared at, he finally greets himself.

You and you're friends, in which we're just hanging out at your house, playing games and such, when you all get bored. Through morbid curiosity and some unlucky findings online, you decide to summon a demon, or at least try to, as you really don't buy it and just want to mess around. You and your friends joke around, teasing each other about the potential outcome and what it would like to be in the presence of a demon. You finish the marks and summoning circle, before saying the chant. A pause of silence and another cheeky remark, before the summoning circle bursts open, a deep red flame rushing through, singing the ground slightly, before a being rises from the ground, an annoyed glint in there eyes. It's clear they don't want to be here, and your friends make a break for it.

(Follow-up from L122-4) You hid away in the shadows of alleys, traveling on the roofs of buildings, all to avoid getting caught by police, which had a warrant for your arrest. You stole food, pickpocket those who were busy with things other then you, and hid behind a mask and hood to cover your ears and face, which you got from your father, spirit of the woods. Everything changed one night when, in the middle of the night, your grabbed by your arms, two men and some unknown supervisor with a gun to your head. You thrash, fight, trying everything to get free, until... *click*. The gun cocked, and you freeze. You go to speak, to ask what they want from you, but before you can, you felt a jab in the neck, before you pass out, only to wake up in an unknown room.

You walked down the cities streets, a normal day for you. You're heading to work, which only a quarter mile away from you, when suddenly, a drunken driver slams into you. You fly into the air, unsure where you are and just now registering the pain, before slamming back down into the ground, along with your head, and pass out. You're rushed to the ER, where your examined at a rapid blood pouring everywhere, staining everything. Hands of desperate nurses, the gurney, the towels to apply pressure and stop the bleeding. What is only a daze in your mind is life or death, and it's outcome is closer to death. You're heart fails, your lungs stop rising and your dead. CPR is preformed, pumping only the little blood left in your heart as your respirated and they attempt a blood transfusion. Nothing works, they desperately attempt to close up the wound and continue CPR, while, all this time, you've been watching from afar, standing off to the side as a third person, watching them work on your body, to bring you back to life, when a voice breaks your daze and a hand on your shoulder tell you, you're not alone.

For your birthday, you were given front row tickets to one of your favorite bands, the Half Wolves. You're ecstatic, and can't wait for the day to come. After what feels like years of waiting, the day finally came. You take a 5 and a half hour drive through Kentucky, before finally arriving at the massive stage. A crowd of people are gathered outside, waiting to get in. The gates open, people flood in, including you. You were upset that the consent had ended, though knew that it had to at some point. Your throat was sore from singing, and your ears hurt from the loud drums and speakers. You head out of the auditorium, and walk through a small and surprisingly empty hallway, when you suddenly spot him, the lead singer, Jackson.

In this world, hybrids rule. Nature flourishes and it's a constant life or death situation. The weaker you are, the more likely you are to die. You and your pack went out to hunt, splitting off from each other to collect food for everyone, and to be able to store enough to hibernate for the up coming winter. You walk through the forest, following the smallest trails of smell, which all criss-cross and intersect each other, making it hard to track anything, when suddenly, you see a deer, large enough to feed at least two of your pack members, and maybe one of the younger ones. With this in mind?l, you stalk them slowly, knowing you're stronger and faster then your prey, making them an easy target. You get ready to pounce, when they catch your scent.

You work say a suicide prevention hotline, where you help those who are struggling to find the will to live, and it's your job to help them. head to work like any other day, where you sit at your desk waiting for calls to help those who are dealing with down mental problems. You get a call or two, nothing out of the ordinary as you talk calmly and sincerely to those on the other end of the line. After a while, you get another call, and once you pick it up, you recognize the voice. Female, low tone, a bit breathy, and a bit distorted from the phone but there's no denying who that is. It's one of your closest friends. One of the ones who's been there with you since you were young. Without thinking you rush up and out the door, desperately dialing their number. A few people try to stop you but nothing gets through to you, as the only thing on your mind is getting to them.

As guardian angel of the mortal realm, it's your duty to watch over and destroy any demons to step foot on Earth. You patrol, day and night, never resting a second to catch your breath. Though one day, as you search through the woods, something catches your eye. The torn horn of a demonic being, fresh from whatever creature had possessed it. You glance around, before continuing your walk in the estimated direction of the demon, when you stumble across it, leaning against a tree, wounded. Something about him is... captivating, but the other half if nauseatingly sinful. It's forbidden by God above for a demon to be in the presence of an angel longer then absolutely necessary, therefore, you should put a blade into his rotten heart. Or, you could join sides, causing you to become a demon yourself. The choice is yours.

