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Post by ryuu on Oct 13, 2009 13:17:28 GMT -5
The stormeagle sat hunched up in the tiny cage that was now his prison. The huge bird, whos body alone was nearly as big as a human, even when his wings werent open, was reduced to a shadow of his former self. His golden feathers were drab and unkept, and several of his tail feathers had been cut off. Why his tail feathers? Becouse no one was going to dare trying to steal them from the fornt, were he could stab them with his raver sharp beak! At least, not yet...
Thye were expert hunters, the adventuriers who had captured him, but even so, he was a mighty beast for them to have cought. He would cost a fortune at the mythical creatures market he was heading to... Chances are some rich nobal would buy him for his purifing blood, and feathers that were said to have power over lightning.
He was trapped with no way out, his doom, the market drawing near with every heavy step of the cart horses that where pulling the trailer he was in along.
Dull orange eyes stared out of the ruffled feathers, pleading for help.
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Post by Fury on Oct 13, 2009 14:37:01 GMT -5
In a cage near the poor stormbird sat a small dragon the size of a cat. Its white scales would mean it would make the seller a pretty penny for sure. Its blue eyes spoke of an intelligence beyond the simple mortal realm. A sign on the cage said "Dragon, cheap, female. Willing to sell her for no less than a few thousand, age is unkown. Killing, skinning, and stuffing optional but will cost higher price."
However her gaze was dulled and dreary as she ignored the sign. She felt hopeless and forlorn, lost in the tides of fate as her feathered tail swept back and forth and the feathers on her wings and back were sloppy. Most of her looked ragged.
(quick desc- white dragon, cat-sized, blue eyes, white feathered wings, blue feathers down back, blue feathers on tail's end)
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Post by ryuu on Oct 14, 2009 7:13:37 GMT -5
There was no sign on the stormeagles cage, and if there had ever been he had long ripped it off.
They would be there in round a minutes time, the smells and sounds of the amrket was already overpowering. The stormeaglecould smell blood, fresh and old,along with meat, the stink of sweat...and fear. Strange cries of even stranger creatures could be heardcompeating over the din.
And thtas were they wereheading...
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Post by Boredum on Oct 20, 2009 17:39:38 GMT -5
Towards the bird and dragon's right was a young looking creature. It had the body of a slim horse, though thick bat wings were folded tightly against its body. Five horns were lined up on his forehead, trailing down the equine's neck. A metal mask hid his eyes-- if he even had any!--, and his tail was like a serpents, ending in a vicious looking blade.
The creature turned in his small cage, the gems embedded in his shoulders and tail glowing a furious red. His ears were both pierced with two ear cuffs. The equine let out a horse like snort, still circling around.
A sign made of just simple wood, string and red paint was upon his cage, indicating him as a Penticorn crossed with a Pegasus.
PenticornxPegasus, Male, Four Years. To be sold at forty thousand(Rare species!) The sign read, with rather sloppy handwriting.
Suddenly, the creature struck out with a cloven hoof at the metal bars, his head bent between both front legs. The tuft of a beard flickered to fire, along with his mane and tail.
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Post by ryuu on Oct 21, 2009 13:17:29 GMT -5
They were there now. The clang of the equines hoof was laud enough to be heard over the rest of the din, and coused the Stormeagle to twist his head round slightly to look.
Suddenly they ground to a holt with a slight shudder, and the back of the cart was taken off so they could unload them easyer. Not that getting any of them down was going to be an easy task...
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Post by Wintersoul on Oct 23, 2009 10:02:21 GMT -5
But, the one to enter the depressing cart wasn't who one would have expected.
A young girl, with a bit of difficulty, lifted herself into the cart from outside, where the sun was shining brightly. It cast a glow upon the room, upsetting the moths and flies hanging lazily from it's walls.
She stood up, wiping the dust from her already filthy clothes. She had round, dark eyes, which glanced from cage to cage nervously, and ratty brown hair. The dress she was wearing looked more like a burlap sack tied at the waist with twine. She was bare-footed, her hands and feet cracked and caked with dirt. But at her feet, a tiny ball of slick black fur purred happily. But the cat looked far from affectionate- it's slanted eyes looked hungrily at some of the cages, and the way it would look at the creatures inside was as if it was possessed by a demon.
She made her way to the far corner, the cat following close behind. where jars sat in rows on a shelf. Each one was labeled with scribbly handwriting, and it was a wonder she could tell what each one meant. "Feed them..." She mumbled to herself. "They won't look so bad at the market. Feed them..."
She took a jar off the shelf, and opened it. A musty odor wafted through the room. Taking the scooper that had been inside, she shoveled up some food and poured it between the bars of a few cages, skipping others. When she was done, she took it back, closed it, and switched to a different jar. This time, the smell was unmistakeable. Dried meat. It had no scoop.
She made er way over to the stormeagle and dragon, for she wasn't sure exactly what the hybrid-thing ate. It looked vicious enough to bea meat-eater. But it was obviously some kind of horse.
She hesitated. These three looked rather mean. She didn't like the mean animals that father brought in. They bit her. The cat looked up at her, still purring patiently. She bent down and handed it a small strip of meat while she thought. It chewed happily, it's purring now coming in short gasps.
Finally, she resolved to merely fling the meat in from a safe distance. She did so for the dragon- the meat bounced off the metal bars of the cage, and she tried again. This time it went through. She did the same for the stormeagle, and shrugging to herself, the hybrid too. She found a jar of grain and poured it in with a long, extra-safe scooper. Just in case it didn't like meat after all.
