It's been a rough four seasons since Shainn had been forced into captivity by Nyssa. His neck itches and Shainn's been fed with what he could scavenge around the office that Nyssa called her own. Four seasons of regret rained heavily over Shainn. Every time he thought about that day he remembered Laisa, who never ever came back up from the water. He's been having trouble sleeping during the day. His sleep schedule has been off, even though he really didn't get a whole lot of sleep at the KRI.
The thought about the KRI saddened Shainn even more. He felt very guilty for leaving Corbin and never returning. He also blamed Corbin for getting him stuck in this position, but this was also his choice. He had the chance to leave the city when he could. To explore, but his chances of adventuring and surviving didn't feel high to him, and now there was no chance to escape.
This damned collar will kill him if he transformed into his human form. He didn't mind not being able to transform into his human form, but having a collar around his neck; it was terribly itching. At least Nyssa was kind enough to purchase a cheap stand for Shainn to rest his talons upon. He was perched up near one of the corners of the office, and the door opened as he was cleaning himself under his wing. He screeched as the door opening, almost mocking the door in a way that could bother anyone.
It was definitely Nyssa and her bodyguards.
"-Oh" the caramel skinned woman was flustured and had her hands balled into fists. "That man was going to pay, Tyson. Give me his petchin' shirt." As it was Tyson had a balled up piece of clothing in his hand as the second guard closed the door. Nyssa looked up to Shainn and snapped her fingers from with the use of her free hand. Shainn perked up and fluttered his wings and cracked his back, which felt good.
"I got a task for you, bird." Nyssa snarled and held up the shirt. Shainn squaked and flew down to the ground and sniffed the shirt. "Find this man. He hasn't gone far. He has to be near. He stole an important valuable of mine and I want it back. Tyson tried to grab him, but he was too quick." Shainn nodded. He was ready to stretch his wings again.
The thought about the KRI saddened Shainn even more. He felt very guilty for leaving Corbin and never returning. He also blamed Corbin for getting him stuck in this position, but this was also his choice. He had the chance to leave the city when he could. To explore, but his chances of adventuring and surviving didn't feel high to him, and now there was no chance to escape.
This damned collar will kill him if he transformed into his human form. He didn't mind not being able to transform into his human form, but having a collar around his neck; it was terribly itching. At least Nyssa was kind enough to purchase a cheap stand for Shainn to rest his talons upon. He was perched up near one of the corners of the office, and the door opened as he was cleaning himself under his wing. He screeched as the door opening, almost mocking the door in a way that could bother anyone.
It was definitely Nyssa and her bodyguards.
"-Oh" the caramel skinned woman was flustured and had her hands balled into fists. "That man was going to pay, Tyson. Give me his petchin' shirt." As it was Tyson had a balled up piece of clothing in his hand as the second guard closed the door. Nyssa looked up to Shainn and snapped her fingers from with the use of her free hand. Shainn perked up and fluttered his wings and cracked his back, which felt good.
"I got a task for you, bird." Nyssa snarled and held up the shirt. Shainn squaked and flew down to the ground and sniffed the shirt. "Find this man. He hasn't gone far. He has to be near. He stole an important valuable of mine and I want it back. Tyson tried to grab him, but he was too quick." Shainn nodded. He was ready to stretch his wings again.
"JUST DON'T STEAL MY FUR."