Hi everyone, this is Tigre. This is my first story to ever be published, so please be nice if you comment. Remember anything in parentheses & italicized, ex:(Tigre Note: Look up "The Hanging Tree" on You Tube) means that in order to get the full feeling of a scene, you must open up another tab & look up whatever it says in the I own: All my OCs & plot idea (since it's based after Jak and Daxter The Lost Frontier) Stuff I don't own: Any & all Jak & Daxter, & Spyro character/references. So here we go. P.S: Sorry it took me so long, homework & this anime called S.A.C. distracted me when I should have been writing it all of last month. SORRY!
Jak P.P.V.
The creature's round, oddly human shaped green cat pupil eyes stare into my own with a look of surprise, but the expression doesn't last for very long. As soon as it realizes it has been spotted, the creature stands perfectly balanced on the branch slightly above my head, but still infront of me, giving me a full view of the frightening animal. As it stands, it's rainbow red-at-the-ends & blue-at-the-roots hair swings down from it's position hidden on it's back in a thick braid held together by a metal bangle. Once it is fully standing, I notice what Carl & Luke described as the metal bra & skirt, chain mail in areas of movement while solid peaces the areas that doesn't move much. Not only that I notice, but I also see the highly contrasting, blood red underbelly of the beast. Then to my horror, the creature turns towards the trunk of the tree & begins walking down the trunk head first, digging its razor sharp claws into the wood, all the while staring me down with an intent look.
Once the creature reaches the bottom of the tree, it steps onto the grassy ground at the base of the trunk, heading straight towards me slowly & menacingly. As it nears my person, I get a regrettably closer look at the strange creature's markings. I notice on it's shoulders & forehead are dark blue, almost black groups of scales in the shapes of triangles & diamonds of various sizes. Under each of the creature's eyes are three grayish- light blue spaces underlining the eyelids. As the creature approaches, its black scales, green eyes, red hair, metal clothing, & what I now count as four horns atop its head sparkle in the sparse sunlight penetrating the dense tree canopy above as it stalks closer. Soon, the creature gets too close for comfort, & I begin to back away slowly, knowing that if I turn tail & run, this will make me its prey for sure.
Not looking where I'm going, I trip over a root behind me & fall against the the hard ground, & begin to scoot backwards as fast as possible from the ever approaching creature, dropping my gear bag in the process. Soon, I feel my back hit the only bolder in the whole clearing, the creature notices this, but continues to come closer. "So this is how I'm going to die," I think to myself. "I don't know why I thought of this, but I feel that this creature's intention is to only scare us away, not harm us" I hear Light say thoughtfully. "Sure, maybe the creature is going to invite us to dinner" Dark says sarcastically. I look up into the animal's eyes to see that my nose is less than an inch away from the end of the creature's snarling snout.
I turn my head to the side & close my eyes, waiting for the death blow. Instead of the life-ending bite that I was expecting, I hear the creature's growling stop. The sound of it sniffing my throat replaces its growling. I feel each of the creature's breaths, each inhale, every exhale. After a few uneasy & strangly silent seconds, the creature pulls away, still not growling, & instead gives off a small grunt. It backs away slowly, watching me as it goes, & sits down a few feet away from me across the tiny clearing, still staring me down, but the intent look in its eyes has vanished. Instead, there is a look of tense curiosity, as if it is waiting for something.
After a few minutes of staring each other down, I notice out of the corner of my eye that my bag is next to me, & I can see both the gun & the camera near the opening. I look back & forth between the creature & my bag as I inch my hand towards the camera. It realizes what I'm doing, it begins to snarl & growl again, & I whip my head up, to see if it has stood up, which it hasn't. I quickly pull my hand away from the bag, & as soon as I do, the creature stops growling. I reach towards the bag again, this time watching the creature, & just like before, it begins to growl, this time arching it's head lower. I retract my hand from the bag & try again three more times, just to see what it will do. "Light, I think you're right, but I don't think I should move just yet," I think. "Yet again, glow boy could be correct, because if he wasn't, we'd be dead by now" I hear Dark say calmly.
Meldalvyna's P.O.V.
A tense calm overtakes the forest as I sit across from the man who I could tell from his uniform & scent that he was part of the Freedom League. The smell of strained fear still hangs in the air that had eminated from the mystery man just a few seconds earlier. A few minutes later, I see the man's ocean blue eyes drift over to his bag, then back to me. He then slowly begins reaching towards his bag, bouncing his glance between me & his bag. "Oh crap, does he have a gun? What am I kidding, he probably does!" I think to myself, worried, but not letting it show on my face. I begin to growl & snarl, hoping it will stop the man, which to my relief he human then decides to do it again.
Like before, he begins reaching towards his bag, this time watching me the whole time. I growl at him again, this time lowering my head to look more menacing. It seems to do the trick, until he does it again, & again, & one more time just for the heck of it, it seems. After a few minutes the man finally stops, we sit staring at each other, for hours. Every once in a while the man adjusts himself, watching me all the way. As the long minutes pass by, I begin to get nervous. "Why isn't he leaving? I've got to go home sometime, it's getting dark" I think to myself worriedly. I look up into the setting sun, wondering whether or not the man is going to leave, then it hits me, he's waiting for me to leave so he that can leave too. I look back at the man & I see that he was watching me. I stare back at him with a worried look spread across my face, but remain sitting for a little while longer.
The man gives me a curious look. His eyes then slide down to his left wrist, on which was what I believe the humans call a watch. A worried look spreads across his slender, but still nicely wide face. His long ears twitch with annoyance at what he sees on his wrist device. I cautiously stand up, trying not to make a noise, but the man notices anyways. The man gets another worried look once he sees me standing. I give him a look & spread my wings, which only panics the man even more. I leap into the air & take off, leaving the man to his own devices, & head for home. As I fly, I wonder if the man will be there again tomorrow.
Jak P.O.V.
I whip my head up to the sound of the creature standing up, & once I do, the thing looks at me & spreads its gigantic wings. The spine of each wing is black while the membrane in between is the same blood red as the creature's underbelly. I then notice that at the tip & main joint of each wing is a sharp, blade like spine sticking off the wing a good inch or two. The creature leaps into the air, & at the peak of its jump, the animal powerfully flaps its wings & flies towards the top of Haven City Mountain. I sit & watch it fly gracefully for a few seconds & stand up, grabbing my bag, & start heading for the lock. Once I reach the lock, I begin to wonder if the mystery creature will be there tomorrow. I get out, hop on my zoomer, & head to the Freedom League HQ. When I finally reach the door, I then realize I forgot something. "I forgot to take its picture" I think to myself as I enter the main conference room & Torn is looking at me. "How'd the mission go, Jak?" Torn asks "Did you get the mystery animal's mugshot?"