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Jun 1, 2019 2:10:40 GMT -5
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Post by Deleted on Jun 1, 2019 2:10:40 GMT -5
Set during Human Hunting Party
Morgan has started to go in when the rain had started.
The hunting fields he was in were close to where his friends had been. So they’d played for a bit before that had started up. By now, he knew Luca would want him home - and he also knew the Forbidden Zone wasn’t any more than ten minutes away.
He shouldered his rifle as he moved through the foliage. Though he quietly stopped beneath a low resting tree. His ears perked as he heard the sounds of men shouting to warn the others, a little confused.
“What the hell is going on here?” He asked quietly. More than a little alert now. He backed up against the tree and decided to be as quiet as possible. If a hunt was happening, he knew he was an older “puppy” to them now. No doubt it would not end well for him.
@rowan
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Jun 1, 2019 14:39:40 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Jun 1, 2019 14:39:40 GMT -5
Rowan stealthily went through the jungles. It had been an uneventful day and he was not in a good mood. Whatsoever. It wasn't fair- then he heard something and headed towards the noise. An odor filled his senses and that was a human. There was a human in the area. He took out his net rifle and began to head towards the human.
The closer he got, the stronger the odor. He saw a puppy. An older puppy? He aimed and shot his net rifle. The net surrounding the tree and puppy. "Gotcha."
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Jun 1, 2019 14:47:42 GMT -5
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Post by Deleted on Jun 1, 2019 14:47:42 GMT -5
Morgan panicked.
It happened in a split second. The sound of a rifle going off then the giant net around him. What the hell? What the hell? He immediately pulled his arm forward into the netting to grab at his rifle. But of course, it was just out of arms reach. What on god’s good earth?
“Help! Somebody helllpppppp!” He shouted as loudly as he could. Maybe some of the Renegades were still nearby. “Ape trap! Ape trap!” He immediately began to pull at the net but as usual the net was tangled up. And if he had been more aware he would have found several others had already met the same fate.
Dear god had he stumbled into a hunting party?
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Jun 1, 2019 14:53:57 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Jun 1, 2019 14:53:57 GMT -5
Rowan walked out and saw the human. "Marvelous, but what is a puppy doing out in the middle of a hunting party?" He wondered. "Well, oh well. Guess today just turned into a lucky day for me." He walked over to the human, wincing at his voice. "Oh, you're frightened? You should be grateful that you didn't get the crazy lab scientists. They would have torn you apart, piece by piece." He intended to make him frightened.
But then again, he watched in amusement as he tried to reach his rifle. But it wasn't in reach. Rowan made a grab for the rifle and took it from him. It came easily. Well, armed with a rifle? "You got yourself into some form of trouble, son. However, I don't hurt puppies. But you do make a nice addition to some new family." He mentioned.
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Jun 1, 2019 15:01:58 GMT -5
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Post by Deleted on Jun 1, 2019 15:01:58 GMT -5
Morgan started at the gorilla.
For the first time in a long time he was scared. A hunting party? Here? What had he gotten himself into? Maybe Luca was right and he didn’t know the jungle well enough. “No no no... They didn’t say this was the hunting fields,” he managed with a cry. “Please... Please my dad will be worried about me.”
Morgan was petrified from the moment he took his rifle. No! That was his dad’s! He couldn’t do that. “Please... I’m not pet material. I’m just a normal old jungle human. Boring, bland.” He of course was lying but hoped he had yet to notice his aquamarine eyes. “Please just let me go.”
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Jun 1, 2019 19:41:13 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Jun 1, 2019 19:41:13 GMT -5
"Oh no. I most certainly won't let you go. Where's your village? Where's your guardian?" Rowan glanced at his rifle, noticing the craftmanship in it. "Hmm...This is unique. Maybe I'll keep it as it's finders keepers." Then he glanced over to him, and decided to keep him netted to the tree. "Comfortable I hope? Because you are dressed in Renegade clothing. I should take you to the Black Market but that is horrible to do to a young puppy. So to the cages you go."
He then took him down and made sure that his limbs and arms were secured. "I guess no one really looks after you."
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Jun 1, 2019 19:47:54 GMT -5
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Post by Deleted on Jun 1, 2019 19:47:54 GMT -5
Morgan’s eyes widened as he noted he was a Renegade. Asking where his village was, where his parents were. He refused to tell him anything, biting down on his lip. “I’m not telling you anything. And my dad’s identity is none of your business,” he struggled a little more. “But don’t worry. He’s going to come get me.” He paused as he claimed his gun. “Stop! It was my dad’s my bioligical dad’s it’s all I’ve got of his!”
