Thread:Crowsoul50/@comment-33229352-20190902044738/@comment-33229352-20190904012724

I did not expect this to be as long as it is aghhrk)) The Bushbeast shared another memory with Galaxian. This one however was much less focused and more chaotic than the last one, jumping erratically along with the Bushbeast’s vision.

''It was dark, almost too dark to see anything. Quill had been woken up by the sound of small footsteps from... all around it? Suddenly the clearing was alight with a ball of fire. The Bushbeasts, fueled by an overwhelming, instinctive sense of fear cowered away from it, directly into the hands of waiting mortals. The smallest ones, about the size of horses, were being pulled off their feet by ropes and weighted nets. Quill stood broadly, gathering as many as it could underneath it to protect them, but it wasn’t enough. The ones brought down by mortals struggled against their restraints. Other Bushbeasts pressed forward to assist them, but were driven back by mortals wielding flamethrowers. Disorganized and without a clear leader to tell them what to do, they could only watch as the trapped Bushbeasts’s amber were carefully pried out of their sockets, rendering the creatures motionless.

Quill watched as a blue blur crashed into one of the mortals carrying a burlap bag of Bushbeast amber. It was Milo, who, despite being completely and totally outgunned and outmanned, has decided to make a move. Using the other mortal he had just tackled like a springboard, he launched himself at another. The group moved sluggishly—- despite being completely able to subdue a lone bird-hybrid, they let him flap about, only defending themselves when he got near.

A loud roar from the trees announced the arrival of Huck, who promptly stomped a mortal into the ground like a beetle beneath his claws. Quill felt the familiar presence of the other Bushbeast’s consciousness as he issued commands; no words were needed, he communicated through fluid intent. The Bushbeasts began to regroup.

A mortal yelled something garbled and the group responded, suddenly moving with increased vigor. They focused on Huck, firing their flamethrowers at him. He didn’t seem to mind the flames and started swatting mortals aside, flinging them into the shadows.

Milo yelled as a weighted net was thrown his way. The fear of the impact of it breaking his wings caused him to fold them in as the net collided with him. He hit the ground like a sack of potatoes. Immediately Huck stormed towards him, but not before a mortal moved forward and pointed the muzzle of his flamethrower directly at the struggling hybrid. Quill didn’t need to understand mortal speech for the message to be clear.

Huck’s blue eyes blazed with fury as he gave the command for the Bushbeasts to stand down. Uncertain, they huddled together, watching the poachers warily. Huck moved stiffly forward, his head low. The mortals moved quickly, tossing the bags of Bushbeast amber and Milo into a cart. A few broke off from the group and moved very cautiously towards Huck with a coil of rope. They tied it around his jaws, jumping backward with every repressed snarl he made. They moved to do the same to his legs, but the warning rumble in his chest made them think twice. As the mortals retreated back into the forest with the Bushbeast in tow, Huck broke his stare from Milo only once to give Quill a long look and a brief explanation in Tree that he expected the other Bushbeast to be in charge. With that, they moved into the trees and the clearing became dark once again.''