Caged Wilderness

Caged Wilderness

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There are many pets to choose from. Cats and dogs, rats and hamsters, fish and turtles! And if you prefer something more exotic, well, there are snakes and tarantulas and chameleons and parrots of all types! And if you want something even more exotic, there are always Feeblues. The size of an owl, these winged and feathered humanoid creatures can be found in very few places of the world, and all of them are considered national reserves. Miles and miles of true, primal wilderness where these adorable - and extremely intelligent - nest and flock together in groups sometimes reaching thousands of individuals. Hunting them is, of course, illegal. But, of course, demand for rare pets is satisfied by perpetually growing supply of both bred and freshly-caught Feeblues. But hey, what's wrong about it since they are fed, watered and loved? After all... They are still animals.
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SEQUEL TO STOLEN Can also be found on my Quotev account under my user GrassHopperGreen #37 in Kidnapping: July 18, 2018 #30 in Kidnapping: July 21, 2018 ------------------------- After a month of getting my life back, I really thought I was finally free, knowing that Chip was behind bars, and that I was no longer a pet to anyone. But as time slowly started to change, I started to notice things are different, that maybe nothing good will ever be the same. I start to lose trust in people, double guessing on things and losing friends. His words still haunt my mind. The day he held a gun to my head and now, I can't even step outside without someone bring up the kidnapping. Maybe I was lying to myself that my life was going to return to being normal, maybe I was wrong on a lot of parts, maybe, just maybe, the only person left to trust is the one who took me from my life in the first place, maybe we both need saving. Copyright 2015 ©

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