✯ Idea by: Crystal Scherer ✯
✯ Everyone thought that the titans had appeared after evolving for such a long time without human contact that when they finally evolved just enough to survive and eat human kind, they appeared.
No one thought that the...
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Ramsey shook herself once more and eyed up the table from where she was standing. If she could get up there, then she would be halfway to that window. She walked to the edge of the table and bobbed her head a bit as she examined the distance. She gathered herself in a crouch as she arched her wings over her back. This will either work out or fail miserably.
With one more quick mental pep-talk to gather her courage, she jumped forward and up as she slashed her wings through the air. She quickly followed the first wingbeat with a second, somehow instictively knowing how to tuck her wings perfectly in as she pulled them back up. She was unkowningly picking up serious speed and height even with just two wingbeats.
Several wingbeats later, she was still above the table just quickly realized the strain on her wings and so she fanned her wings while holding out her arms and legs before back-winging. Her tail twisted and dropped down to help stall out her flight. It was a good thing her neck was longer than before; it allowed her to lift her head and watch her feet while she attempted her landing.
Ramseys' claws hit the metal and squealed slightly as she slid forward a bit from her landing speed. That had gone much better than she expected, mostly because her body seemed to know what it was doing more than her. She was just trying to catch up.
Ramsey took a deep breath and folded her wings back against her back comfortably. They were trembling slightly from the effort that the short flight had taken her. She was also breathing somewhat hard. Ramsey quickly realized that it would take some time to build up muscle and endurance in orderto attempt any kind of an escape from the humans. She couldn't exactly escape if she could barely fly for a few seconds.
She watched blondie out of the corner of her eye as he furiously put his pen to work. Her wings needed some time to relax and recover from the strain, so she examined the table since she was there already. She cautiously approached some other objects on the table. Ramsey walked as if she were on slippery ice to avoid falling down.
It was mostly uncommon supplies that were found on the table in front of her. She read the labels next to the items; stethoscope, popsicle sticks, and a few other odds and ends. The measuring devices had been taken away with the other man.
What would an animal do in my situation? If I ever made a wish to have an animals life in the past, it just came true. I guess I should've been more careful for what I was wishing for. Ramsey stretched her neck out to gently nip at a popiscle stick.
She grabbed it within her beak and yanked it up so that it had no other choice but to leave the jar. She dropped it on the table to bat at it with my hands. It slid very nicely on the metal table. A playful hop and a few bats with her furry paws later, she craned her head down and leaned her body to make sure she didn't fall while she was looking down, examined the stick that now resided on the floor below. She left it there.
Ramsey turned back, feeling oddly playful. I wonder what kinds of other mischief I can get into? Minutes later, another dozen or so popsicle sticks with their new homes on the floor. It was a good thing that the jar holding the popsicle sticks was a non-breakable type of solid; it had actually rolled off of the table on its own. The fact that I may have toppled it and gave it a teeny tiny push had nothing to do with it.
