You Speak, You Die

Evander wasn't quite how it happened or what he did wrong to be staring at the open maw of a clearly pissed off hippogriff. He had just stepped onto the stoop to his apartment, and had just inserted the key when, suddenly, the gryphon felt himself hastily hoisted into the air and tossed onto the forest floor like a sack of potatoes. His chances of watching The Quest for The Holy Grail were pretty slim at best when he had got home due to grading papers... Now it might as well be a pipe dream.

Unfortunately, the brown and black feathered gryphon could only manage a weak, nervous nod to the hippogriff's question before his face found itself pressed against the wet, warm flesh at the back of her mouth. As much as he wanted to resist, to pull his head out and flee, the larger hippogriff would probably pin him to the ground and ensure his silence through other means.

"W-why are y-you doing this...?" he asked tentatively as the larger hippogriff released his head. Even with his head free, he couldn't flee. Fear kept him planted right where he was, in front of the blue feathered hippogriff.

Evander’s eyes went wide as he watched the large, angry hippogriff in front of him change to the all too familiar face of Ms. Melivere, one of the magical arts teachers at the academy. He couldn’t comprehend the sight in front of him, and yet there she was.

“Give me one good reason I shouldn’t just tell the cops. You kidnapped me right as I got home, and now you’re threatening me with death!” the gryphon protested, his voice wavering on every word; he was afraid of the lady in front of him. The fact that she simply plucked him off of his front stoop attested to her strength in her true form. What she was threatening to do didn’t in itself scare him. It was how she might accomplish it that gnawed away at him. She had restrained from just ripping his head off, or some other horror, but his words that moment just might have waived any right to mercy he might have had.

Evander only gave a bewildered look at Melivere, his beak hanging agape with shock. Was she actually enjoying this? The grin on her face seemed to confirm that fact. He wanted to fly away, far away from the one in front of him, but he knew it would be futile. She'd catch him again, and probably wouldn't give him a choice in the matter... Not that either choice presented to him at the moment was favourable over the other.

He sat there in silence, his feathers standing almost upright as he tried to formulate some thought, some answer, Nothing.

Evander watched as Melivere transformed back into her true form, quivering as she leaned close to him. For five minutes, he lay silent, frightened that she might, at any point, decide to keep going. When the larger beast finally released his head from her mouth, he only looked down at the ground. When she asked for the second time of he understood her, the brown feathered gryphon nodded in confirmation. Now please just let me leave.... he thought.

Evander was surprised when the larger beast stooped down to pick him up. He wasn't used to it, and while certainly eager to go home, he wanted to have nothing to do with Melivere at the moment.

"Put me down, you bedswerving bespawler! I can get home just fine without a damned fusty-lug like you carrying me home like I'm some baby!" He shouted, squirming as much as he could with Melivere's beak holding his neck.