05-10-2016, 01:53 AM
"I have read the reports, but copies would be helpful", Shelly remarked to Reva. According to the reports, these dragons had proven to be quite the nuisance as of late. She did indeed take note of the particular dragons that could do some serious damage, but she also noted that the incident with the eggs had seemingly been triggered by the one dragons, Ivan, and his desire to hide the eggs. It seemed to Shelly that this one dragon was the catalyst for everything that had happened.
She was actually rather surprised that more dragons didn't hide their eggs more often. It was only a matter of time before this type of incident happened again. Shelly honestly didn't understand the facilities practice of taking the eggs away from the parents so soon after they were delivered. Her brother was an avid dog breeder, and she had learned a while ago, that the majority of breeders in general, didn't sell off the puppies until they were at least old enough to walk and eat on their own. Why then, would the facility sell off dragon kits that still needed to learn basic functions of living. Wouldn't it be a hassle for the new owners to take that responsibility into their own hands?
With copies of the profiles in hand, she had grabbed two handlers, Irwin and Peterson, keys to one of the cargo vans, and headed to the Avalon enclosure.
Having grabbed a megaphone from the van, Shelly and the other two headed through the entrance, the doors sliding shut behind them. The enclosure looked far larger on the inside than Shelly had anticipated. "Well hell, this is going to take forever to round up three dragons", she muttered. Irwin had armed himself with his tranquilizer rifle, and Peterson had put on his gas mask, taking his dragon prod into his hand. The two looked visibly tense. Shelly looked at the two, cocking her eyebrow.
"Just what the hell are you two doing?" The two handlers looked at each other as if she had just asked the stupidest question in the world. "You do know what these dragons are capable of, right?", Irwin asked, bringing his rifle up to look through the scope. "Yeah, these damn things tore up both Devin and Ben. I ain't taking any chances", Peterson muffled through his gas mask. Shelly rolled her eyes and walked up to Irwin, smacking the rifle down from his face. "That's because those two assholes and the rest of their idiot squad handled the whole situation as if it was some damned pissing contest. Now put your fucking weapons away and calm the hell down. We're just here to pick up three dragons for checkups and ultrasounds. That's all." She gave them both a hard glare. They stared at each other, and then back at her as if she'd grown a third head. They reluctantly holstered their weapons, but they were still on edge.
If she was being totally honest, Shelly was a bit on edge too. She didn't fully know what to expect from these dragons, but she knew showing too much force wasn't a good idea. She brought up the megaphone and switched on its air horn setting. If this didn't get their attention, she didn't know what would. She looked back at her handlers and said, "All right, let's give them their wake up call." Putting the device into the air, she pushed the button.
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The sun was up, but the tree canopy blocked its light, at least at the current angle the sunlight was at. Having not moved an inch from their spots last night, Lago and Demus remained motionless, quiet snoring and slow breathing coming from the duo. Lago cracked his eyes a little, noting that it was morning. He let out a quiet moan, being sure not to be noisy. He was certainly not a morning person. He was still trying to adjust to the new daytime hours he was observing. He laid there for a minute content to lay next to his mate all morning, but his bladder had other plans. Quietly unwrapping himself from Demus, who let out a whine from the movement, Lago made his way to the closes bush to do his business. He was about half way through when he heard an ear piercing sound cut through enclosures peaceful morning. Nearly jumping out of his skin, he finished quickly and made his way back to the nest.
"Did you hear that? What is that?", he asked Demus. The sound appeared to be coming from the entrance of the enclosure. He stuck his nose into the air and sniffed. He let out a grumble, "Handlers...".
She was actually rather surprised that more dragons didn't hide their eggs more often. It was only a matter of time before this type of incident happened again. Shelly honestly didn't understand the facilities practice of taking the eggs away from the parents so soon after they were delivered. Her brother was an avid dog breeder, and she had learned a while ago, that the majority of breeders in general, didn't sell off the puppies until they were at least old enough to walk and eat on their own. Why then, would the facility sell off dragon kits that still needed to learn basic functions of living. Wouldn't it be a hassle for the new owners to take that responsibility into their own hands?
With copies of the profiles in hand, she had grabbed two handlers, Irwin and Peterson, keys to one of the cargo vans, and headed to the Avalon enclosure.
Having grabbed a megaphone from the van, Shelly and the other two headed through the entrance, the doors sliding shut behind them. The enclosure looked far larger on the inside than Shelly had anticipated. "Well hell, this is going to take forever to round up three dragons", she muttered. Irwin had armed himself with his tranquilizer rifle, and Peterson had put on his gas mask, taking his dragon prod into his hand. The two looked visibly tense. Shelly looked at the two, cocking her eyebrow.
"Just what the hell are you two doing?" The two handlers looked at each other as if she had just asked the stupidest question in the world. "You do know what these dragons are capable of, right?", Irwin asked, bringing his rifle up to look through the scope. "Yeah, these damn things tore up both Devin and Ben. I ain't taking any chances", Peterson muffled through his gas mask. Shelly rolled her eyes and walked up to Irwin, smacking the rifle down from his face. "That's because those two assholes and the rest of their idiot squad handled the whole situation as if it was some damned pissing contest. Now put your fucking weapons away and calm the hell down. We're just here to pick up three dragons for checkups and ultrasounds. That's all." She gave them both a hard glare. They stared at each other, and then back at her as if she'd grown a third head. They reluctantly holstered their weapons, but they were still on edge.
If she was being totally honest, Shelly was a bit on edge too. She didn't fully know what to expect from these dragons, but she knew showing too much force wasn't a good idea. She brought up the megaphone and switched on its air horn setting. If this didn't get their attention, she didn't know what would. She looked back at her handlers and said, "All right, let's give them their wake up call." Putting the device into the air, she pushed the button.
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The sun was up, but the tree canopy blocked its light, at least at the current angle the sunlight was at. Having not moved an inch from their spots last night, Lago and Demus remained motionless, quiet snoring and slow breathing coming from the duo. Lago cracked his eyes a little, noting that it was morning. He let out a quiet moan, being sure not to be noisy. He was certainly not a morning person. He was still trying to adjust to the new daytime hours he was observing. He laid there for a minute content to lay next to his mate all morning, but his bladder had other plans. Quietly unwrapping himself from Demus, who let out a whine from the movement, Lago made his way to the closes bush to do his business. He was about half way through when he heard an ear piercing sound cut through enclosures peaceful morning. Nearly jumping out of his skin, he finished quickly and made his way back to the nest.
"Did you hear that? What is that?", he asked Demus. The sound appeared to be coming from the entrance of the enclosure. He stuck his nose into the air and sniffed. He let out a grumble, "Handlers...".