"Just going to help out this guy with his tournament with a little bit of magic. So far he's already fairly big and ready to go, but a little more magic couldn't hurt..."
Dog model is Rezillo Ryker's.
#micro
You groan as you wake up, the darkness all around you only broken up by the beam of light from a single hole in your prison.
You hear the rumbles of an engine, the sounds of boxes shaking and pushing against one another from time to time.
You try to think for a moment...
Your last memory, while blurry, makes you tilt your head... You were about to br eaten up, live on stream in front of a thousand folks behind their screen, your captor, a mouse, mouth wide open, about to make quick work of you after someone had redeemed the live snack reward But just as you were about to vanish past the lips of the renowned stranger, a enormous music started playing, someone had donated 10 000$... They had only one sentence...
"I will buy it from you."
The chat went still for a second, the mouse holding you, frozen in the air...
When suddenly the chat went crazy, emoticons, capital letters and cheers! The streamer rubbed his eyes, looked at you for a second before smiling and happily obliging his strange benefactor, putting you in a lone box, away from his stash of micros and continue on with his stream.
As for you, you fell unconscious, the near death experience and overwhelming sounds getting the most out of you.
...
The vehicule stopped and shook you inside your box. A loud bang and some muffled noises later, a monstrous sound came from outside, more light than before coming From the hole and illuminating your cardboard jail, making you scamper over to it so you may take a look...
You saw a middle aged Jaguar, dressed in some formal fashion... She look about the boxes, pad in one arm, looking over it before setting her eyes straight on to you. You watch her hand fill the small sight you had and without fanfare, you find yourself shaken about as she takes your box with her.
The same monstrous sounds is heard, only with a strong Clack at the end this time before you get in motion.
You panic, your breath fast...
Ding Dong!
This is it, the door open and the delivery woman ask for a signature, the sound of a pen scribbling on paper is heard before the motion comes back, she wishes a good day and the door is closed..
Only this time you are on the other side.. You feel moved about with whoever is carrying you before you hear an old voice..
"I hope they didn't damaged it..."
A shredding sound is heard and suddenly the roof opens up, a strong hand coming in and grasping you fully.
Your new owner brings you out, open his fingers and you are greated by a serious looking Crow, his eyes scanning you as you cower in his palm. His other hand comes in sight and he casually push your arms and legs this way and that, examining you fully, face looming closer and silence holding your heart in panic.
Finally, just as you are about to explode from the stress and anxiety, the beak corner moves into a smile and the old Avian nods.
"Let's get you where you belong."
You are lift up and you close your eyes, expecting to be dropped inside the maw of yet another giant but when you are released, instead of the hot confines of a beak insides, you fall onto a green surface. You groan a little, looking around, soon seeing your buyer from behind a glass wall, his face filling it.
"Took me so long to get one of you! But now, my collection is complet, haha! Time to celebrate!"
The crow stand back up to his full high and turn around walking to a cabinet, further in what looks like an office, and grabs a bottle of liquor along a small glass, pouring some right before sitting in his chair, looking over in your direction, smiling, and sips.
You are not a toy... You are not food...
You are, a collectible.
