Lost and Found

== Lost and Found ==
This is the story of how Serpentine was found by Iblis...Written by User:Mango the rainwing for User:Daybreak the Traveler. the idea of possum was from rainbow phoenix fangirls.
== Lost ==
Crack. The possum's tiny bones snapped under the Bamboo RainWing's cruel talons. Serpentine Du Sha, poisoner and torturer. Lost boy, outcast from his tribe for crimes he committed. It was his family that drove him to pieces, and his neighbors who abandoned him.
And it was him that was overtook by jealousy. It was a bad, bad thing to feel, something that couldn't be traced back. Was it his fault? His family's fault? His friends' fault? Nobody knew. He himself didn't know.
Roaming the rainforest all alone, having to fend for himself, slowly becoming more and more cynical and sadonic. Wasn't it his dream? To finally be free of his parents? No, to get attention. But he could call attention to himself with his actions, Serpentine mused.
He was avoiding the issue on hand, which was that he was hungry. And tired. And very, very weak. There were no platforms or hammocks for suntime here, fruit was scarce, he had to resort to eating meat. It was delicious, slowly killing the animals he ate was even more pleasurable. Being stuck in the lost and found box of Pyrrhia wasn't so bad, he thought.
A jaguar's growl sounded, coming closer and closer. Leaves stirred underfoot, a sick snake-like rustling noise. A viper slid out of the bushes, eyeing Serpentine warily. Suddenly, the RainWing struck. He forced the snake's mouth open, pinning it down as it writhed in pain. The feeling of his claws piercing the soft, scaly skin of the reptile was utterly satisfying.
Grinning, he pulled out a transparent glass bottle from the belt on his hip. His talons gripped the head of the viper and black venom shot into the bottle. Hmm, I'm feeling merciful today. He tossed the viper into a tree and it flailed on the ground for a while.
The leaves rustled again. A growl sounded again, too-a dragon's growl, it wasn't the right frequency for a jaguar's. "Who's there?" he hissed, his scales rapidly camouflaging. A cream dragon, menacing and bleeding, stepped out into the clearing. "I'm Iblis, leader of The Mafia. Would you have any interest in joining our little troublemaking group? I assure you, you will belong there."
In that moment, somebody had found him. He was dragged into the spotlight. The SandWing had such a convincing-and threatening-tone to her voice, like she would kill him if he responded "no." He was blackmailed into working for The Mafia, and he enjoyed it.
Finally, he got the attention that he had always wanted.
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