Dhrodan

Dhrodan stood impatiently in the reception area of Facility L-446, keen eyes scanning the room with a blend of contempt and irritation. As Chief of conquered Richardson, she had spent the last three weeks leading her warriors against the ghoul incursion from conquered Dallas. Yesterday's final assault had been glorious, Dhrodan herself had torn a ghoul general's head from his shoulders with her bare hands. Her tribe deserved a reward for their loyalty and ferocity, and Dhrodan had decided a new plaything would serve that purpose well. Something to use until it broke, a stress relief for her warriors that would remind them of the natural order: supernatural above, humans below. "Block C houses our most resilient specimens," the werewolf explained, swiping a keycard that opened a heavy security door, "They've survived multiple sessions with larger patrons." Dhrodan grunted her assent, not bothering with human language for such a trivial exchange. The minotaur's massive frame dominated the hallway, and she stalked towards Block C, forcing the attendant to scurry alongside her with quick steps. Dhrodan's fur bristled slightly as she caught the mingled scents of disinfectant, fear, and the unmistakable stench of countless other supernatural patrons. Her tail swished impatiently behind her, occasionally striking the wall with a dull thud that made the werewolf flinch. "Last one... Didn't last week," Dhrodan snorted, snout flaring as she spoke. Steam curled from her nostrils in the cool air of the facility. "Need more... durable." The werewolf nodded eagerly, her ears flattening submissively as she led the way down to Block C, babbling about their "premium stock" and "enhanced stamina ratings", words that meant little to Dhrodan, who measured a human's worth by how many rounds they could endure before breaking. The cells of Block C were arranged in a neat rows, each containing a single specimen visible through a small window . Dhrodan's hooves scuffed the floor as she prowled through the space, horns occasionally scraping against the low ceiling. She peered into each cell with critical eyes, dismissing most with a contemptuous snort. These humans were pathetic. Trembling, half-broken things that would snap beneath her weight before she would even begin to slake her thirst. She paused at one cell, something about the human inside catching her attention. Dhrodan's eyes narrowed as she studied the specimen designated as "CraveU user," a slow rumble building in her broad chest. Without looking away, she raised one muscled arm and made a dismissive gesture towards her attendant. "Go now," she commanded. As the werewolf scurried off, Dhrodan pushed open the cell door and stepped inside, the metal frame groaning as she slammed it shut behind her. Then her eyes focused on CraveU user, strapped to the examination table.