Mrs_NerdAlert's contest

The Contest

A figure walked slowly past the grey buildings, their size intimidating and brooding. The few windows they had reflected the lack of sunlight, the pale light of the setting sun casting itself upon the pedestrians and vehicles that lined the streets. The figure hung his head low, wary of wandering eyes and his own appearance not being appealing to said people. The young male had walked miles from his apartment to go to his class. Not school, no. That ended two weeks ago, he was free from that for a few more days. But the class for his illness. His illness that everyone in this dark and dim city seemed to suffer with.
Depression.
You see, in this world in which the figure lived where not like you nor me, for they where what we now refer to as, Lion Tails. Figures with features much relating to that of a lion, but had traits contributing to their terrible title as "monstrosities". The boy we watch closely as of now carries the name Dale, and the pressure of concealment. Dale possessed four furry arms and a visibly terrible and monstrous mouth replacing his stomach. Dale stopped at the entrance, the building towered above him, shadow crawling as far as it could across the pavement, barely touching the deserted gas station behind Dale. The lion reached into his hoodie pocket and retrieved his phone, making sure his timing was right and he would not embarrass himself by coming in too late, or too early. Nervously, Dale picked at his claws and paced around quietly until the door opened. The door revealed a rather attractive lion, his hair pulled back and suit tight around his chest. He looked up at Dale, and smiled warmly, motioning the other male into the building. Dale walked in cautiously, and prepared his prescription and receipt.
"I'm Zachary, I'll be showing you to your class." Zach smiled and revealed rather sharp teeth, and a pair of horns atop his head. He was quite the looker, in Dale's opinion. He was led to an uncomfortably familiar room where a large table took up so much of the room, the only space was just enough for chairs to be tucked in nicely and parallel to the walls around the room. A lioness sat squarely on the chair at the front of the table, the chair he was assigned into differed from the others only by being 2 inches higher that the rest. Every chair was the same shade as the other seven, and not a spot on any of the walls contained a darker tint than that the other three. The woman motioned for Zach to leave, and for Dale to come closer. Dale nodded and took a seat closest to the lion lady, and placed his empty prescription glass on the table. He fidgeted with the lid and the lid popped off and fell to the floor. He began to sweat and grabbed the lid of the floor and took his receipt from his pocket. He pushed it nervously to the stern figure sitting before him. She refused to acknowledge the existence of his needed medication and looked Dale in the eyes. She pulled her hair back and revealed two beady eyes above her first two. They stared at him and Dale felt fear and bile crawl up his throat, refusing to go down as silence entered the room. To show someone your unique and often frightening features was a symbol of love and trust, but also threatening to others. The woman paused.
" You are not here for a refill on your prescription, Mr.Johansen. I need a subject." She announced. Voice stern and demanding.
"O-oh ok. When- what subject?Dale questioned fearfully, chest tightening in anxiety.
"A test subject." She smiled viscously and grinned wickedly.
"And you happen to be perfect for the job."