Terror now becomes friend

[Matsi]

Mokai stood at the fence of his stable, waiting. A person was coming in today to take one of the orphaned Raptor eggs that he had, and it was all a waiting game for them to show up. His brown eyes watched his own Raptor, Sir, wander around his pasture and occasionally chase insects. The young stallion was quite successful in amusing himself, and Mokai wished he had those type of skills. He was bored out of his mind.

"Mokai, when are these people supposed to show up?" A voice from behind Mokai made him stand up and turn to his right, a habit he had to keep his scars hidden from whom ever he was talking to.
"Any time now," He replied as he looked at his messy-dressed helper, Kier. The slightly younger man helped him raise the odd species and adopt them out to well-kept stables and to responsible owners. Sure, it was a job he really could do on his own, but he rather liked the help, and he knew Kier rather liked the paychecks.

"Did you check the eggs?" Mokai asked as Kier hopped onto the fence next to Mokai. He grumbled and nodded.
"They be fine. Temperature is perfect. Humidity isn't too high. All is well." He paused and looked at the adult Raptor.
"Think they will hatch soon?" Mokai shrugged.
"Should today, but probably tomorrow. The one at least." He replied as he rubbed his head and pushed away from the fence to head to the front of the house where he could greet the newcomers.
"You still don't think the one will hatch?" Kier asked as he followed. Mokai simply shook his head.

He had worked with the breed his whole life. It was a family thing. He had been raised on the lifestyle and knew how to tell a live egg from a dead one before he could even walk right. He was almost certain that the one egg, the slightly off white one, was dead as dead could come. Though, he knew anything was possible, so he had kept the egg, especially since the Mare that had layed the eggs had passed on.

The mare had been his, while the stallion had been someone elses. It was a breeding he had requested, due to the paint marks on the mare, and the history of paint marks in the stallion's family line. If he had known that the mare would become eggbound and die from it all, though, he wouldn't have bred her. He lost her, and one of the three eggs, possibly two if the offwhite one didn't hatch.

Mokai shook his head to push the thoughts away.

He peered over his shoulder at Kier, whom was following him with his head faced to the sky. Odd man, he was.

Once to the front yard, Mokai sat down on the bench on the porch, and sighed. Kier stood in the sunlight, still watching the clouds as they drifted past.

[Knight]

Denali and Calla were an interesting pair, to say the least. The black haired, muscular girl had done physical labor for most of her life, working with her parents on a farm. They'd raised cows, for the most part, for several years before selling the cows and such to make room for a certain new species. A species of raptor. Well, to be fair, the decision had been entirely Denali's. She had become in charge of the farm not too long ago, and no offense to cows, but they were pretty damn boring. And so Denali and one of the girls who worked at the farm were currently shipping out to pick up some very precious cargo; eggs.

Calla was sprawled across the back seat as Denali drove along, glancing into the mirror every so often at her companion. Originally, she'd been a blonde, but it had been long enough since her hair had been that original shade that Denali wasn't even sure it was blonde anymore. Her hair was recently died and a pale, faded blue that hung in slightly wavy locks around her face. Her eyes were a bright green that stood out sharply against her fair skin, and all in all, Calla was far from average looking. Unlike Denali, Calla didn't look remotely normal and she was okay with that.

Calla was sleeping when Denali pulled into the stable. "Wake up, Calla." Denali called over the seat, unbuckling her seatbelt as she did so. She was excited about this, even if Calla didn't seem to be too impressed by this. Denali had always been interested in things that weren't exactly normal. Like raptors. Which were actually rather interesting, if you looked past the surface.

Sleepy green eyes opened, and Calla glanced blankly at Denali. "Are we there yet?" She asked softly, rubbing the back of her head as she eyed her companion.

Rolling her eyes, Denali yanked the door open and shook her head slightly. "Yeah, we're there. Now get up." Denali snapped. She had no patience for laziness or slacking, and Calla could certainly testify to that. The girl had known Denali's anger many times because she'd been 'slacking' on the job. But Calla liked the job so she had dealt with Denali, and as the time passed they had slowly become friends.

So Calla slipped out of the car without complaint, stretching lazily before tossing her hair in a bun. "Let's get this party started." Calla grinned slightly, dusting her hands off on her pants as she started to wander towards the stable, where she assumed they would pick up the eggs.

Denali wandered after Calla, glancing around the place curiously. It seemed to be a pretty pleasant place so far.

And so they made their way along almost lazily, obviously unhurried as they headed towards the stable.

Calla - skater girl, laidback, not very outgoing but very sociable once she warms up to people, focused, driven, learns things quickly when she puts her mind to it