After the feeding, she shuffled away to the back right corner, as far away from the entry as she could. She slid down onto her bottom, hugging her knees. The cat was still enjoying his treat at her side. She'd wait a while for the animals to finish eating before telling father that they were okay to unload. [/center] |
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Post by ryuu on Oct 23, 2009 12:24:49 GMT -5
It was a good thing the girl hadent tried to feed the stormeagle by hand. Chances where he would have tried to eat as much of her arm as possible along with the meat. And if he hadnet tried to eat her, chances where becouse he was so distressed and on the edge, the secound his beak had come into contact with the meat, a shock of lightning would have been sent into the girl, most likely killing her isntantly.
But becosue she had been warey of him she was still alive.
The stormeagle gazed down at the small hunk of dried meat. It was haning half in and half out of his cage and already flies where buzzing over to investigate it. Instead of snapping it up, she just looked at it for a while and then hunched himself up in his cage more then ever, his intimidating amber eyes fixed on the little cat at her feet.
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Post by Boredum on Oct 23, 2009 18:26:38 GMT -5
The pegasus hybrid lowered his head wearily at the food, then slowly nibbled at the grain. The meat was left untouched; he was not to eat that. The equine kangarooed his head over at the girl. Her scent was strange, humanlike.
The penticorn slowly shifted in the small cage, his tail flicking gently as he tossed his head. The horse took an oversized bite of the grain, only to nearly choke on it. Ugh. Silly horse. Hybrid would toss his head once more, only for two of his horns to crash through the top of the cage and stick.
His body expressions said everything. Surprise rang throughout his body, and his muscles twitched angrily. The stallion tried to wretch his horns away from the cage, but no avail. Was he to spend all his life stuck to a hunk of wood?
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Post by ryuu on Oct 24, 2009 14:21:26 GMT -5
The Stormeagle finally everted its gaze away from the cat to watch the strange horse creature. How had it managed to get into such an odd predidement? He hadent been watching at the time. He ruffled his feathers as he watched the creature struggle to get free. Several of his golen feathers floated away from him as he did. That really wasnt supposed to happen. As he stared at the Equine he chirruped at it, and along with the sound he broudcasted through his mind for all near to hear: Stuck. It didint matter what languege those round him spoke, they could all undertsand his unspoken word.
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Post by Fury on Nov 3, 2009 18:53:44 GMT -5
As if amazed to hear words, the little feathered Dragon laughed. The sound coming from her throat sounded as if it was mixed with a growl but it was indeed musical. Stuck indeed. came her own comment. It was snarky. She had a lot of personality even if she had been broken by her capture.
She looked down at the meat before her, looking it over. Eventually she snorted and looked away. Unacceptable. she commented rather simply. I refuse this human filth excuse of a meal. I eat fresh meat or not at all. This is no way to treat a Dragon!
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Post by ryuu on Nov 4, 2009 14:05:38 GMT -5
The hunched figure slumped. Too true... He morned quietly. I am a Stormeagle, not a carrion bird. I havent eaten something I havent killed myself since I was a chick...
He stared at the offending lump of meat moresly, wishing it were a live rabbit, or maybe something more subtancial like a goat. He hadent seen a live rabbit since he had been cought, but he was sure he had heard the bleat of a goat more then once on their jearny here.
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Post by Wintersoul on Nov 4, 2009 19:42:14 GMT -5
The girl simply stared at the three, her glance flickered from the stuck creature, and to the two others as they spoke. She remained silent for a long while. It was only when the cat, his intense gaze on all three, stood and his tail brushed against her arm. She stuttered a moment, and finally spoke.
"I-I'm sorry..." She whimpered. "We don't have fresh meat..." She was staring down at her knees, hugging them tightly. The cat, meanwhile, stalked over to the equine's enclosure.
Well, then. In a bit of a bind, it looks like. He murred, amused. [/center] |
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Post by ryuu on Nov 5, 2009 13:50:22 GMT -5
The Stormeagle glanced back over to the equine, wondeirng how it would manage to gte out. Hopefully the wood would give way eventually and not the creatures horns. Prehaps the human would try and get him loose.
So there was no fresh meat, aye? He could see several creatures round him that he could probably turn into fesch meat if he had the chance. Some looked tastyer then others, and less dangerous... Anyway, it was considered a very bad thing to do, killing another mythical for food.
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Post by Boredum on Dec 8, 2009 21:41:22 GMT -5
The penticorn let out a large squeal, thrashing wildly at the wood. His cloven hooves struck out at the cage, and the feral hybrid nearly broke one of his beautiful horns. His unseeing head turned slightly, letting out another helpless squeal.
Please... I am stuck! He said in his language, his breath quickening as the pegasus hybrid started to panic. The gems in his body started to glow a lonesome blue; he was going to be stuck there forever unless that blasted human helped.
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Post by ryuu on Dec 13, 2009 13:23:49 GMT -5
Just then the owner of the cart stepped up into it. He glared breifly at his daughter, as though it was her fault one of his precious goods was trapped like that.
He then turned away from her without a word and marched up to the Penticorn. A means sneer crossed his palid face. "Dum animal!" He growled at it. If it wanst for the fact that Penticrons where worth so much healthy and alive he woudl ahve killed the creature first, then chopped off teh horn to release it, or else, if he wnated alive, just chopped off teh horn.
But it had to have all its horns intact really... pity.
He wanst sure what to do though, it was thrashing around a lot, if he tried to saw it loose, he might cut the horns.
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