CHANTALLLE

Abandoned Lab

You jump as you hear a rustle behind you. What could that have been? You smile slowly, hoping that your jumpyness only came from staring at the red blinking light on the remote.Turning around, you search for the source of the rustle. There were bushes, and right behind the leaves in the darkness there was a familiar blinking red light, looking at you from another angle. This red light was attached to something though. It wasn't the plant, for whenever the plant rustled in the wind, the red light would stay put. You creep down closer and peer inside to find a white hissi. It's eyes seemed lost while the unstoppable blinking continued of the red light.

Puzzled and curious for answers, you ask the small hissi: "What are you doing here? Who are you, and why is that collar around your neck?" you hoped that three, the magic number, questions wouldn't of had been too overwhelming for the hissi. It didn't seem to hesitate, falter, or even care about talking of her past. Her voice was slightly metallic, yet you know that it was coming from a living thing.

She replied, almost in a whisper: "I am number 692. I am here because this is the place I only know how to survive in. This collar is for tracking my health, progress, and where I am." She finished her sentence. Not saying anymore, not saying anything less. She seemed to have been raised as if like a computer.

Were you... A lab test?" you asked, almost unwillingly. If you were a lab test, you wouldn't exaclty want to talk about that part of your life either. The hissi simply nods, pointing at her wing.

This is what my number is. I had to remember is as a name so when they called me, I came." Her eyes seem to glass over for a moment, but maybe it was just the leaves shading some of her eyes. You shook my head, wondering how this hissi could live such a life. You then lit up, thinking about helping the hissi.

Hey, you could come and live with me for a while." You offer a hand, as a sign of some sort of alliance. She shook her head to your suprise.

This... Is my home now." For some strange reason, the hissi quickly rested her head on your hand for a small second, and then she was gone. You look into the foliage, but's no use. The hissi was gone and you could do nothing about it. You crouch back up and stare back into the cracked window of the abandoned lab, looking at the glowing red tracking remote...

Chantallle, Number 692

Name: Birth Name is Chantallle, but she only remembers Chanta. She remembers clearly her lab number though, #692, which is engraved as a tatto on her wing.
Species:Hissi
Color:White
Gender:Female
History: She was taken from her nest once her nest was discovered to have albino hissis. For some reason, the no color in skin, eyes, and manes (for some hissis have them) made them perfect test subjects. Their genetic coding helped get results faster, or so the scientists thought. After a failer of electricity for a long time, the lab finally decided to shut down. Without power they couldn't do anything. Something turn it all off, so the lab closed off. They left most of the test subjects to starve, but a wild Magtile crawled in, hoping to find shelter when he saw Chanta and saved her. She lives near the lab since it was her only home, and she know only of the little world that she lived in since a young hissi.
Personality: Her voice is robotic, and she sends out information not like a conversation, but direct and precise. She isn't open, but when is comes to answering things she does it right away, since in the labs it resulted in disiplinary actions. Her voice, although metallic, is very soft. She rarely uses it now and it has grown weak. She shies away light for it hurts her eyes, and sunbathing wasn't soothing as most hissis like it. It burned her skin and made it peel and itchy. She rather stay in the cool shade, and was now used to the coldness. She likes the night for it's cool, easy on her eyes, and she found something beautiful.

Likes: Shade Jesse (Magtile) Trees and Bushes (for hiding)

Dislikes: Sunlight Heat The life she could've lived

Albino Snakes

Albino snakes come from two parents who both have the reccesive gene of albinism. That's the only way you have a chance to get one. Albinoes are white because they lack the gene to make pigment into their skin, eyes, and hair. That's what causes the eyes to be blood red, for they are not colored. The red you see come from the red blood cells from under the lense. Albino snakes aren't always white. They range from the color of snow to the usual color, just faded.

Art :3

By Meh

And Not By Meh

Come Back Later?

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Maybe if you use this blinking traker link, it would lead you back to Chantallle.

Others

Chantallle has met others...