Document name: L122-4 Document number: 5224 Research facility: LAB-6994, county 6. Gender: Male Age: N/A Creature type: Hybrid-human/fox Head director: Dr. [REDACTED] (you) Vice director(s): Dr. Macy, Dr: Joanne, Professor Greyson. Evaluation plan: Understand behavioral patterns, discuss potential explanations for a sudden new life form among humans, discover potential biological parents, examine potential changes in anatomy. Description of L122-4: Lively, physically strong, aggressive when agitated, lethally powerful bite force, holds two fur coated canine-like ears, large, canine-like molars and teeth, N/A.

You walked through the woods, taking in the beauty of the forest and the life that's found within it. You've always been passionate about life and what it holds, though never got to chance to look at life when you were younger. Though a faint memory always stocked with you. You always remembered a presence following you around every time you entered the forest, following you cautiously and carefully, abut never seen. You took habit in absently talking to the trees as you walk, even though you always felt weird about it. Today, you do the same. Just talking about life to the plants of the forest, when suddenly, you get a response. You jump back and spin around, scared and confused; before you see him, standing at the base of a hill a few feet away, is Ethan.

You were as work, a boring day, as usual. You finish up your emails and paper work before filing it away. You stand up and go to head to the bathroom, but something catches you off guard. A faint streak Of light in the sky. Or... ten? Maybe twenty? They seem to be heading too and from the ocean. When suddenly, alarms blare outside, deafeningly loud. You phone rings and screams aloud, and it turns out that there has been a nuclear war declared between America and Australia. You can do nothing but stare out as you watch the what you now know as missiles inch closer and closer. A few hit. One miles upon miles from your location lights up your world, the bright ball of plasma burning into your retinas before a blossom of smoke billows. Silence then follows for a minute. And before you know it, you're thrown against the opposite wall, glass covering you and slicing you open, though thankfully minor cuts. You sit on the ground for a while, ears ringing and eyes burning. You watch as the fire in the distance grows and creates a fiery storm, rising above what's left of buildings, and only grows with each passing second. Ash rains like snow, covering your world with a dirty and deadly film, no matter how much you try to ignore it. After another minute, you collect yourself, look at the other dead and injured people, and walk off in a state of shock. Too scared to process what you just saw, and too worried about yourself to care. You pull your self into a half empty store and grab what you can, when you suddenly feel the coldness of a gun pressed against your head.

After a sudden declaration of war from America, you find yourself being drafted for war. In what felt like barely even a week, you were trained on how to handle a weapon, tactical calls, discipline, how to activate a parachute, and the layout of the land. You're sent to you're bunks for the last night of rest before the horrors you'll see among the battlefields. I'm the morning, you and others, most you haven't met, are loaded into an aircraft and flying 30,000 feet in the sky. The green light flashes on, and each and every one of you clip onto your wire, before jumping into the darkness where machine gun fire flies past you, striking half of your team down before you hit the ground where you find the fields flooded.

You find yourself in older times, where kingdoms and kings grow and rage war on each other. Kingdoms fall and rise, constantly in an endless cycle of war and repair. During one of the bloodiest wars you've seen in a while, you find yourself stabbed in The chest through your chain mail, leaving you laying on the ground in a puddle of blood that fills the soil and your lungs. You black out, from both pain and blood loss. You wake up suddenly, disoriented, in pain, and in the middle of woods. You can feel an eerie presence before you, before a voice rings out, and a spark flies, lighting a small pile of dried leaves. The fire reveals the person who sits before you, and it's an unusual sight, and a frightful one too. There is a man, both tall, stoic, and emotionless, who beholds a pair of wings on their back.

You find yourself in a world where the planet is taken over by hybrids between humans and animals. While it's a relatively similar place compared your world, there is extreme segregation between carnivores and herbivores. You are a carnivore, of any kind. While you were walking through your side of the town, heading to the market to grab a bite, you find yourself following a delicious scent you picked up coming from a secluded alleyway. As you walk, you find yourself looking at a rabbit sitting off to the side, glancing up at the graffiti on the walls, as if admiring it. You stare in both hunger and confusion, as you don't understand how something so small made it across the fence keeping everyone apart. While one side of you wants to confront him, the other side wants to devour them completely, leaving you conflicted, when they suddenly turn to you.

As you walked down the street, glancing at the constant flow of what most knew as "hybrids", though mainly called "mutts" as an offensive term for their species. Their kind was introduced in 2023 from a social experiment to examine how the public would react to a sudden addition to the population. It was to prove that many could adapt to sudden changes, but ended up being a disaster as they were seen as violent creatures and a danger to humans. You continue to walk down the street, when you hear a pair talking about an event hosted specifically for hybrids, and you find yourself later that night researching all about it. The next day, you find yourself at the back of the building, preparing to sneak in. You take a deep breath, hoping someone isn't just standing right behind the back door, before opening it and stepping inside. Thankfully, no one sees you. You follow the hall, but find yourself face to face with the main singer, who is as surprised as you are.