04-21-2016, 02:37 AM
Once, twice... Three times Demus blinked, trying to wake up. White walls, tiled floor- Suddenly Demus' heart leapt halfway up his throat. "No-" The prairie dragon scrambled to his feet. He was somehow in his human form again... Though he didn't remember switching. His mouth still tasted of blood... And he was in this room. The room. The room he hated more than anything. He could already feel the silence roaring at him, the blank ceiling staring at him, the same way it had done for months on end before. Before Avalon- Before Lago-
Lago. Demus suddenly felt his sense of panic sky rocket? Where was Lago? Was he alright? Was he stuck somewhere just as horrible as this? Suddenly Demus couldn't even think straight. He could only imagine Devin, and Lago and the way the swamp dragon had been shot down. Were their kits alright?
"Let me the fuck out!" Demus abruptly shouted, staring up at the corners of the room, trying to find where the camera was, because he certain there was one. "NOW!" He got louder as he found the camera and spat right at it. "Let me out! You fucking monsters! You awful pieces of good for nothing shit!" Demus kept up that way, shouting and pacing for a good while, a whole rainbow of curses spewing out of him. Of course though, there was no answer, not a sound not a movement. The door stayed shut, and he stayed trapped and wondering. Eventually Demus was too tired to yell anymore and dropped against the wall, knees hugged up to his chest. He wanted to switch forms and tear up the padded room to pieces, but that wasn't going to work, he had already tried that on his previous visit. The room was much to small for him switch without hurting himself.
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"I assure you Mr. Fiske, this was all preventable, nothing of this sort of situation will ever happen again."
Austin Fiske remained quiet for a moment, eyeing the man speaking to him up and down carefully. Han had never struck him as particularly well mannered or sensible man. He wasn't proving otherwise right now, blubbering and apologizing the way he was. It was rather off putting. "I should hope so... I must say that my family and I were very much dismayed when we received your cryptic phone call, especially my daughter... I have never known our Nymir to even raise his voice, let alone bite, he's been bred and socialized too well for this nonsense." He frowned. "I sent him here to provide a service. Dragons are a dying breed. Nymir is here to help remedy that, not to be turned into some savage beast."
"I understand." Han nodded quickly. He wished he hadn't had to notify the Fiskes of this incident at all. They had hardly inquired after the tundra dragon since his arrival in the facility... But this was enough uproar to cause for notice for any owners of dragons involved. Devin had been in horrible shape, and thankfully the prairie dragon who had maimed him was in sole custody of the facility, but Nym of course had bitten a man, another man had been caused irreversible respiratory damage and still wasn't even able to speak about what had happened. The whole thing was a mess. "There are precautions that were simply overlooked, another dragon seemed to cause quote a stir when-"
"I don't want to hear it." Fiske sighed and put a hand up. "I don't need to know how the riot started, Nym was involved, I will be paying for the injury caused to the man he bit." Fiske still thought that this was all a bit absurd, he had seen the video recording though, it couldn't be denied Nym had indeed bitten a handler. There had been several other dragons involved in the uproar, but they were none of his concern. "Tell me, Han, where is Nymir now?"
"He's being detained currently..." Han nodded. "Along with several other of the dragons involved."
"And his pregnancy is still viable after all of this ruckus?"
"Yes, of course, his physical and blood work came back clear." Han nodded.
"I would like to see him then." Fiske said. It wasn't a question. "If it's manageable of course." His tone was still not questioning.
Han looked surprised at that. He hadn't figured that Fiske would even be interested in seeing Nym, he seemed to still be seething mad at the dragon... And well, everything really. "Uh, alright." Han nodded. "It's not usually permitted that we bring anybody into the back of the lab... But-" He started towards the door. Fiske was an exception, of course. "Follow me..."
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"Austin?" Nymir couldn't believe his eyes when the door to his little... Cell... Whatever it was officially called, opened to reveal Mr. Fiske, followed by Han, though that was much more to his dismay.
"Nymir... I believe I need to speak with you." Mr. Fiske's brows were both furrowed deeply. "Your behavior towards the handler you bit was highly unacceptable, atrocious, and I very much do not enjoy being called down here because you were impulsive enough to join in the horrible chaos I watched on that video." Fiske spoke rapidly not even giving Nym a chance to do anything but blink at him. "You have not lived in my home only to become this savage beast." He glanced to Nym's stomach. "You have a duty to do, you know that."
Nym gaped a few times, still knelt on the floor. He couldn't think of anything to say, though he did instinctively touch a hand lightly to his stomach. Fiske knew... Of course he knew. Nym realized instantly that it would be stupid to think that his master wouldn't know about his pregnancy... That's why he had been sent here after all. There was a rush of probably ten different emotions flowing through him now. Hurt, anger, confusion. Finally all that came out of him was a meek. "Alright. I'm sorry."
"Good." Fiske answered. "This was serious, and I expect you to obey Dr. Han and Reva. The next time you act up, the consequences will be far more dire, I can assure you. Han, show me out."
