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Character: Amarith
RP Response: Amarith had been brought in trying to make as much noise as she could, calling her captors all kinds of things, mostly along the lines of savages and monsters, but when all they did was throw her in a cage, the fight drained out of her and she just curled up, mantling her wings around herself and sobbing. She didn't want to die! She didn't even register at first that there was a centaur there who wasn't showing apparent hostility toward the captured, and it wasn't until she was able to stop crying that this fact became more apparent. She peeked out from between bent feathers warily.

Character: Eir
Response:

"I can't believe I lost sight of Tabi." Eir felt like a failure. She wasn't able to protect anyone from in here. She buried her face in Jin's shoulder again, just glad that he was ok. "Saiph? I thought I heard their voice not long ago..." The blue hybrid shouldn't be too hard to spot. Her eye moved towards the front of the cage where the centaur was talking to them, and she caught sight of Saiph's wings. "Saiph... I think I see them." She didn't want to let go of Jin, fear nagging at the back of her mind that if she did, she might not see him again. But she needed to make sure Saiph was alright too. "I'm... going to check on them." She reluctantly pulled away from Jin and stood up, turning to walk towards where Saiph was.

Reaching the blue hybrid, she put a hand on their shoulder. "Saiph? Are you alright?" As she spoke to the hybrid, she looked out the cage at the centaur. "There's a guy in here missing an arm." She stated flatly. "You could call that an injury. And it looks like several people were dragged through hell and back." She put a hand on her hip. "So how long do you intent to keep us here?"

Character:Coralynne
Response: Coralynne was really getting restless. They all had been in this cage for so long now. What are they going to do with us? And what was taking them so long to decide what to do with us? Her mind had been racing for hours on these point and she was starting to feel like the walls where caving in.

Claim down you big wipe. Her muse told her not for the first time since being in this cage. She knew her muse was right after all panicking wouldn't help anyone. So to distract herself, Coralynne began to count the number of people in the cage. she wasn't to sure how many people where in the doctors crew but she was pretty sure she could remember most of the people she had left with at the start of this all.

After a while Coralynne started to doze off. Like counting sheep to fall asleep the distraction had done its job as far as stopping the panic attack. Coralynne couldn't even remember the last time she had sleep so she let herself doze a little think it might help her mind stay in control.

[[Coralynne is open for interaction. ]]

Character: Devon
RP response: Devon was trying not to freak out. It was probably a fair response to freak out, but that hardly seemed particularly helpful at this moment. Running for so long had left them sore and winded, so as soon as they were unceremoniously thrown back into the cage, they had done nothing but lay unmoving, trying to catch their breath. After a few very long moments, they slowly pushed themselves into a sitting position. "Oww. If we live through this, I am not going to be running for a long time." They sighed and shook their head.

They glanced about the cage. At least this time they were all in the same area and not in isolated cages this time. "I hope at least some of our group got away." They sighed again and stood up, eyeing the group talking to one of the captors. The centaurs... dismissal of them was upset at the very least.

"Primitive! Just because we don't share your culture, that is hardly the case! My name is Doctor Devon Holloway. I am trained in medicine. I came her to provide medical assistance on this trip. While our cultures may be different than your own, it doesn't make it less in any way!" They huffed, shaking their head. "In the last few days, we have faced horrible treatment at the hands of your people. Drugged. Captured. Chased in a hunt greatly stacked in your favor. Manhandled and dragged as you give us a glimmer of hope and just as quickly tear it away. You have no right to call us beasts." They crossed their arms across their chest, anger blaring in their eyes.



((Devon is open for interaction... even though they are a grumpy pants))

Max sat listening to what the centaur was saying and the way people were reacting, he tried to listen without letting his judgment be clouded by what he was saying vs what he meant. They had no idea what the culture of these beings was, for all they knew blunt sarcasm was a standard of their culture and the centaur was joking about the butcher block. Then again perhaps that wasn't it and some of the centaurs wanted to kill them and some wanted to let them live. Max frowned as he listened and listened to what the others said and asked, he wasn't sure what would happen if he asked about their culture while everyone else was outraged about being drugged and captured, which Max still wondered if these were war games to these beings. "Hey, can you tell me about your culture? And the rules of this hunting thing? We couldn't really get any information before except run for your lives." He knew there was a good chance that the others would be annoyed with his angle but the anger didn't seem to be getting them anywhere anyway.

Character: oíche
Rp response: oíche had stayed behind from the start of the hunt. Her migraine hadn’t died down and she wasn’t going to agrevate the pain even more by running and going through who knew what many traps. So she had let the others panic and ask the questions while she tried to catch a nap. Luckily she was feeling quite better. Enough to start listening and catch something very important. She thought of her friend Oran, who was one of the sweetest girls she had ever known and half Kirin. “Excuse me. You mentioned something about a blight? Why do you call it the Kirin blight. I mean they can get a little testy with personal care but the ones I know are really nice? What did they do to you?”

Character: Saiph
RP Response:
Saiph's mind got racing at what the centaur said to them. A blight of Kirin? That meant this race once knew others. They weren't fully secluded once upon a time. A doctor from the search party even got the centaur to open up about how their race had been around since some, if not all?, the other races were capable of speech.

At least the centaur said he wouldn't allow them to die.

Someone else questioned further about the Kirins, which Saiph nodded along to as they contemplating what they were learning. They moved to grab their notebook from their pocket only to find it empty. "What?" The fey hybrid grumbled their annoyance before forcing themselves to let it go.

A Grimm brought up their race's history as well as that of the civilization that was being built today.

"You speak about wondering if we have culture, without even giving us a chance to show you. Instead, we were picked off one by one while we worried for our missing comrades. There was no discussion. There was no attempt to get to know what our intentions were. We were treated like enemies and then prey before names were exchanged."

"My name is Saiph, by the way. What's yours?"

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Character: Eir
Response:

"I don't see how keeping the injured in a cage, and telling them they're going to be slaughtered is really merciful." Eir snorted. She didn't like this centaur, but she disliked him less then the one who seemed to be in charge. "Two-legged beings. Plight of the kirin. You're going to have to explain a little better. Just how many 2-legged beings have you encountered before us?" Here this guy was, speaking of millennia, yet there was no mention of 4 legged races in any of the history books she'd read. And these people were... barbaric. Primitive at best.