So THAT'S where Liam had gone... (Modern Conveniences RP and Eagle Hunting RP)
This happened sometime around this log: http://rwmuck.limitless.org/rwmuck/content/then-he-remembered-it-was-bli...
North Woods: Shore of the River Moss
look {Regdesc}: Unrecognized function. [Logger's note: what does THAT mean?? O.o]
You see nothing special.
Exits: [S]outh to [R]iver [M]oss, [U]p [R]iver, [W]est
Liam the marten. Riana the golden eagle.
Liam loved traveling. He was a born traveler who used to walk to cities just to see what was there. That was however before the young marten had become the Ferrevale innkeeper. While his wealth was meager as far as businesses went, Liam was one prone to living the easy life, and several seasons of good food and soft beds had turned the once lanky, even scrawny beast into a heavy set beast. To put it mildly.
Despite his rather rotund figure the marten found himself kicking at the tire of his car with vigor and heated energy. "Of all the stupid, ungrateful, useless, pile of...JUNK!" The marten pulled at his ears. Unfortunately if the pine marten had put as much time and effort into filling his gullet as he did his car, he would not be in this mess right now, broken down by the bridge with a bag full of embezzled money in his trunk.
The marten took a deep breath and calms himself. It looks like he is just going to have to walk the rest of the way. Looking at the road ahead and then to his own gut that hung level with his knees, while standing up, the fattened marten gulps. "This is so not fair..."
Life isn't fair. Children die from cancer. Thousands of people die every day from starvation. Martens can get fat and rich just by being innkeepers. Life in and of itself isn't fair. Especially when you're being hunted by a gigantic golden eagle.
Riana has a smartphone. She really does. She just rarely uses it. Before she left the cold, snowy Northlands, she had her brother develop an app that allows her to hack into other beast's phones so she can show them the best places to eat. Fortunately, most beasts are more than willing to get fat.
She is circling the marten, high in the sky. She probably looks like either a helicopter or a sparrow. If he bothers to look up.
Adjusting his belt the marten picks himself up and starts on his treck across the bridge after grabbing his bag of literal ill gotten gains. The heavy set marten remembers how much easier this was before he became wealthy. He had a new app on his phone that would ding every so often and suggest places to eat, he never knew there were so many good restaurants in Ferrevale! Bakeries, dellies, foreign cuisine! That app was a real life saver when one was tired of eating at the tavern next door.
So the marten found it strange when his phone 'dinged' while he was on a stone bridge out in the woods. He paused, taking up his phone and peering oddly at it as it read, "New place near you! Marinated Marten Meat to go!"
"Whaaaaaaaaaaa..." The marten said with a raised eyebrow. He saw for the first time the shadow sailing above and quickly looked up. His eyes grew as large as saucers and he threw his back against the wall of the bridge, letting out a terrible shout of fear.
Crap.
The stupid app did that sometimes. Alerted her prey to her presence. She seriously needs to talk to her brother about that.
Riana pulls her wings in and dive bombs the seemingly hapless marten. When she is within yards of crashing into the bone-breaking-ground, she suddenly spreads her massive wings and turns, extending her lethal talons towards him, screeching angrily.
Liam continues to scream even as he turns to run. He quickly dials 911 as he runs, thrusting the phone to his ear and yelling, "Quick! Someone help! I'm on the bridge and about to be killed by a-"
His blood runs cold when he hears an electronic voice on the other end say to him, "How would you rate Marinated Marten Meat? How would you..." The message continued to play over and over again until the phone simply turned itself off. It seems that maleware app has some other useful features...for the birds.
"This can't be happening!" Liam cries out just as the eagle's claws dig into his back. He squeaks in pain, rolling forward head over tail until he ends up with his back on the bridge, and facing the on coming eagle. "No! Please! Wait! Just...just hear me out! I can pay! See! Look!" The marten clutches the bag to his chest, opening it to reveal the money inside, "You don't need to eat me! Please!" He grovels.
Riana lands like some graceful angel of death, her wings outspread. Her golden feathers and amber eyes make her eerily beautiful, hauntingly lovely.
"What use have I for money, Dinner? Nothing you can offer me will satisfy my hunger....except for your life, of course." Her voice is soft and silky, yet has undertones of great power and destruction.
She goes to place a huge, taloned foot upon his chubby gullet. It is about the size of his entire torso...if he was a healthy weight.
The marten scurries until his back is against the wall, literally and metaphorically. "W-wait! Just wait a moment!" He gulps as the talon sinks deep into his torso, just below the neck...and second chin, "You...you can use the money to BUY food! Lots of food! More food than you can get from eating me I assure you!" It is about this time that Liam realizes that the app breaking down his phone at the same time of his attack may not be coincidence. It also occurs to him that the bird may really have no use for money...in which case...
Liam gulps. "Let's...not do anything rash...we can, we can work out a deal!"
Riana brings her beak close to his face. "I don't make deals with my food, Stupid. Any last words before I slay you and take you back to my nest?" She has folded her wings, and is smiling. She obviously has no problems with scaring the heebie jeebies out of her prey before consuming them.
"And I'm not being rash. I've thought long and hard about killing you. I am completely level headed and...how do you put it? Cold-blooded? Cool and calculated? Pick a phrase." She is very delighted in this whole venture. Maybe the app hacking in a way it wasn't designed for was a good thing...
The marten gently tries to push the talon away from his fleshy body with one finger, he tries to nervously laugh while he does, "Are you...sure about that? I mean, why settle with one little beast! I own the inn you know, I could actually help you! I can direct all those travelers with no one to miss them your way! There are a few beasts in the village you would find rather tasty, honest! W-why just look at the head guard! Surely a fox would make a better meal than I." The marten says with strained hope, "I can lead him out here for you to eat..."
Riana laughs mirthlessly. "Lead him? Out here? Ha! I already have his number....I don't need any help from a sniveling coward of a lard barrel like you."
She pulls back and screeches mightily. Spreading her wings, she shouts, "Prepare to go to the Dark Forest!"
She brings her beak down and goes to drive home a killing blow.
Liam let's shields his head with his paws, "No! No! NOOOOOOOOOOO! AAAAAAAAAAAAAH!" His final screams fill the air, mixed with the sounds of crunching, ripping and feasting...
Hours pass.
Riana likes the flavour of marten. They have a strange taste. Strange in a good way. She thinks they tastealmost like pine nedles. She has found a twig and is rubbing it on her foot.
Hang it. She'll just take a bath. Whateves.
After her bath and drying in the sun, she is going to fly home and take a nap. Fat martens are surprisingly filling.
Thanks for reading!
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