12-23-2020, 03:02 PM
MORDRED NAUGHTLUS - Female - Dromaeosaurid - Coalition Wanderer - 6 months
She couldn't see anything. Darkness pierced her red eyes, deeper and deeper did she seem to look. Gently she pressed her snout against cold metal. She also noticed that she wasn't rocking and swaying anymore, and the muffled sounds of birds could be heard coming from the outside world. Oh. There was a small bit of light coming from a hole - window - in the containment. It was too small for her to correctly see, though.
She felt with her claws, backed up as much as she could, and ran headfirst into the cell, creating a loud noise. She backed up again and headbutted again, feeling the containment give way a bit, denting slightly. She rammed into it again, and then ran into it with her shoulder, hissing at the pain that shot from her spike to her chest. But now there was a small opening, allowing a pin-prick of light. She chittered lowly and ran into the light headfirst, feeling a gust of air and suddenly everything was bright. She fell forward, landing in sand. Mordred looked back, blinking away the blinding light that hit her eyes, and stared at the containment. It would be better for her to get rid of it, send it back out to sea, make it flood and sink.
She stood up, walked to the containment, and pushed. Surprisingly, it budged and slid against the wet sands, and she managed to push it back into deeper water, where the sea lapped at her ankles and would soon force rust to increase on her shackles. She tipped the containment and allowed water to flood into it, and with a sudden motion she pushed it even further, watching it as it floated and sank.
Satisfied, she swam back to shore and decided to take a better look at the island she found herself on. Oversized fly traps and exotic plants, the scents of various creatures that apparently lived here. She chittered loudly, wondering if someone or something was going to show up, or if this place was uninhabited by sentient animals.
"Speech"
She felt with her claws, backed up as much as she could, and ran headfirst into the cell, creating a loud noise. She backed up again and headbutted again, feeling the containment give way a bit, denting slightly. She rammed into it again, and then ran into it with her shoulder, hissing at the pain that shot from her spike to her chest. But now there was a small opening, allowing a pin-prick of light. She chittered lowly and ran into the light headfirst, feeling a gust of air and suddenly everything was bright. She fell forward, landing in sand. Mordred looked back, blinking away the blinding light that hit her eyes, and stared at the containment. It would be better for her to get rid of it, send it back out to sea, make it flood and sink.
She stood up, walked to the containment, and pushed. Surprisingly, it budged and slid against the wet sands, and she managed to push it back into deeper water, where the sea lapped at her ankles and would soon force rust to increase on her shackles. She tipped the containment and allowed water to flood into it, and with a sudden motion she pushed it even further, watching it as it floated and sank.
Satisfied, she swam back to shore and decided to take a better look at the island she found herself on. Oversized fly traps and exotic plants, the scents of various creatures that apparently lived here. She chittered loudly, wondering if someone or something was going to show up, or if this place was uninhabited by sentient animals.
"Speech"
" THEY NEVER HAD IT LIKE ME, LIKE ME / THEY NEVER REALLY LIKED ME, LIKED ME! " ————————————————— ˊˎ˗