Do I even have an excuse for this? No. Do I plan on continuing it? ...Man, you have been here for almost two years and you still expect consistency from me? Wild, Appreciating that undying trust.
Anyways, I made this with you on mind, @brutal-nemesis hope you like it if you read it lol
CW// manhandling, cages, muzzles, nonhuman whumpee, implied death and eye whump.
The cage rattled as it’s new inhabitant was thrown into it. Locks inside and out, the cinches of the belts around its torso and long inhuman legs well secured. A muzzle kept their growling contained and lastly, just a few inches of slack for the chain connecting to a heavy metal collar. The poachers had been well paid to get one of them alive, they wouldn’t take any chances.
The team congratulated each other as they covered the cage with a blanket despite the creature’s panicked cries. It could slam itself against the cage however much it wanted, but it wouldn’t free it, and with no way to at least take in its surroundings, going back home was quickly becoming an impossible feat.
At the last second before his sight narrowed to pitch darkness, it saw the remnants of its home reduced to ash. It’s family splayed around empaled by the poacher’s traps. It squeezed itself against the cage’s bars and let out a series of bird like keens, muffled by the muzzle, they came out as tiny sobs. A pitiful attempt to call for anyone that might still be alive among the sea of bodies. For much desperately needed help.
Its cries were quickly drowned by the sound of the truck’s engine starting, taking the creature away from anything that might be familiar, safe. As the hours drawn out long without so much as a kick to its cage to shut its keening, the creature curled up in the ground of its cage, it’s tail curling around its body, finally, in silence. Not because it gave up in calling for help, even if it knew it should be too far from anyone that would hear it by now, but because the belts fastened around its torso were left so tight, it struggled to breathe. The sound of each inhale it took, more and more alike to a wheeze.
White spots began to spray its vision as his inhaling became more and more ragged.
Was he going to die there? Would it be better than get wherever these humans were taking him?
Tears began to prick its eyes as a knot formed on its throat, further depriving it from precious air.
No…no! He had to go back home. He couldn’t be sure they were all dead until he saw it with his own two eyes. Besides…
It made itself relax, taking in smaller breathes despite the burn in its lungs.
Humans had left them alone for the most part since his great great grandfather’s generation took off to settle in the deeps of the forest, or so he have been told. The only humans he had ever saw were the one in funny green furs that had offered him nuts, long ago when it was but a chick still too adventurous for their own sake and now, when the humans hands had no offerings, but sticks that shot fire and lighting, he hadn´t been fast enough to throw the alarm on time.
They had caught him last when he was about to fly for help, twisting in a trap made of metal as he fell into the ground and then he was freed only to be restrained further before being thrown into a cage.
Oblivious to its future at the hands of its captors, careless enough to not notice right away the reason to the sudden stop of its cries, the young creature closed its eyes before falling into unconsciousness.
Far from there, someone laid out her tools, excitedly preparing for the arrival of the main subject to her investigation.
Her eyes shined with a brightness she had lost with her last subject, now only a stain of blood leading to the back of her laboratory the only and a pair of eyes being carefully put into a shelf. Satisified with the new addition to her collection she walked to the case where she kept her tools. One by one, at the rhythm of a cheerful tune, she began laying out the scalpels, the tweezers, the heavy bone saws, hooks, scissors, forceps and the myriad of scalpels and needles of different sizes for specific uses . She never knew how feisty or how hard its bones and flesh could be, so she ought to be prepared for everything.
After every instrument was laid in the table perfectly, she moved to check on the oxygen masks and tanks. Passing through her fingers the tubes to check for holes and satisfactorily, finding none.
She was reading her past notes with a hot tea cup by her side when the bell finally rang.