Nym just nodded, and then slumped against the wall once Fiske and Han were gone again. His mind couldn't even process what had just happened... Not now, not anything that had happened with Ivan, or the eggs. He was terrified that he was going to be left locked up and alone forever. It all felt like a dream now. A nightmare.
Lago. Demus suddenly felt his sense of panic sky rocket? Where was Lago? Was he alright? Was he stuck somewhere just as horrible as this? Suddenly Demus couldn't even think straight. He could only imagine Devin, and Lago and the way the swamp dragon had been shot down. Were their kits alright?
"Let me the fuck out!" Demus abruptly shouted, staring up at the corners of the room, trying to find where the camera was, because he certain there was one. "NOW!" He got louder as he found the camera and spat right at it. "Let me out! You fucking monsters! You awful pieces of good for nothing shit!" Demus kept up that way, shouting and pacing for a good while, a whole rainbow of curses spewing out of him. Of course though, there was no answer, not a sound not a movement. The door stayed shut, and he stayed trapped and wondering. Eventually Demus was too tired to yell anymore and dropped against the wall, knees hugged up to his chest. He wanted to switch forms and tear up the padded room to pieces, but that wasn't going to work, he had already tried that on his previous visit. The room was much to small for him switch without hurting himself.
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"I assure you Mr. Fiske, this was all preventable, nothing of this sort of situation will ever happen again."
Austin Fiske remained quiet for a moment, eyeing the man speaking to him up and down carefully. Han had never struck him as particularly well mannered or sensible man. He wasn't proving otherwise right now, blubbering and apologizing the way he was. It was rather off putting. "I should hope so... I must say that my family and I were very much dismayed when we received your cryptic phone call, especially my daughter... I have never known our Nymir to even raise his voice, let alone bite, he's been bred and socialized too well for this nonsense." He frowned. "I sent him here to provide a service. Dragons are a dying breed. Nymir is here to help remedy that, not to be turned into some savage beast."
"I understand." Han nodded quickly. He wished he hadn't had to notify the Fiskes of this incident at all. They had hardly inquired after the tundra dragon since his arrival in the facility... But this was enough uproar to cause for notice for any owners of dragons involved. Devin had been in horrible shape, and thankfully the prairie dragon who had maimed him was in sole custody of the facility, but Nym of course had bitten a man, another man had been caused irreversible respiratory damage and still wasn't even able to speak about what had happened. The whole thing was a mess. "There are precautions that were simply overlooked, another dragon seemed to cause quote a stir when-"
"I don't want to hear it." Fiske sighed and put a hand up. "I don't need to know how the riot started, Nym was involved, I will be paying for the injury caused to the man he bit." Fiske still thought that this was all a bit absurd, he had seen the video recording though, it couldn't be denied Nym had indeed bitten a handler. There had been several other dragons involved in the uproar, but they were none of his concern. "Tell me, Han, where is Nymir now?"
"He's being detained currently..." Han nodded. "Along with several other of the dragons involved."
"And his pregnancy is still viable after all of this ruckus?"
"Yes, of course, his physical and blood work came back clear." Han nodded.
"I would like to see him then." Fiske said. It wasn't a question. "If it's manageable of course." His tone was still not questioning.
Han looked surprised at that. He hadn't figured that Fiske would even be interested in seeing Nym, he seemed to still be seething mad at the dragon... And well, everything really. "Uh, alright." Han nodded. "It's not usually permitted that we bring anybody into the back of the lab... But-" He started towards the door. Fiske was an exception, of course. "Follow me..."
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"Austin?" Nymir couldn't believe his eyes when the door to his little... Cell... Whatever it was officially called, opened to reveal Mr. Fiske, followed by Han, though that was much more to his dismay.
"Nymir... I believe I need to speak with you." Mr. Fiske's brows were both furrowed deeply. "Your behavior towards the handler you bit was highly unacceptable, atrocious, and I very much do not enjoy being called down here because you were impulsive enough to join in the horrible chaos I watched on that video." Fiske spoke rapidly not even giving Nym a chance to do anything but blink at him. "You have not lived in my home only to become this savage beast." He glanced to Nym's stomach. "You have a duty to do, you know that."
Nym gaped a few times, still knelt on the floor. He couldn't think of anything to say, though he did instinctively touch a hand lightly to his stomach. Fiske knew... Of course he knew. Nym realized instantly that it would be stupid to think that his master wouldn't know about his pregnancy... That's why he had been sent here after all. There was a rush of probably ten different emotions flowing through him now. Hurt, anger, confusion. Finally all that came out of him was a meek. "Alright. I'm sorry."
"Good." Fiske answered. "This was serious, and I expect you to obey Dr. Han and Reva. The next time you act up, the consequences will be far more dire, I can assure you. Han, show me out."
Nym just nodded, and then slumped against the wall once Fiske and Han were gone again. His mind couldn't even process what had just happened... Not now, not anything that had happened with Ivan, or the eggs. He was terrified that he was going to be left locked up and alone forever. It all felt like a dream now. A nightmare.