Gremlin Fax wasn't the most fortunate of felines or didn't come from the fanciest or best background but, he supposed that he couldn't really complain so long as he was alive and well. Those from his old group had gotten rather cross with him, he had ultimately fucked himself over by making the Godfather rather... Upset. So, the Godfather had sent out his "dogs" to take out the small Asian leopard cat. He supposed that he kinda deserved it but that didn't mean he would make things easy for them though unfortunately, he ended up slipping up and they caught him in that given moment. Now, here he was... Being restrained by ropes that bind his limbs against his body and he squirmed around with a nervous chuckle leaving his maw "C'mon guys! We're all men here- well, except Suzie but she's a fuckin bitch. You guys should just... I don't know, let me go and you can say I'm dead to the big guy! Seems fair doesn't it, rights? Guys?" He let out a soft screech as he was thrown into a box and one of them grabbed his chin telling him to shut the fuck up.

"Really? A fuckin shoebox? I feel I'm a bit more deserving of a shoebox, guys..." The small spotted feline would continue to speak but he was silenced by sharp claws scraping against his cheek, he was dazed for a moment only to say with a growl "Get fucked you assholes! Just wait til I'm outta thes-" But he was interrupted as they shoved a piece of cloth into his jaws only to close the box. He could feel them moving it around and the sound of water reaching his ears. Oh, I'm fucked! I don't know how to swim aside the basic doggie paddle, he thought nervously so, the small feline shook the box around only to realize that those idiots hadn't held the box. With a large heave, Gremlin knocked the box a bit only to feel himself rolling down and the cloth fell out of his jaws "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA FUCK ME!" He could feel the box bounce off a large rock and sent the shoebox with Gremlin Fax inside flying into the air, he continued to screech.

Eventually, the box would land harshly onto a bunch of gravel and Gremlin laid there in the darkness of the box. He wheezed quietly trying to catch his breath, he would mumble with his single ear pressed flat against his skull "I think I'm going to be fucking sick... And I thought the ferris wheel was bad." His whiskers twitched as he laid there in silence for a few minutes. After all, he didn't want those assholes to find him but... It was getting rather lonely and Gremlin enjoyed the attention even if it did mean that he was potentially endangering himself. "I-is anyone there? HeLLOOOOOOOOOOOOOO?" He called out with a frown. Man, those assholes hadn't even poked holes into the box. What fucking degenerates. The small wild cat decided that he would fall silent, maybe catch a few Zs while he was at it.

MORDRED NAUGHTLUS - Female - Dromaeosaurid -  Coalition Wanderer - 6 months

The killing machine was making her rounds, solitary patrols and hunting, when she heard someone calling out. The dromaeosaur chittered gently, slinking toward the source of the noise. A.. containment? A very small box. She approached it and sniffed, taking a note of the strong mammal scent. "Hmm." She hummed, placing a clawed hand on the top of the shoebox, claws threatening to puncture the material and potentially harm whoever was inside.

[color=#ff9999]"Speech"

The demon would twitch his whiskers for a moment before opening his eyes feeling someone touch the shoebox and noticed a claw sinking through the box causing his body to tense up "WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK!" He hissed though it gave him an idea as he brought his body closer so he could cut the ropes, it seemed to work. I'm a genius, the Asian leopard cat thought to himself with a cocky smirk on his maw though he would grow stiff hearing that someone else was approaching the two of them. Gremlin fell quiet once more trying to figure out if he should bust out and make a run for it, his pupil widening as he tried to piece together a plan within his mind. Grem swallowed slowly feeling his body shaking as he mumbled under his breath "Oh god fucking dammit... I have the worst luck," He closed his eye for a moment pinning his ear against his skull trying to figure out what to say.

Then the other footsteps finally spoke saying that they heard screaming and proceeded to tap on the shoebox. He shifted around the box bringing his restraints up to the claw that had sunk into the box using it to slice of the ropes but the idiot moved too quick and the claw scraped against the flesh of his shoulder causing a hiss to leave him. "YES, I AM INSIDE THE BOX NOW... THE ONE WITH THE SHARP CLAW... PLEASE MOVE IT." Without saying another word, the small demon would lift his hind legs and use all his strength in an attempt to kick off the box's top and Mordred's claw if successful, he would move out of the box and moved away from the both of them. His eye widening at the sight of the large owl griffin and dinosaur "What the actual fuck... Am I on Isla Nublar? The shit is this?" He would keep a distance only to lap at his new cut, he couldn't believe that he was left on an island full of once dead creatures.

His single pupil would narrow trying to figure out where he was, he supposed that he would ask "Uhhh... Where am I exactly? I hope I'm not on a spinoff island of Jurassic park cause that would be rather... Shitty to say the least," Grem stopped looking at the reptilian beast deciding to settle his single eye onto the large owl griffin as he lifted a paw up to use a claw to pick at his teeth "Or did I actually die and the angels of this place is a little different than I expected?" He supposed that he would need to stop rambling and eventually introduce himself, with one last lap to his newest wound, the small Asian leopard cat would adjust the bow on his chest "Uhm... Anyways, I'm Gremlin Fax... Who're you guys?" His spotted tail lashed to the sides before curling around his paws.

