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Kitten had hesitated to visit the zoo. For anyone who can understand the speech of animals, zoos are exceedingly unhappy places unless they are constructed with the animals' natural habitats in mind. She is relatively pleasantly surprised by Taxon's zoo, but then, she supposes that the aliens are used to adding amenities to their prisons.

Then she reaches a section that makes her skin crawl in the same way Ozorne's menagerie had. Unicorns. Not killer unicorns, even, but their far from malicious cousins. Winged apes not in league to anyone and wishing to fly free.

Kitten screeches. She holds back just long enough to listen to the creatures for a moment, to get a clearer idea of whether they would be peaceful when released. As soon as she is satisfied they will be, Kitten takes action.

With a low croak, she shatters the locks on their cages, the entrances to their enclosures swinging open.

Unicorns and flying monkeys flee from their prisons-within-the-prison, free to at least travel the larger enclousure of the city itself. And then, to protect her new acquaintances, Kitten turns to the tablet.

She slowly types a message, switches to visual mode long enough to whistle for everyone's attention, then transmits what she has to say.

I am aware that many of you will be concerned at the appearance of winged monkeys in the skies of Taxon, considering recent events. Be advised that those currently flying throughout the city are not in service to anyone. They have no desire to harm humans, and should you attack them unprovoked, I will see it as an attack on an innocent and respond accordingly. It is bad enough that we are all trapped within the large prison of the city. I see no need to leave magical creatures imprisoned in an even smaller cage, not unless they are a threat to others present here. Neither the unicorns nor the winged apes released today should pose such a threat.

((OOC: Feel free to use this as a party style post! Tag each other, encounter the newly released creatures around the city, respond to Kitten's network post, have fun finding out that you can't get near the unicorns unless you're a virgin, etc.))

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Azkadellia was still adjusting to the very fact that she was in her own body, and alone, and with those she knew. All of whom she had wronged, or assisted in wronging. That said, she had not expected to read a text to mentioned something so familiar to her, downright intimate. Flying monkeys that answered to another was something she knew and had even housed them.

Fumbling with the pad, working out how to send back a written message though she had no idea whom she was speaking to. Nor, in that moment, did it matter. She wanted answers.

Hello and greetings. I am very new here so I'm sorry to bother you but what did you mean of recent events involving flying monkeys? I hope I'm not bringing up a sore subject.

No desire to harm humans.

With hours before the full moon will rise, Remus can't do anything about it, but he opens a line to Kitten.

"In my world, unicorns hate werewolves. We're dark creatures, they're light. We're antithesis and the unicorns react to that. I hope you're right about intending no harm, Skysong."

Ashley could never say she didn't understand where the little dragon was coming from. Having worked with Abnormals for as long as she could remember, Ashley knew the pros and cons of having them around, especially differing species like this. One of the major worries she had wasn't actually what these creatures might do to the population. She was honestly more worried about what they would do to each other and that was what had her preparing to go on a hunt.

"Okay, look, I know you're just trying to do what you think is right," she began, clicking the bullet holster into the bottom of her new gun. Her tablet was sitting on a table in her apartment, settled so she was in clear view. Resting all around her, on chairs and the floor, were several stunners and other assorted firearms. "But I'm not exactly gonna just believe someone's assurances that these creatures aren't going to do something to indirectly hurt someone. And for that matter, how do you know they aren't gonna go after each other? They could be rival species or something."

She stashed that gun into one of the holsters on her pants and picked up one of the stunners, looking it over and firing it up as she spoke. "I'm not saying we're going to hurt them. I won't let anyone do anything to harm them, my mother would kill me if I did."

Not literally, but...

"And if you're really that worried about them, I promise I'll go check on them every day after this. I grew up protecting creatures like this. I'll be sure they're fine."

Stunner down, time for another round of tranqs into a new gun. She was working quickly and efficiently, like someone who knew what she was doing.

"All right, the rest of you. Anyone who wants to help me capture these little guys and bring them back to their homes is welcome. Only thing is weaponry. Stunners and tranq guns only." At that point, she gave the tablet her best straight face. "Trust me when I say you do not want to deal with me if you hurt one of these guys or try to keep it for a pet. They aren't pets. Believe me." Back to working on her tranq rounds. "I've got stunners and tranq guns if you want one. Start at the edge of the city and move inward. We'll corner them in the middle."

