Rosalynd (bat / mouse):
Yashanecco, the cat-girl, seemed very kind, and my slight fear seemed irrational. Considering that I appeared to be part rodent now, and that she was obviously part cat, it may have been some sort of animal instinct. Only when she gave me a shirt, did I realize that I hadn't been wearing anything. This was all too weird to be a dream; my nightmares never have pleasant people in them.
Some men in uniform were around us, but they were quickly taken care of by some other hybrids. The guards were not very well prepared to face this kind of threat. I couldn't blame them, this was something out of a sci-fi flick.
A guy that looked like he had dino-spikes was in the center of the room. He appeared to be trying to rally us, but then panicked and pulled a dog-man beside him to continue speaking.
As I looked around me, everyone appeared to be in their teens or early twenties. I didn't see anyone else my age. Everyone was very odd, some of them growing both fur and scales. I guess I'm not one to talk, with my fur and wings. I had always heard of bats refered to as flying rats, maybe the scientists had a twisted sense of humor?
Speaking about flying, maybe I should test out my new wings? They didn't appear very sturdy, but I knew that creatures that fly need as little weight as possible. I was able to flap them, but they tired quickly and I was unable to take off. I guess I'll have to strengthen them before I can be capable of flight. A hawk-girl seemed to be in the same position.