You burn the aft thrusters and turn the nose up at the 'ship' taking just a glance at the lasso still pulling upon on your wing. 'I'll gun the main engine and snap right out of that thing,' you plot, 'but first.' You flip up the safety on the missle controls a feeling of power rushing through you. 'Just because I'm small doesn't mean I can't sting.' You pull the trigger sending a barrage of eight missles streaking toward the giant eagle. You know better that to aim for the compartment. 'Never kill the rider, when you can kill the horse,' you quote as you watch the white smoke trails trace a line right to the creature's heart. Knowing any heat seeking missles fired at a warmblooded organism so large were sure hits, you prepare to gun the throttle when it goes down, chest cavity hollowed by the blast.
The eight missles do all strike down exactly where you aim, their explosion issuing a cloud of fire and smoke which is smaller than you had hoped for when compared with the bird's massive body. When the smoke drifts away you see, rather than a gory hole leading into internal organs, barely tarnished feathers. Suddenly your feeling of power drains out through your feet replaced by cold dread. The monster is just to big to damage, atleast with your arsenal, but you did succeed in doing one thing -- getting its attention.
The raptor cocks its hook-beaked head in your direction, annoyonce evident in the one eye that faces you, then it snaps. You gun the thrusters, your hand at the ready but the rope behind you snags; you look and see the furry arm staining but still holding on. 'Damn these giants are stronger than I thought,' you admit, but your wisdom is too late, for the beak is already engulfing you.
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Fizby lets go of the rope so as not to be drawn in along with the strange silver bird. The Lynx rubbed her gray furry stomach which protested the loss of her meal. "Oh well," she consoled herself as she took her seat next to a sleeping Buck.
"Mice?" The call came from the Vixen stewerdess swaying up the aisle.
Fizbi gave her a disinterested glance, 'tramp,' but extended her hand none the less. Into it the Fox dropped two anthropomorhpic mice, both with tussled blond hair and one wearing a tiny blue skirt. They look truly terrified in the hands/paws of the giant Feline as she brings them up to her sharp teeth.
"Sorry I don't have time to play with either of you," she says while poking the boy mouse with her clawed finger. "But I'm way to hungry right now." She moves her hooked talon to the girl Mouse and teases off her skirt not wanting it you get caught in her teeth.
The Mice squeak an inaudible plea as they are tossed remorselessly into the Cat's mouth where she chews them up and swallows them down forcefully. Some muffled cries of terror and pain can still be heard, as they travel in a bulge down her throat but they are silenced once behind her ribcage. She rubs her now full tummy and begins to purr.
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