MORDRED NAUGHTLUS - Female - Dromaeosaurid -  Coalition Wanderer - 6 months

Mordred glanced at Kuragori as he spoke, warning her not to cut into the box. She simply rolled her eyes. He wasn't a higher ranking than her, his words meant nothing. She went to puncture more holes when the lid was kicked up, her claws still stuck in it. She hissed, looking at Gremlin while she tore the lid apart. Small. A treat? She leaned forward and sniffed, relishing the scent of prey.

With Gremlin's words she recoiled, a vicious growl coming from her throat. To be compared to such.. such.. lowly creatures? She jerked her head forward, holding back every fiber of her body as to not lunge at the measly ball of fur in front of Kuragori, who could probably stop her. Most likely.

"Speech"

When the dinosaur approached him, the small Asian leopard cat would take a few steps back "Whoa there, clever girl." Though he glanced over at Kuragori as the owl griffin spoke to the large reptilian brute, Grem would let out a soft breath before tensing up as the other reformed to him as little imp, now, back the fuck up. He was some form of demonic entity or whatever so the imp part didn't bother him so much aside from the popping noise that came after pronouncing the word but... Little imp. Not to mention the fact that prissy feathers over there had stated that he wasn't much of a threat. The fuck did that mean? Absolutely insulting. He was very threatening, thank you very much. Gremlin had to bite down on his tongue to refrain from saying anything completely stupid that would make him breakfast for Dino from the Flintstones. Instead, his tail lashed in an irritable manner as he would say with a soft chuckle "Yeah, I'm pretty harmless." He hated saying it but if he wanted admission then he would have to roll with whatever bullshit was being said to him.

He was about ready to make his grand exit until Mister Prissy Feathers decided to introduce himself. Kuragori, Kura or Gori. Prissy Feathers or Rat with wings seems a lot more fitting to me, he thought with his single pupil narrowed into a dangerous slit yet he figured that he shouldn't be such a jackass after the guy told Jurassic Park reboot over here not to eat him. "Uhm... Right, I guess you can call me Grem if that suits your fancy, I guess." His whiskers twitched for a moment as Kuragori explained where he was. Damn, guess he wasn't on Isla Nublar... How disappointing. He would lift up one of his back legs to scratch absentmindedly behind his good ear only to frown slightly before he shook out his entire body "Damn... That's quite a mouthful of a name. I'll probs forget it in no time so I'll just call it the Condemned."

When the owl griffin began to inquire on why he was inside of the shoebox to begin with, it made his face grow warm with embarrassment as he bit down onto his tongue once again. He would brush down the fur that had lifted upwards and scratched his cheek with a single claw in a rather sheepish manner "Uh y'know... People wanted to get rid of me and decided I was deserving of a shoebox exit but I say otherwise. I should have gotten a cooler death, in my opinion anyways... But I'm generally hard to get rid of in the first place." He finally said with a soft hiss, well, now he had nowhere to go and there was absolutely no way that he was going back home where they would search for him. Maybe he should stick around and if Kuragori had fended off the overgrown lizard from him... Maybe just maybe... He blinked his single eye stepping back from his thoughts and said with a small smirk "So, is it possible for lil ol' me to stay here?"

He would rise to his paws slowly as he tilted his cranium slightly to the side, he might as well ask anyways but there was a pause "If I can't then if I'm allowed to I'd like to stay a few nights. Being trapped in a shoebox is... A rather interesting scenario if I do say so myself." He could understand why a shoebox but really dying in that way, well, that was a stupid death even for the demon. He liked going out with some style.

Grem had noticed how the other seemed distracted in a sense and his smirk would falter for a moment trying to figure out what to say or do. He was almost tempted to say something to possibly snap the owl griffin out of whatever thought process he currently had though that probably would've been rude of him. He nibbled a bit on the inside of his left cheek, this was rather awkward but he continued to stand where he was considering that he wasn't in a rush of any kind... Not as of right now. He doubted that those assholes would try anything given that he was surrounded by two giants, at least for him anyways, a soft sigh would leave his maw trying to piece together an idea on what he was going to do after he stays a few nights.

He was snapped out of his thoughts when Kuragori spoke once again and had called him Graham instead of Grem. It cause the small demons face to grow warm as his only good ear would press flat against his skull as he tried to figure out what or how to respond. He had never been called Graham before, no, he had been call several other things but those were mainly insults than pet names. It wasn't bad per say and he didn't mind it at all actually, so, he figured that he might as well let that be known. Grem would shrug his shoulders lightly after clearing his throat "Sure, you can call me Graham... As long as I get to-" Grem would pause trying to think of something in exchange for such a cutesie pet name, "Call you something as equally ridiculous..." He fell silent with a thoughtful expression only to blurt out with an almost proud smile "Ragu!"

He hadn't much of a clue as to why he decided on that but maybe it was because he was starting to get a bit hungry and he would flinch slightly when Kuragori would offer to show him around the island and that they were charmed to have him there. That was nice, he supposed. His tail lashed behind him as he seemed a bit hesitant at first but he knew that he would have a shit time trying to get around everywhere without someone to show him where to go. "I wouldn't mind the tour or company... I am pretty bad at directions and uh, I'd get lost... Probably..." He scratched at his chin with a single claw, god, he shouldn't be so trusting yet... He was getting treated a lot more differently than he had when he was back home. Maybe a change of scenery would be better for him. "Well uhm... Lead the way, Ragu." He felt stupid uttering the nickname but if the owl griffin was going to call him Graham, well, Grem wouldn't drop his nickname... Even if Mister Prissy feathers was a better nickname in his opinion.

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