>>564077It's already done. The room is filled with blood and corpes, their distorted faces twisted into agonized expressions, leaking blood from their ears, noses, mouths, and empty eyesockets. And right in the middle of it lies a pregnant Griffon hen, her talon held out and touching the hoof of a dead pegasus, their expressions almost peaceful.
No. No, please, no… those…
Imbeciles! You needed her alive! Maybe…
Storming over, heedless of the mess, you reach down and start ripping into her belly, shoving your talon inside and reaching around until you feel something solid. Grabbing tight, you begin to pull, slowly forcing it to release it's hold on her, until you finally drag it out into the light.
It's a half-developed fetus, her talons already developed and folded over her back hooves. Her eyes are squeezed shut, the tiny beak between them almost imperceptibly small. Fledgling wings are pinned loosely to her back, the beginnings of feathers already starting to grow. And most importantly, she isn't moving and has no pulse.
With a roar, you wind up and throw the useless garbage against the wall with a wet-sounding splat. USELESS! This was to be your big break and those assholes fucked it up!
"We apologize, ma'am," a colt approaches you nervously. "The entire apprehension team died, if that is consolation."
"No," you growl, grabbing him by the neck with talons soaked red. "But maybe you taking her place will console me."
Log ends