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Private predator problems

Discussion in 'Centria' started by Blue, Jun 23, 2019.

  1. Blue

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    Date: June 12, Y108
    Location: The Ruby Ranch, Cadenza Expanse, Centria
    Tag: @The Governor

    The disaster that was Jurassic World had met the same ending as it had in her world, even if Blue did not understand wholely what that meant. All she knew, was that she was free once more.

    Having found her way off the island after being thrown into the sea - did you know raptors could swim? - she found herself on a vaster mainland, much less tropical and therefore less desirable, but novel and different.

    Curious and cautious, Blue spent days on end scouting the interior, moving away from the beach and farther inland, into the temperate forests where she could disappear into her surroundings.

    She became like a ghost, preying on large animals to fill her belly and then disappearing into the mists that clung heavily to the region. Humans, or anything humanoid, Blue avoided at first, not eager to go back into the cage so quickly, but days of isolation made her grow bolder.

    She grew closer to civilization, passing into farmlands with scattered woods, and that was where she came across a fenced in field, brown and white animals mulled about in the middle of it. They lowed deeply, and otherwise looked placid and complacent.

    Food. Playtime. Blue felt the urge to attack the things that were so docile. She ran out of the cover of the treeline, straight at the closest cow, who did not react fast enough to move away.

    Tearing and slashing, the creature was big enough to fill her desires to render, and when its cries died, she feasted. But she wasn't done yet. The rest of them milled about at the edge of the fenceline, confused, panicked, but locked in and unsure what to do, their instincts dulled by domestication. Blue spent the rest of the day, playing with them, and the fallen lay scattered around the field.

    Once the sun was high enough, Blue retreated back into the small woods she had popped out of to rest. Little did she realize, but her festivities would not go unnoticed or unacted upon...
     
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  2. The Governor

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    The Governor parked up by a rust speckled old Nissan, killing the snarling engine with a wrench of his arm. His people had set their vehicles up in a half moon shape around the open grassland, a livestock box in their line of view.

    They weren’t far from the field where he’d discovered the butchered bodies of his animals, the grass sticky with their blood. Biters had been his first thought after he’d gotten over his rigid, open mouthed shock. A whole herd of ‘em must’ve shambled through here and ripped his cattle to ruddy ribbons.

    But when he’d announced the grim news to his ranch hands, they’d spoke up about sightings of a dinosaur in the Cadenza. A goddamn dinosaur of all things. He’d bellowed and roared at ‘em, furious that they hadn’t brought it up before they’d lost a quarter of a year’s worth of cash. Morons with no foresight.

    “I hope this is worth the risk,” he rumbled at Domino, who was sat beside him, rolling cigarettes and then placing ‘em in a small tin. “If we lose anybody…”

    “It’s worth every drop of their blood,” he replied, his voice steady.

    Philip firmed his lips, stepping out the truck, then crouching behind the Nissan. Stewart Murdock was kneeling by the hood, his tranquilizer gun trained on a space by the livestock box. The rest of the Governor’s makeshift soldiers were likewise using their vehicles as cover and armed with tranquilizer guns.

    By the livestock box, a cow on a rope cropped at a tall clump of grass with its flat, slab-like teeth, oblivious that it was being used as bait. Philip was gonna make sure this was the last cow he ever lost to that goddamn thing.
     
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  3. Blue

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    Blue had spent the rest of that day, lounging around in the woods, but the next day, when she grew hungry again, she returned to the field with the fat, lazy creatures trapped in the pen. This time though, Blue sensed something different as soon as she stepped up to the treeline. She would have smelt something off miles back, but she was upwind from the field, so all she had was the visuals of car shells glinting in the sun.

    Humans.

    Now that she was closer, she smelled them, and something else, but it was blocked by the overwhelming stench of cow.

    Reptilian eyes narrowed as she stared out into the low grass, at the singular cow. An easy target that she would have jumped on, if not for the innocent, but yet ominous, presence of the humans.

