username: { shannon
name: Rune
gender: Male
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“Number four hundred and sixteen.”
I stand back, eyeing the caged creature curiously.
A woman stands before the cage, her mahogany hair wrapped neatly in a stiff bun atop her head, tainted grey under stark lights. A white coat clings to her narrow shoulders, white appears to be the theme of this room; thick, suffocating, white.
The woman remains still for several moments, before turning and tossing a clipboard on a desk beside me. A pair of thin-framed glasses slide down her nose, a quick flash in her sharp, grey eyes.
“You can deal with this one,” she raises her head slightly, “it seems.. suitable for you.”
I nod, holding my breath.
The woman frowns slightly and whirls around, heels clacking loudly on the linoleum floor.
Exhaling quickly, I pluck the clipboard from the desk.
‘JBD #416, male~
Distracted, unfocused. Doesn’t respond to visual or vocal commands. Further testing required.’
I hover over the words a moment longer, before glancing up over the page.
My gaze is met by pools of midnight blue; bright azure swirling into their depths.
The small animal somewhat resembles a dragon, still and majestic. A thick, luscious pelt of steel-grey covers its body, shimmering in waves of silver, magnificent swirls of deep grey and blue caressing the glossy surface.
Scanning the writing again, I look over crucial words. JBD. Jellybean Dragon.
I lift my gaze, eyes focusing on the dull iron bars containing it.
A pang of sadness ripples within me, sending shudders through my veins.
“You poor thing” I mutter, sympathy hanging on the weightless words.
The bean tilts its head, tail swaying gently behind it, feathery tip frayed.
“Excuse me?”
I freeze, turning slowly.
A tall man stands before me, his short black hair cut in awkward layers, thick with gel; its plastic stench drifting across the room.
“Miss Spencer requests that you see her immediately.”
His voice low and cracked, impatience echoed in the hollow tapping of his foot against the floor.
Twisting past me, the man reaches for the cage.
I watch in horror as he swings the door open, keys falling to the floor in a loud, unnerving clatter. He grips the bean’s tail, pulling it from the cage, an abrupt shriek colliding with the solid white walls as he further frays the tip.
He presses the helpless creature against a metal table; long, steady fingers clenching its snout, its elegant tail constricted by a pulsing red hand.
Without hesitation, I lurch forward, grasping the creature carefully. Cradling the bundle in my arms, we escape together. Glistening orbs stare into mine, purity dancing gracefully into mellow seas.
“You’re safe now,” my smile reflected in blue eyes, “Blue. Blue Ridge.”
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