Zosk POV:

I've been a captive for a couple of weeks now. Unlike some dog that is let loose once in a while or even taken on a walk, I remain here, chained by my neck. Think the family who captured me is worried I might attempt to fly away if I was let loose. Trust me, given half a chance and I would fly away, far away. So they keep me chained.

Took me a bit to get used to being a captive. For the first few mornings, I would wake and attempt to fly away. Only to be stopped by the collar and chain. While I didn't crash land, I did struggle with the collar and chain often, trying to get loose from it. The collar and chain remained in place, keeping my neck secured.

Pretty well each day started out the same. I would wake most of the time as the sun was coming up, if not a bit before that. Stretch and fly for a bit. Land and watch as either the man or woman of the house come out and serve me food.

They seemed to have a little dignity to give me food on a plate, unless it was oatmeal or something that would fit better in a bowl. Though they quickly learned that I don't have much in the way of 'manners'. Kind of figured why should I if they're going to keep me chained.

The first time they gave me something to eat, which was the morning after the day I was captured, after eating, I threw the plate along with the fork at the house. Cause the plate was ceramic, it broke as it landed. The fork landed a few feet from where the plate broke. This caused the family, least the man and wife I guess, to be rather upset at me. But rather then beat me or punish me, as they might someone else, they just decided to use paper plates or bowls to serve me food in from then on. Paper cups for drink. Water was given in sizable plastic bottle, which would last me about a couple of days. Utensils were also plastic.

Once I was 'fed', which they always were careful to either leave right at the edge of my reach so they didn't enter it or was pushed in by the pole they used, the family pretty well much went about preparing for the rest of their day.

The man of the house left around the same time every day before the other two left. Their son was the next to leave on school days. Then the woman was last. Which left me alone in the backyard for a few hours.

I often ate what was offered though was a couple of times I didn't. Mostly because I didn't like what was offered on those occasions. I didn't like anything with hot sauce for example or just rather spicy flavors. I also prefered fresh things over cooked ones but couldn't be choosy too much. I didn't have any real choice in the matter with my neck chained up. At least they fed me twice a day, once in the morning and once in the evening. Though they didn't eat with me. I couldn't see their dining room from where I was kept. Even if I was fly at the end of the chain.

The rest of the day I would often spend pacing or flying most the length of the chain. I would hold onto the chain in one hand, pulling it along where-ever I went. Till it held taught on the rod it was secured to. By holding onto the chain, there was less strain on my neck from it's weight.

I also struggled with the chain from time to time, again just trying to find some way to get loose from it. I even slid the collar on my neck to expose the lock and tried to pick it a couple of times with the ends of a plastic fork, after breaking off other ends. The lock stayed closed and I remained trapped.

For the most part, during those hours the family was away, I was alone, save for the occasional random animal that ran across the yard. If I didn't finish something I was given to eat, I would sometimes attempt to tempt one or two with what's left. The animal didn't stay around very long after the offering which I didn't mind too much.

I figured about the range that I had and it wasn't much. The chain was around 25 feet long. When holding onto the chain with my hand, the range was about 22 feet.

Flying, my reach was around 12 to 15 feet off the ground with a range reach about the same. I held onto the chain in the air too, again to keep much of the strain off my neck.

I could not reach any shelter in my limited range. I did try to voice, besides ask for release from the captivity often, to the family when they were near me about not having shelter. Most interactions with them was with one or more of them watching me from a distance while they were home. Not much else though beyond that. I was too wild and unsafe to get too close to.

Though the family's son, when not being watched by either of the adults, would get closer to me. If the adults saw him being that close, they warned him off. He would grumble and step back. Was kind of amusing to think that I'm some dangerous creature that needed to be kept chained up.

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One might wonder what the weather has been like since I've been chained up. Since it was late summer, soon to turn fall, the weather has been pretty good. Breezy on and off with mostly sunny days. Be perfect weather to fly in if I wasn't chained.

Nights were starting to get a little longer and were also slightly chilly.

As I couldn't get to anything warm in my limited reach, I would often wrap my wings around myself as best I could. This did keep me from being too cold though, I did shiver a little on occasion. Particularly if the night was extra breezy and clear. Cloudy nights were warmer.