When he was cut down he groaned slightly. Noting how he was holding him down. He immediately began to struggle. “Let me go! My bio dad warmed me about you! A bunch of brutes!” He snapped. Continuing his struggle and probably would until he had him secured. “I’m not going back to that damn camp of yours. My friends will be here any minute.”
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Jun 1, 2019 19:59:27 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Jun 1, 2019 19:59:27 GMT -5
Rowan continued to tie him up and secure him. He didn't hear any one coming to rescue the by. As soon as he was secured, he stood up. Good. Secured and ready to go. He lifted him up by the rope on his hands and began to trudge on-wards, heading towards the hunting camp with him.
He was going on foot, but aware of every noise.
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Jun 1, 2019 20:04:39 GMT -5
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Post by Deleted on Jun 1, 2019 20:04:39 GMT -5
Morgan groaned as he was yanked up and forced to walk. What kind of jerk was he? He didn’t ask for any of this - and he didn’t even answer him! “Hey Baloo can you head me up there!?” He snapped digging his feet into the ground in hopes it would slow him down. And hopefully not haul him over his shoulder. “Is the rope on my wrists and ankles really necessary?” He asked in frustration.
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Jun 1, 2019 20:17:49 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Jun 1, 2019 20:17:49 GMT -5
Rowan was ignoring him and not answering. He knew where he was going. Baloo? Who was that? He didn't know. He continued to walk. Renegades were tricky. He knew where that went to.
Avoiding it and pushing him forward.
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Jun 1, 2019 20:21:13 GMT -5
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Post by Deleted on Jun 1, 2019 20:21:13 GMT -5
Ok not working.
Morgan began to scream again. Louder this time, hoping anyone would hear him. And that was finally when someone’s voice broke out from the trees. ”Morgan? Morgan is that you!?” there was nearby bristling as an older man’s voice called out. ”Morgan keep screaming! We’re coming!”
Morgan dug harder into the ground now. “I’m here!”
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Jun 1, 2019 20:34:50 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Jun 1, 2019 20:34:50 GMT -5
Rowan didn't stop and held his gun as he heard voices. He was readying for a fight. "Friends are coming to rescue a scrawny little human?" He readied his rifle, making a 'clacking' noise.
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Jun 1, 2019 20:40:13 GMT -5
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Post by Deleted on Jun 1, 2019 20:40:13 GMT -5
Immediately. An older man broke the treelike, a gun of his own in his hands.
Except he was moving just as fast as Rowan from the side. Attempting to bee-like the ape. ”Get your damn paws off of the boy if you know what’s good for you,” he snapped as he did so. ”You’re picking the wrong child to hunt tonight, brute!”
More sounds of rustling seemed to move forward. Making it clear that there were several out there. Though none were in the the trees, lucky for Rowan. “Ha! You’re screwed!” Morgan snorted.
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Jun 1, 2019 21:06:02 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Jun 1, 2019 21:06:02 GMT -5
Rowan knew humans couldn't overpower his might. So he let out a little laugh. "Stand down if you want your 'boy' to live." He ordered. "It's not beyond me to take a puppy's life." He knew the rules of the hunt, but these humans weren't. He pointed his rifle to Morgan's head. "Throw down your weapons!" He ordered.
He wasn't fooling around as his finger is near the trigger of the rifle. Of course, he could tell he was surrounded. If they shot him, he would shoot the boy. "I am not kidding. You want the boy to live...stand down. If you want the boy to die, then stay right there and shoot." He fired a glare at each of the humans. His grip? Did not slacken or release Morgan. "Better yet...You had better check yourselves first."
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Jun 1, 2019 21:13:56 GMT -5
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Post by Deleted on Jun 1, 2019 21:13:56 GMT -5
Morgan immediately pissed himself.
It was terrifying - having the gun to his head. And though he was a grown young man he couldn’t help it. He struggled against the arm around his neck though it didn’t loosen. “Please let me go,” he closed his eyes and began to cry. “Please...”
The man however, was between a rock and a hard place.
The Renegades were not about to risk the life of a foster child of a councilman. If anything, if he was alive they had a better chance of rescuing him after the fact. ”Morgan... I’m sorry...” he lowered his gun and stopped his men. Though he had every intention of shooting when the ape’s back was turned. ”Look there’s no need to hurt him or take him. He’s barely fifteen. Just let him go and we can all be on our way. No one gets hurt.” he attempted to negotiate.
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