And with that, she headed outside, towards one edge of the city. To start with, she held a flashlight in one hand, crossed underneath a tranq gun held in the other. Ashley Magnus would not be caught off-guard, but neither would she allow anything to hurt these creatures. Her mother would lecture her to no end if she returned and found out harm had come to Abnormals when Ashley could have prevented it.

Understandably, DG didn't feel inclined to trust flying monkeys of any sort. It had been the death of the mobats that had freed her from the grasp of the witch and, if she'd seen one of them flying past the window before she'd seen Kitten's post, her reaction would not have been decidedly hostile.

Even now, she frowned as she switched on her tablet.

"I hope you're right."

A unicorn trotted down a street in Wilde, almost luminescent in the moonlight. A barefooted woman in a long black dress followed at a discrete distance, moving as silently and as swiftly as a part of the shadows that shrouded her.

Drusilla had never seen anything as beautiful as the unicorn. She'd seen battlefields and murders and executions and aimless slaughter, yes, but the purity of the magical creature was something else entirely. Was this how Angelus had felt when he'd found her? A beautiful girl with a sainthood ahead of her? Ripe and ready for corruption ...

She wouldn't hurt it, of course. She'd care for it and keep it safe and feed it on sugarcubes and rainbows. They'd be blissfully happy together, she was certain of it.

Martha regarded Kitten's message with surprise and then, when she'd digested the information, with more than a little guilt. She'd not actually visited the zoo during her time in the city and she hadn't given much thought to the animals that were kept there. It hadn't occurred to her that there were innocent and intelligent creatures inside.

A cage within a cage. It was a horrible thought.

"We should have done this a long time ago."

Illyria approved of the dragon's action--a human-like act of compassion she would have otherwise disregarded as unimportant and futile. But the animals were creatures of beauty, and the ex-god did not find amusement in their confinement. They did not belong here, confined in this place or in any other. They were alike.

Walking at a leisurely pace, she followed one down the street. And when she was close enough to touch the creature, she softly ran her blue hand along its mane. It was pleasant to the touch, and it did not shy away. Illyria regarded it with an almost delicate fascination.

It takes a lot to stop Madelyne cold. Seeing a startlingly beautiful snow white horse stop and stare at her is totally one of them. The unicorn stands there, shaking its head as if it is a little bit confused by what it is that it is seeing. The redheaded woman opens her mouth to say something but ends up swallowing it, reaching out toward the horse instead.

The unicorn shakes itself and shies away from her touch.

Some time later, she can be found, sitting outside, staring into the distance, her tea growing cold.

Briar had fallen asleep at his worktable after another night of one too many nightmares. He woke to midmorning sun streaming through the window, right hand still loosely gripping a small pair of clippers and a freshly pruned shakkan on the table in front of him. A gentle touch to the tree's trunk steadied him some, and a glance out the window to his garden should have finished the job.

Should have, because there in the very center, a horse pawed at his vegetables before lowering his head to start on the greens. Not a horse, Briar realized as he looked more closely. The animal had a long horn extending from the center of his forehead.

Whatever it was, and however beautiful, Briar didn't feel like giving up half his garden, not when there was plenty of grazing available nearby. He opened the window and climbed out, grimacing as he got a better look at the damage. "Did you have to trample over that whole corner on your way in, too?" he mutters with a groan. "I had plans for those." It would be a little longer before Briar could replace the last couple things missing from his medicine kit.

"Time to get out of the garden!" he called to the unicorn, moving forward. "The grass and trees are thriving for at least a quarter mile in every direction. You'll be fine." It seemed skittish, backing away (over an entirely different patch of plants, to Briar's dismay) as he approached. Briar gently shooed the creature out of the garden and into a nearby clearing before returning to the house.

Ten minutes later, a glimpse out the kitchen window revealed the exact same sight.

Twenty minutes later, Briar could be found sitting grumpily in the middle of the garden, glaring at a unicorn.

An impasse had been reached. The unicorn would not approach while Briar was there, nor would it stay out once he left. They were both stuck, for now.

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