Hallucination

'''This story contains graphic descriptions of gore, minor swears, and drug use is described in this story. If you are sensitive to these subjects, reading this is not recommended.'''

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Jamaa looked down on me as a threat, but I'm really just trying to just earn my pay. I've been flooded by Jamaa's police forces many times, raided and beaten down. These cops weren't playin' games, but they're the real criminals. They took a lot of my belongings from me, but I still have my stash of selling property. They've never seen me before, though, and I've always had the speed and the skill of flight to get away through secret hatches in my walls.

What do I do, you may ask, that gives me such a bad reputation? Did you think Jamaa was perfect?

My nickname is Killdeer for my brown, black, and white colors. I'm a falcon that probably illegally found its way to Jamaa. I'm from the Outlands, which is term for land beyond Jamaa, but not the Outskirts- that's a whole different story. Due to the lack of money in the Outlands, I snagged a few drugs and some plant seeds and had my own drug trade thing going on. I have a family of my own with my mate Jade, and I have to raise money for my children. I think I picked a bad way of going, but I don't use these drugs myself. I just sell them for the profit.

I currently reside in a hidden street, which is known as the 'Jammer Drug Central' by some locals. I'll tell you this- it's behind the mountains of Mt. Shiveer, and eagles or owls have to be hired to grab them. I've had cases of the 'Deliverers' betraying them, though, and they get fired by me. I had this one customer, a goat, who lost their purchase of barkweed, a kind of plant I grew by trees.

"You, you goddamn idiot!" the goat had screamed at me. "You let that fool take that from me? Ripoff, I want my money back!"

"Nope, I can't do that. There's a no refund policy," I'd respond.

The goat, who I nicknamed Ice, charged. Like a bullet, I shot out of the way, his horns colliding with the rock wall. He stepped back, shaky on his legs at first. Ice swung around and ran at me again, and I just swooped away. He was picking a fight, that's for sure.

"Get back here, dammit!"

And I did just that. With a grunt, Ice ran at me again. I flew up just to where his head was and clawed his eyes.

WIP I GOTTA GO W/ DAD TO CHECK THE HOG TRAP