Friday, March 20, 2009

Fang on Suppressant (Holy SHIT)

So yeeeeaaahhh...
This past weekend I took the effort to see if there was any way I could inject suppressant into Fang. I had come up with a brilliant idea. Since Fang has been genetically engineered to have the skin of Superman, it's impossible to get a needle through his skin. So I thought, why not try injecting it under the tongue? I decided to give it a whirl.

It was possibly the scariest thing I've ever done.

Remember how Fang has retractable fangs, hence his name? Well, to be exact, the top canines are about and inch long when fully extended, and the base (where they are closest to the gums) are a little wider than the average canine. That's big.
To let you know, I figured this out when I first saw him yawn.
Anyway, sticking a sharp pointed object in Fang's mouth is not the safest stunt to pull off. If he bit down, I might have lost just the syringe if I was lucky. Then Kephason would have had to make me bionic fingers or something, which, while being cool, would kind of still suck.

Anyway...

I prepped Fang for the pain, and he said he could tolerate pain. Still, I didn't trust him not to bite my hand off. Sticking the needle in was tricky enough, and having Fang 's fangs looming over like that made it harder. He growled, but he didn't clamp his mouth shut. I managed to inject it all in.

And then, it happened.

The first time is rather painful, because you don't know what will come. After a few times you get more used to it. But Fang had collapsed on the floor, mainly due to the shape-changing of his legs. It was actually a bit gruesome to watch.
But once Fang was done shifting, us girls began to have a hard time.

Fang was positively drop-dead HAWT.

Like, shit man! Tall, lean, muscular, with beautiful hair, and the Prince Charming of all faces...

He's like the perfect blonde-haired blue-eyed guy from our fantasies. Like really, who hasn't dreamed up the perfect blondie? I'll admit shamelessly that I have.
At first, we thought the fantastical creature on the ground, wearing Fang's baggy clothes, had changed places with the Fang we knew while we weren't looking. But then we came to terms that that was Fang. Fang the Abominable, now Fang the Mr. Hunk.

Oh my. It was too much for us to take almost.

And then we all laughed when Fang stood up, because his pants fell down, and he had a gigantic rip in the back of them anyway to let his tail through. He slunked off all red-faced and embarrassed, walking awkwardly because his legs were different. We were back to staring at him adoringly after he changed into clothes that fit. (Or stayed on. Fang is the kind of guy who likes baggy clothes).

Then we went into town, and he was stared at...by everyone! Even more than Trinity was, and she is usually the one people stare at. Ulric had a hard time getting her attention, because her eyes were set on Fang (Trust me. You wouldn't be able to stop staring either). Some obnoxiously preppy Hollister-advertising girls even asked for his cell phone number, and he retorted that he didn't have a cell. True. He didn't. His claws had destroyed it a while ago.

And Anona was even more in love with him than before, and stayed by his side, occasionally showing mild public displays of affection, mainly to get everyone to stop staring, conveying that he was taken. Fang was trying to ignore everyone, but thought it something of no surprise that he was stared at. He would get attention no matter if he was repressed or not. The kind of attention differed, however. But he did enjoy Anona's small cuddles and hugs, since she was not normally like that, and he, despite the way he looked normally, was actually a cuddler. (If you can get past the whole "Fang=monster" deal, seeing him and Anona curled up on the couch is actually quite adorable).

But yeah. He got us into Watchmen, just by smiling at the girl at the front desk. Good movie, but I didn't dig the whole Mr. Manhattan-in-the-buff thing. Fang hid his head in Anona's shoulder during the more gruesome parts. Andy said that they reminded him of his past.

Ugh.

...Wait. How did a kid get in to see this movie? I swear that he can still trick people with his mind even when he is suppressed. Also reading Fang's mind...

Once the suppressant wore off (I gave him a small dose, and we were home again) Fang kind of moped around for the rest of the day, looking glum. He accidentally knocked over a lamp with his tail, and almost broke down crying with unhappiness.
"Why do I have to be so different!?!" he had yelled, and ran up to his bedroom.
Poor guy.
Anona talked to him, as well as Andy, who is like a little brother to him now. He felt better, but still unhappy. It was the first time he had ever gone out in public, and being able to do so, I learned, was a dream come true.

Well, it's late, and it's time to sign off.

'Night.

- Red

3 comments:

Apollo Morningstar said...

Glad Fang got to be normal for a litle while. How long did it take for the suprecant to wear off. Acording to your other blog, it took about 2 months for it to wear off. Did you make a weaker version, or is Fang more resistant to it? Sorry about the questions, but I'm curious.

Red said...

There are different doses. I gave him one that lasted a few hours. The highest dose is around two months.

Apollo Morningstar said...

thanks for clearing that up.