Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-37629772-20190728101720/@comment-37629772-20190815092451

From where the scaled creature's roar pierced the skies, a strong gust of wind threw itself at Kreed, almost knocking him out of the sky. One would think that what would've follow would be the beast itself, but instead it was.....nothing. Silence filled the air as it stayed deathly still.....but it wouldn't last long before decending from above, like peregrine falcon onto its prey, a giant claw violently grabbed Kreed, covering his head and entire torso but it wasn't big enough to hold all the limbs in it's palm as well. It moved with such momentum and force that Kreed was out cold the second it's scaly skin bashed against his skull.

With the demanded target unmoving in it's grasp, the wyvern dismissed the rest of the werebats, treating the task of stopping their escape as a waste of time.

BACK AT THE FACTORY

While a good amount of the colony managed to get what they need and run, some were not so foortunate as their neighbours. From Pups clining to their unconscious parents were ripped away and stuffed into glass boxes, Werebats that were shot out of the sky, several more that were almost choked out by the catch poles wrapping their metal rope around their necks too tightly as they were forced into confinement and even gassed bodies that were being pulled outside of the factory, a concerning amount were captured.

The hunter looked at chaos around him unfold, completely unbothered by it. He lit a cigarette, taking a few quick puffs before holding it in two fingers. "How long does it take to catch a runt?" The hunter said impatiently, when it seemed the universe heard him and made the wyvern land quickly next to him, the albino bat in it's talons.

"Atta boy..." The hunter remarked, happy that spike caught the bat he quoted as being a  "Beaut". "MEN!" He yelled to the soldiers while they loaded the captured bats into the trucks.

"Get the buggers to station seven A.K.A righteous railway if you're the religious type and get plenty of sleep, you lot have got a big day tomorrow and I've got a date with the white ear-burster here.."

The soldiers did what they were told, before driving off to station 7. It looked like the HMEP just took a possibly bustling above ground train station into a prison slash fortress slash storage house that was armed to the teeth and filled to the brim.

"Alright, time to-huh?" Before the hunter was about to mount his pet sky beast, something caught his attention. He slowly walked into the now empty factory before he stopped, crouched, grabbed a bowie knife from his belt and stabbed it directly into a recently cooked piece of salmon. He took a bite out of it and found it to his liking.

"Hmm.....Someone knows how to cook."

Edit: changed some bits