All Living Things Small Animal Cage Novels & Stories

“It’s very possible.” Marc said nothing else as Keegan driven him interior the cage. The scent of sawdust and oil was so solid presently, it overwhelmed everything else,including Bronaugh’s tasty fragrance. Keegan appeared him the soil bicycles they rode in lieu of steeds, told him approximately all of the distinctive competitions they held and how they were diverse utilizing Fae or maybe than creatures, and clarified to him how they’d strengthened the cage and the building to avoid any escapes. As they meandered over to the bucking chute, Marc seem see a burrow that went right through the center of the stands on the other side of it. “Is that where they’re held?” he asked.

The absence of an air garden in this upper area weighs on their minds, intensifying their yearning for a breath of fresh air that remains elusive. Dangling from the chain, like a haunting specter, is the tear-drop-shaped empty cage. Its form casts eerie shadows across the chamber, a constant reminder of their confinement and the lingering hopelessness that accompanies it. The cage measures 6 feet in diameter, its imposing size magnifying their sense of captivity. The cold, dimly lit surroundings seem to amplify the sense of entrapment, enveloping them in a somber atmosphere.

Majority of the food were for swine, chickens and dogs, some were for cats, birds, bunnies and fishes. Located at the right side were pet supplies ranging from shampoos and conditioners, colognes… “Colognes?” … collars, leashes, food bowls … shoes, clothes, strollers… “Shoes, clothes, strollers?… Am I really reading it right?…Wow, people really treat their pets like babies!” Right there, he was getting a sense of what Pete was saying earlier. At the center were the crates. Pete was at the forefront maybe because he was the cuddliest . There were about more than ten other dogs of different breeds all waiting for someone to pick them. “Not one Aspin though.”

KADE POV I watch the smoke curl from Brynn’s lips, disappearing into the night air. God, I’ve never wanted to be a cigarette so badly—just to feel those lips wrapped around me. Something in her whispered words makes me shift—a flicker of genuine concern breaking through my professional veneer. “One cage for another. Yeah.” I lean against the railing, letting a brief understanding pass between us. “The difference,” I murmur, “is that Vex’s cage has golden bars. Comfortable prison.”

Jones called to the eldest of the kids, "why don't you show our guests the specials?" "Sure!" Ernest said eagerly, his sibling giving him envious glares. Ernest turned around and led the three of us - Axel, Broddi, and I - to a small room with a label that read, 'the specials.' Pushing back the heavy metal door revealed about a dozen crates lined up against the wall, all filled with animals - mostly dogs and cats. I could tell most of the animals were old by the raspy noises that came from them. I cringed slightly at how desperate and awful they all sounded and I found myself wondering why they were all considered specials.

The cage was small, only enough room to fit five, maybe six people in it at one time. Besides the one knocked out on the floor and the shadows figure with the snake eyes. There were two other beings trapped in the cage. One who was the size of a child curled up on the woman's lap. The woman, who was either their mother or someone tasked with taking care of them, continued to hum a low tune while running their fingers through the child's hair.

I stop dead in my tracks, my breath catching in my throat. Cages. Row upon row of them, stacked up to the heavens like forgotten shipping containers in a rusted junkyard. But these weren’t empty crates filled with useless debris. These cages held shifters; wolves, felines, and others whose scents I couldn’t immediately place. All of them crammed into spaces so small they could barely move, let alone shift.

Character: Cunning and nocturnal. Characteristics: Due to its size, minor nests have already been discovered in the most inaccessible places. It has also happened that they have penetrated living spaces through ventilation shafts and toilet drains. The minor is very nimble and agile, and it is best to kill him with traps or fire-throwers as he makes a very small target. He is able to jump 10 times his body size by jumping. Lifespan: 2-3 years Distribution: Rare Distribution area: The minor can be found in South and North America, Europe, Asia and Africa.

“But-“ I began, however, he raised his hand in a tone of finality and muttered, “Go to sleep now. I have told you a lot for tonight” “But I cannot go to sleep with all these questions. Please don’t keep me waiting. Somebody’s life is at stake.” I kept begging and pleading, and at a point grew so irritated that I curled my fingers around the bars and shook it as hard as I could. The cage creaked and rattled for a bit, but that only made the other animals and beings locked in the cages at the other end of the small room grow angry. They began hissing and growling and their angry voices echoed in the small enclosed space, bouncing off the walls that amplified the noise.

He honestly thought that my body, my feelings, and my entire existence completely belonged to him and were fully under his absolute control and ownership. I was deep in my thoughts when suddenly the heavy door was pushed open violently and roughly hitting the wall loudly, announcing his arrival and his furious mood clearly and unmistakably. I didn't turn around or stand up immediately. I remained seated calmly and quietly, looking at his reflection clearly visible right behind me inside the large mirror. Lucas stood near the doorway breathing heavily and roughly, his chest rising and falling fast and heavily, his handsome face twisted darkly and dangerously with absolute rage and hostility.