Un-Safe Haven

The streets and alleys of the city were where Pon felt most safe. Or more like where he felt most confident that he could be attacked and be able to get away. Because no matter what the adults in this place said Pon didn't think anywhere was safe. In the past no matter where he stopped or where he went someone would always find him, and try to get him. Every time he gave himself the chance to think even for a second that maybe that place could be his home the men who smelled like blood came and Pon had to fight and run again. Well, this time he wouldn't make that mistake. Even if Pon couldn't leave this place there was no way he would let himself get cozy.

It was still pretty early, and Pon was sitting on top of a stack of magazines near an entrance of an alley, gnawing on an apple he had snatched from a booth at the farmer's market. The salesman had not noticed a thing, it had been easy, and the streets were still pretty empty so there was no crowd to get in his way if the farmer did notice. And that was a good thing, Pon didn't need to go hungry. He couldn't think of stealing as wrong, no one suffered from one single candybar or apple disappearing, no one even noticed. So as long as Pon didn't hurt anyone he would keep feeding himself.
There were two men watching him. Pon had noticed them following him all the way from farmer's market. They weren't cops, otherwise they would've come to him already, and neither were they farmers. Pon glanced at them, he knew that look in their eyes. He could tell when someone was hungry.

Pon ate the apple in three big hungry bites and hopped up, hurrying deeper into the alley to ge could get out of those men's sight and out of their mind. But just when he got deep enough into the alley to be covered by shadows one of the men suddenly appeared before him. Pon jumped back and looked up at the man, his forever glaring eyes now giving the man a real stinkeye. But when Pon turned around to run the other man was behind him. He was surrounded. Immediately the panic struck, and Pon let out a thin growl from deep in his chest. He was still young, after all. His growl lacked threat.
"You've got an interesting air about you, kid. How about you tell us a bit about it, hm?"
One of the men stepped close, and grabbed Pon by his shoulder. Automatically Pon flinched violently and turned his head, digging his teeth into the man's hand. He cursed loudly, and the other man grabbed Pon by the other shoulder and shoved him violently against the wall. Normally this wouldn't affect Pon in any way, but he hit the back of his head quite hard, and for a second he could do nothing else but growl and snap his teeth at the men, struggling weakly.
"Settle down, kid. We know you've got something valuable about you. Now tell us what it is!"
One of the men slapped Pon, not that hard, but hard enough to make him feel pain and that just made him struggle more.
See? Nowhere is safe. Those adults were all just a bunch of lying...poopheads.

The man pinning Pon to the wall was strong, much much stronger than a normal human or Pon. He couldn't pull himself free, no matter what, and though his jaws snapped his head was being pushed against the wall as well, and Pon's kicks seemed to have no effect. And out of instinct Pon didn't shift into a wyvern, in the outside world and on the place he had been thus far he hadn't been allowed to do that.

But before Pon could realize shifting was okay he heard a voice, and smelled something familiar. He couldn't exactly turn his head to look towards the voice, but Pon knew this smell. The smell of someone like him, a wyvern. There was another wyvern on this island. Multiple, actually, like Pon saw as the man let him go and Pon could see two people approaching, both looking angry and full-on hateful. But for now Pon didn't care about that. Since at that moment, when he saw the male of the pair had partial shifted, Pon realized that shifting was okay. And he shifted, and soon the two men had three angry wyverns on them, two on the front and one on the back. Pon was just about the size of a lioness, but he stood so he blocked the escape route from the men, and now he was snarling and hissing viciously. Some of Pon's gem scales rustled, as he was preparing to shoot some if necessary. And the men looked at him for a moment with fear and awe, as Pon's priceless scales glimmered in the early morning sun.

Similarly to Alexis Pon shot couple of scales from his tail, and with a thud they hit the brick wall and shattered, leaving two small holes on the wall. Pon's scales moved as fast as a bullet, and if the ricocheted shards exploded into a body, well, it wasn't pretty.

Pon sent a quick glance at Alexis when he spoke to him, and didn't bother answering. Even in wyvern form the trickle of blood that was dripping down from Pon's forehead was clear, the men had hit his head against the wall bit too hard.
"They want to sell me."
Pon growled, and took a step closer to the men, his teeth bared and ready to tear if necessary.

It was like Alexis read Pon's thoughts, and with a small snarl his eyes snapped to Alexis and Riva. Normally Pon would've ran away by now, but he was angry. For some reason he felt betrayed, and these men were the target of his anger.
"I should cripple them. If I don't they'll do it again. Or at least shatter their legs."
It sounded really dark, yes, but that always stopped the pursuers. And it scared these men immensely, since one of them suddenly disappeared. Teleporter. Pon let out an angry hiss and pounced the other man before he could run away too, pinning him tightly under one foot.

Cage him up? Pon had already been caged for months, all because he had acted in a way that had allowed him to survive this long. Everyone new was an enemy, and they stayed that way until Pon trusted them. And thus far Pon had never began to trust anyone. He didn't trust Alexis either, though Pon didn't turn a complete blind eye to his advice either. It was the fact that Alexis was a wyvern, Pon had really missed seeing other members of his kind, even if they were unrelated to him in every way.
"They would cage him up too, he started it."
Pon answered, with a slightly muttered but just as annoyed tone.

When Alexis suddenly came very close, right on Pon's face, Pon took a big step back. Physical closeness was a big no-no for him. And the moment he stepped off the man Pon had been pinning tried to get up, only to be sent back down by Alexis' kick. The kick made Pon admire Alexis a bit, no one had ever performed violence in his stead, or stood up for him. Pon did as Alexis said, he shifted back and looked at Alexis with still suspicious, but now bit more open expression.

"I can really hit him? You won't turn me in?"
They had said Pon was still on thin ice, if this got out he knew they'd put him back in the islets, even if this hadn't been his fault.

It was frustrating, to be made to back off by Alexis, and if Pon hadn't had strong survival instincts deeply rooted into him he would've tried to fight the older, bigger wyvern. But he didn't, and all Pon could do was hiss from deep in his throat and admire Alexis.

Pon' eyes jumped from Riva to Alexis and ended up on the man on the ground. And you didn't have to tell him twice to kick this...bad person, Po was still really angry and scared. He grit his teeth and with an angry frown Pon kicked the man firmly on the side. It did and didn't feel good. Pon didn't like the idea of hurting someone who couldn't fight back, but his anger was greater right now.

Rip his head off. That was possible, Pon had done scary things when he had been angry and scared and driven to a corner. He hadn't killed anyone, but Pon wouldn't be surprised if some of the people he maimed ended up dead afterwards, because the damage was too great.
"No profanity."
Pon muttered when Alexis said the f-word, and wiped some blood away from his temple. His light grey hair was dyed red from where his head had hit the wall.
"Knock him out and throw him in a dumpster. It's easier to leave like that."
If they just left the guy here, beaten up but conscious, he might come after them or yell or something. It would be better to make him unconscious and out of sight.