Topic: Rhy'din's Beastiary Vandalized, All Animals Released!

VinylValentine

Date: 2007-08-06 19:38 EST
Valentine creeps through the shadows behind the Rhy'din Beastiary, the anonymous letter clutched in her small, pale hand. Dressed entirely in black and sans her usual vinyl pants (for they would be far too noisy and shiny for this sort of work) she sets her jaw and sets to work. Thoughts of the letters contents swirling through that slightly shattered, and usually gullible mind.

"Testing! Goddess damn them! Poor, helpless dragonets...wearing blusher and lipstick!! How dare they!!" she whispers angrily as a crow bar pries the doors open.

Various hoots, caws, screetches, growls, and cries greet her as she slips through the door. Tossing the crow bar aside with a loud clang, she tugs the bolt cutters from the bag at her back, stepping up to each cage and snapping off the lock.

"Go free, little ones, and Goddess speed! They will never again spray hair spray in your eyes or paint your assorted faces with eyeshadows!" Grinning, she releases every single creature. All of them.

She steps out of the way of stampeding animals, ducking assorted flying creatures, and side steps the occasional gout of dragon'e flame. Grinning and giggling madly, she kisses the note alerting her to the alleged testing of makeup products on the animals that had been locked within these walls. Now, what was she to do with them all" Oh well...they should be able to find their way home, shouldn't they"

They don't. The creatures run wild through the streets, eventually finding places to hide, terrorize, run rampant, and generally annoy the good citizens of Rhy'din.

Tugging her teddy bear from her black bag and hugging him tightly to her chest, she grins. Extremely pleased with herself for this "good deed"; not something she is usually known for.

Feeling extremely pleased with herself, she returns to the shabby room she has recently begun renting dockside;oblivious to the stream of rats heading for the wherehouses neighboring her building and the screech of bats overhead. With a quick brushing of teeth, tucking in of various toys and dolls, and climbing into her own fuzzy yellow duckie feetie pajamas, she plops onto her cot and falls blissfully unconscious.