I slept often near the metal rod I'm chained to. I often slept on one of my wings for added cushion. Though that sometimes would cause the wing to be a little numb the next morning. So I tried to do that as little as possible unless it was a really chilly night. Most times I would also sleep right on my back, on the ground, so that the pressure wasn't bad on either wing. It was the most comfortable for me. The chain when I slept like that was hung from one side of the collar, the lock on the other. So I wasn't sleeping directly on either. Be very uncomfortable if I did.

I did voice some concern about this to the family who kept me chained up. Even asking for release as I often do. Stating that if I was free, I wouldn't have to worry about it. I explained that all I would have to do is fly somewhere else that was warmer for me. The older male would maybe chuckle from time to time at my pleading but other than that, pretty well much ignored me. The other two also ignored me.

So I just plotted ways of figuring out how to maybe escape. I was hoping to do so before I was rained on or something even worse happened. That was not the case though.

Today started a little windier than it has been the past few days since I've been chained up. I could feel something was off right away after waking and having my morning flight in the wind. It wasn't difficult to fly in, just blew harder than before. Were also more clouds gathering in the sky above.

Once again I expressed concern when I was given breakfast. Least some response was given by the lady, who was the one giving me the breakfast today. She said it was going to be nothing more than just clouds and not worry about it. I tried to convince her that, given my own experiences with the weather, I knew differently. She just shrugged and left. Kind of starting to wonder if the man of the house told her not to let me go. I sighed and ate what I was given.

A couple of hours passed, was all alone now in the yard, pacing the length of the chain as I usually do. With the weather so far not having been anything more than breezy and cloudy, really wasn't much else.

Then, I felt it. The first raindrop. It touched my head. As I didn't feel another one for a good few moments, I thought it was nothing. Than another and another touched my head or body. And like how most rain storms happen, the rest just came along. Getting heavier and heavier till it got to a good amount coming from the clouds in the sky.

One thing this did do, besides being chilly, was to sort of wash dust and dirt from my form. I didn't have any way to bathe since I'm chained. And oy I stank. Guess little favors are a good thing, even if there is a downside to them. Still be nice to not have to worry about it though and wash on my own time.

The shower lasted maybe around an hour at the most. The main brunt of the rainstorm ended up going elsewhere. While it felt refreshing to some degree, I was soaked for a good while yet. While the water would drip away quickly from my skin, my wings would take a while to dry off. Given it stayed cloudy, that would be a while yet. Even on sunny days, it could take my wings upwards of an hour to dry off. I could fly with wet wings, I have done so a few times, having been caught in a storm. It was just something I prefer not to do cause it made my wings feel heavy and less responsive. I was always afraid of crashing.

Though at least the storm wasn't a thunderstorm, I hated those. Not sure how I'd react to a thunderstorm chained up. I'd likely go into a panic. I shuddered at the thought some, so thanked the stars that it was only just a rainstorm. And not a thunderstorm.

It pretty much stopped raining around 20 minutes before the lady of the house would get home. So when I heard the sound of a vehicle approaching, I really didn't think much of it at first. Didn't take long to realize that it was the sound of a truck. I couldn't get any indication of this though from where I was in the backyard. The house blocked my view of the front of the house.

The trust stopped in the drive but didn't get turned off. It was left idling. I heard a door open on the truck but not much else. Soon I put two and two together and figured it had to have been a mail guy or some other person with a delivery service. Either way, I tried to call out to get the person's attention. I figured if I could get someone other than the family to notice me, to see me... that maybe I could be let loose of the silly chain.

Either I wasn't loud enough or the stranger, who-ever it was, just ignored me. Either way, not more than maybe a few seconds of passing, I heard the truck driving away. I slumped over some and whimpered a little at this. But figured to make more of an effort next time someone was here at the house. I had to wonder what was left behind or maybe picked up but doubted I would ever know.

Later the lady of the house did come home and pretty well much things went back to the way they were before. Though there was no hiding the wet yard. Nor was there any hiding how wet I was, or at least how wet my wings were. The rest of me had dried off pretty quick. Maybe something would be done about me not having somewhere I could go to get out of the weather soon.... Maybe I'll be let go. Here's hoping.