[Poppy]

Everything was happening so fast, Ceral didn't know what to do. Another handler was rushing at him but all he could focus on was biting as hard as he could onto the man's arm under him, his venom seeking into the gashes his teeth tore open. He didn't see Ivy until she put herself between the incoming handler and the one he'd been attacking. Ceral let his hold on the handler go, side stepping a bit as Ivy was attacked herself with the prod before he snaked forward again and grabbed the new human that had hurt Ivy, latching onto him steadily despite his thrashing about. He really couldn't be sure for how much longer the carnage continued, and it wasn't until a slight haze filled the air, making him tear up, that Ceral slumped from the other handler, rolling to the ground onto his side before his eyes flitted close.

Oh, gas. Lovely. He didn't even bother trying to fight it, knowing well enough that whatever this place had must've been good and geared towards dragons (and probably humans too, seeing as how some of them without their masks properly on looked to fall with the gas as well). In the sense of them having successfully hide the eggs and convince the staff that everything had just been because of a miscarriage, they'd failed; but at least they'd made it known to the humans that they weren't just pets or toys that they could fuck around with in their little play pen they had going on.