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The drug, luckily for the men who had taken her, kept Asten unconscious until they had arrived at their destination. She had no idea where she was when she woke up, just that she was in some cold, metal cage like someone would keep a zoo animal in. As the drug hit her system, her head spinning and groggy, she leaned over and emptied her stomach, dry heaving when there was nothing left. She was sick as anything from it, wrapping her arms around her stomach, and the guard glanced over when it didn't seem she was going to stop. They weren't supposed to let her die and he frowned. The room was small, with a few pieces of furniture scattered around and the cage shoved in a corner. Trembling, Asten finally wiped her mouth and tried to spit out the taste from her mouth, tears on her face. It had hurt and she remained kneeling, her head bowed down and hair hiding her face as she tried to pull herself together. It was too much like being locked up for sale already and the memories were making her panic. She tried to take a few deep breaths and that just made her stomach flip a few more times, so she pressed her lips together tightly and squeezed her eyes shut.
"Gunji...where are you? I need you!" she thought, desperate to see him appear and make it all better.
"You dead over there?" the guard demanded, sounding more curious than worried, and she lifted her head enough to see him in a chair, his feet propped up on an ottoman and a book in his hand. The nasty look she gave him was enough for the man to turn his head away again, ignoring the captive.
At least until she started trouble. She wasn't human and quickly recovered from the drugs, her system purging it quickly and healing. They hadn't expected that, so when the swan shifted and went completely berserk, deafening honking drowning out all other noises and shaking the cage so hard it threatened to fall apart, she had a brief chance of escaping. Pounding the bars with her wings, Asten was determined to snap them in pieces and then do the same to the people who had kidnapped her. She had to get back to Gunji! He needed her! Just that alone was enough to have her breaking the bars just as she intended, making a large enough space for her to shoot out. Her beak instantly went to closest man - there were four men now, trying to subdue her, none of them handling needles. Their boss hadn't been happy to hear they had made her so sick, needing her alive, so they were forced to resort to cruder methods to restrain the whirlwind of feathers and beak and claws from her feet. Asten hadn't let the animal part of her mind take over so completely ever, but she had figured it's survival instinct gave her the best chance to escape.
Howling in pain when she broke a bone in his thigh with her bite, one of the man lifted his baton in the air - a solid weapon, much more dangerous than the lighter ones police carried. Asten had her back turned, already attacking another man in an effort to get to the door, and screamed when the club came down on her wing. It broke the bones in half, crippling her, the wing twisting at a sickening angle as it dropped to the ground. Hissing in pain and anger, the swan whirled on him and another man tackled her, while another grabbed her good wing. With the leverage, they snapped her other wing as well and that was too much for her. Twitching angrily, the swan wasn't able to fight and they shoved her back in the cage, not having anywhere else to keep her. They pushed the broken side up against the wall, confident she couldn't do anything with her wings broken.
They were right, since her wings were her arms. If she shifted back, it would hurt even more and then she'd be naked in front of them and unable to dress. So Asten chose to remain feathery and closed her golden eyes, her heart beating far too fast to be healthy as it pumped adrenaline through her body to fight the pain. Even with her accelerated healing, she wouldn't recover from breaks like those for a few days, if not weeks - she had learned that the hard way when the slavers had done the exact same thing. Angry at herself that she'd let it happen again, and that she hadn't been able to escape to Gunji, she tried to chew on the bars. It was a vain effort, her beak not having any way of wearing down the metal, but she was angry and had to do something. But eventually the pain was too much and she drifted back into unconsciousness, her head tucked under one of her broken wings for what little safety it could provide.
Asten had no idea what was going on when she was dragged from blankness, hearing shouts and gunfire. She didn't even know where she was, if she was in a house or what. All she knew was the horrible room and the fact there wasn't anyone in the room. Her wings burned and the pain was horrible, but she forced herself to waddle over to the wall. Resting her head against the wall where the gap was, Asten pushed, her feet skidding on the metal as she tried to get leverage to push the cage away from the wall. Wings limp at her side, she kept it up until there was a little space. Enough for her feet to slip through and help her scratch away until she could force her large body through and go between the wall and bars. The bones in her wings ground together as they were squeezed and she hissed in pain, but was too stubborn to stop. Once she was free, however, she collapsed on the floor, breathing heavily and looking sick. She'd done even more damage to her wings and couldn't find the strength to waddle across the floor, or even drag herself with her beak.
taesty chicken
ooc // AUGH WHY DID YOU LET ME GO SO LONG?!?!
