"Keep going!" I screamed! We were SO close!
"Ohhh…. I can feel it!" Volk yelped, panting, sweat pouring down his fur in sheets.
"Push! Harder!" I yelled in ecstasy. SO CLOSE!
"Harder!" I repeated.
"HARDER!" i screamed with all of my might.
"Here it comes…" Volk yelped, then gasped in release.
A faint trickling sound filled the room. Volk stood in the center, a weak stream of liquid pouring from his hand.
"Another failure," he growled. I sighed, and lifted my recorder, switching it on.
"Spirit stone substitute number 804-B rendered ineffectual on Deamos testing. With great exertion, slight results were garnered, but was rendered ultimately redundant. Status; discontinued," I recorded. I crossed the lab, and filled a glass with water.
"Here," I said, handing the drink to the winded Lupine. "You did a good job; you need to hydrate." With a pant of thanks, he took the glass and drank heavily.
Volk and I had been working together for several weeks, attempting to discover an alternate power source. With the disappearance of the spirit stones from this world, many spirit stones had been rendered powerless. Though we had more than enough at hand for now, it was still a limited supply. Pressure for an alternative power source had increased dramatically. My goal was to create a spirit stone substitute, both for human technology and deimos magic. So, naturally, I needed a Deimos lab assistant. It had taken some doing, but with the help of some experimental Lupine pheromones, I convinced Volk to lend his expertise.
In small doses, the pheromones cause docility, obedience. Nothing excessive, but a healthy disposition.
Volk set down his now empty glass.
"Ready for another test?" he checked?
"As long as you are," I consented, crossing to the metal chest. I opened it, removing a set of spirit stones substitutes.
"Beginning test on spirit stone substitute number 405-A," I said to no one in particular. After all this time, it's just habit. Volk gripped the substitute in his paw, closed his eyes, concentrated… then he raised his hand.
"Water Crash," he said, calling upon the magic in his veins. This batch seemed fat more reactive, as shown by the light and static that raced up and along his arm. Something was different though… the normal color for any lupine magic was either a light blue, or pale red. This was bright yellow.
Suddenly, a bolt of lightning arced from his outstretched hand, slamming into a rack of beakers. Glass shattered and liquids splashed across the floor. Volk froze in shock, outstretched hand trembling.
"Spirit stone substitute 405-A mutated deimos energy," I recorded striding over to view the damage. "Alternated aquatic based Lupine attack to what seemed to be lightning." I glanced at Volk, who remained frozen in place, save for the occasional shudder. "Subject appears stunned. Possible magical backlash?"
I surveyed the smashed glass, and different substances that now littered the floor. I stooped and shifted through the shards, and fine blue powder.
Suddenly I froze in fear, and my eyes widened in terror. This blue powder, this substance that littered the floor… it was the Lupine pheromones!
Volk's frozen posture quickly took on a brand new meaning…