"Excellent." Kaden growled, "I have enough problems dealing with my existing class without having another bird on my blades." He lashed out at the wall beside him, thumping his carapace sheath against the cold wall.
"… However…" A small, cunning smile cracked open from his face of irritation. "It gives Torra a distraction. And perhaps…" A knock on the door of his cell-like room interrupted him. "Enter." He looked to see who it was.
The large brown form of a Kangaskhan peered through the open door, "Is everything alright?" She spoke, looking around the room. Nothing was out of place as Kaden stood beside his nest facing her.
"Perfectly." He small smile remained, as he looked at Tara with utmost confidence. Tara did not seem convinced. Kaden had been more paranoid as of lately, and such levels of paranoia was uncommon, even in him.
"You aren't on the roof. You are always on the roof at this time of night." She frowned. He watched, unblinking and unmoving. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing at all, Tara. Just because I break my routine for one night does not indicate something is wrong. In fact, I think it'll prove to my advantage." His smile widened as his eyes narrowed.
Tara inched back a moment, pulling the door closer to her like a shield. "You're scaring me, Kaden. What have you come up with now?" She herself glared at him.
Kaden grunted hysterically, and stepped into his nest. "We have a new recruit. And if my presumptions are correct, I get to break him." Tara flinched at the emphasis of 'break'. Of all the creatures to break in new recruits, why did it have to be Kaden?
A loud rattling shook the suspended cage that the bird was in, causing it to squawk awake and attempt to balance itself. "Get up, bird-brain." A man on the other side of the bars said, giving the cage a hard kick to get his point across. "You've got a long day ahead of you!" he laughed as he walked away.
The bird looked around the well-lit room. Grey walls, grey door, ugly machines… it was the same room. The bird released a sigh and ruffled its feathers. Stepping across part of the cage, he noticed two containers, food and water respectively. It didn't appear to hold all that much, and a lot seemed to have spilled from the grunt's wake-up call.
Tasting it, the bird rolled its eyes. Cheap food for the newest prisoner of some band of thieves. A grunt soon came in and gripped a cart. Pulling it beneath the cage, he lowered the cage to thump lightly on the cart. Gripping the cage, he began to turn it towards the door, carefully maneuvering it through before leading it down duel-colored halls. The bird looked at the grunt. He seemed young, inexperienced, and easily manipulated. But counter to these facts, he had thick, heavy-duty gloves. He wouldn't feel any pecking through that.
The bird peered down hallways as he tried to gain a sense of his surroundings. But it all looked the same. Finally, the cage rolled to a stop, the grunt moving away to open a door. The cage was then rolled into the doorframe, and with a surprising dexterity, the cage was opened.
The bird took advantage of this and fled the cage, pulling into the dark room. Quickly, he spun around to escape his new confines, but the cage was moving, and the door was pulled shut with haste.
The bird clawed and clawed at the door, but to no avail. He couldn't tell if he even made a scratch on the door in the shadows that enveloped the entire room. Stopping, he paused to listen, wondering if the grunt was still there. Nothing. No footsteps, no wheels… Nothing.
A click. The bird wheeled around as another click sounded in the darkness. Again, this time faster than before. Another! And another! It was moving toward-
Motion surrounded the bird as he felt something ram into him. The next thing he knew was the wall colliding against his back, effectively pinning him between two objects. Panicked, he lashed out with his claws, scraping up against what felt like giant claws.
Suddenly, the light flashed on, forcing the trapped bird to shut its eyes. But as his eyes adjusted to the sudden light, he reopened them to discover what was pinning him.
The green, stern face of a scyther stared him down, its own pupils dilated by the light. And as suddenly as he had seen the face before him, he was released, dropping to the floor ungracefully.
Kaden watched as the bird pulled itself up. As it looked up, he began. "Name." It did not reply. His blades shifted, letting the room's dull yellow light shimmer off of the metal-like surface. "Name." He repeated.
The bird watched him carefully, as it regained posture."Very well then," the scyther began. "My name is Kaden. And I am here to break you." A malicious smile appeared upon his face. The large bird pulled back, tucking itself into a corner. "So we shall begin by hearing your name. If not…" He shifted a blade to make his point.
"P-Pidgey" The bird responded quietly. It seemed terrified, something Kaden had not entirely expected from a bird as large as he.
"That's not a name. That's a species, something you no longer are." Kaden growled, taking a step forwards.
"It's my name! Please don't hurt me!" The pidgeot shielded its face from the approaching blade. Kaden paused, looking from his blade, and to the bird before retaking his posture.
"Better…" He smiled, "Next question…"