    Although the cow was a priority, Blue went around instead of forwards into the field. She kept to the treeline until the woods peeled back and left just exposed rangeland behind. By then, she was at their 5 o'clock, so a little bit farther inland brought her uncomfortably close to the ranch, but downwind of the field. Approaching from behind, Blue eyed the trucks and those she could now see peeking out from their cover.

    A mean look crossed her face, with the limited range of expression that she had, as she picked up speed on the approach. She would deal with the humans first, then go after the cow. Her only warning was the hellish shriek that tore from her now open mouth as she jumped on one ranch hand, which at close range, could do nothing to with his gun to defend himself. Just the tip of her long, balanced tail was sticking out from behind the bumper, which was lucky because the sight would not have been pretty.

    When screams died into agonized groans of the mortally wounded, even her tail disappeared from view. Nobody would need to wait for long though, as a second later, Blue popped up onto the top of the truck, having abandoned her kill. She screeched a roar of challenge and looked for another human to pounce on.
     
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    A discordant shriek pierced the area, making the Governor jerk rigid. Yelps and whimpers rose up from his makeshift militia. The cries turned to one sharp collective gasp as a blur of fangs, claws, tough reptilian skin barrelled into one of his men. That was Dolan.

    Most of his people fired their tranquilizer guns in erratic unison, but their trembling hands and the curved bulk of Dolan’s Cadillac got in the way. Feathered darts sunk in the tires or bounced off bumpers and hubcaps, spinning and flyin’ wide of that jiggling lizard tail.

    The dinosaur sprang up on top of Dolan's Cadillac with another raucous screech. It had a long crocodilian snout full of bone rending fangs, each knobbly toe tipped by an eagle-like talon. Philip had a goddamn velociraptor on his land. With it stood on top of the truck, his small army had a good shot at its vulnerable neck and belly, but most of ‘em went and lost their heads.

    Some dived back into their vehicles with shrill wails and screams. Others took to animal form, birds flapping up into the crystalline blue sky. A horse streamed past him, showing the whites of its eyes and the pink red insides of its nostrils, hooves thundering against the hard ground. It was overtaken by a cheetah, while a couple dogs trailed behind ‘em, tails tucked between their legs.

    “WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?” the Governor roared after ‘em, burnin' hot and shaking with fury. His one good eye bulged in his skull, the sclera a wicked yellow. He glared through windshields at people cowering behind their steering wheels, making violent arm gestures at ‘em. “WE NEED TO DIG IN!”

    Baring his teeth, he whirled on Stewart Murdock, who hadn’t shifted or fled. He was plastered to the side of his beat up old Nissan, gawping at the monster that’d slaughtered Dolan. His tranquilizer gun lay uselessly at his feet. Goddamn cowards and morons.

    Philip snatched up the abandoned weapon. Clenching his jaw, he advanced on the overgrown lizard, taking steady, controlled shots at its throat, the gun uttering contemptuous little pops.
     
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    Blue watched as all of them ran. Her golden eyes fixated on each one as each one turned into an animal and ran off. That was momentarily confusing, as one second they had been humans and the next, odd creatures, but at least she had them all cowering or fleeing in fear.

    All, but one. The big, angry one missing an eye. She heard pops, felt pain across her neck as bullets nicked her, or else buried itself into her skin. Her head jerked back on an elongated neck and the sound of her stepping back once echoed from within the truck cab itself. She screeched at him in direct defiance and leapt off of the top of truck. No sooner as her feet hit the ground, then she took up, clawing fingers stretched out in front of her, ready to catch on to whatever she could grab.

    He wasn't far away, and her jerky, quick movements brought her upon him in a couple seconds. A short leap and she crashed into him, limbs from both sides flailing as she lunging her head down beneath her to bite, claws digging into fabric and skin.
     
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    He managed to hit the raptor with a couple tranquilizer darts, but hell knows how long they’d take to put it to sleep… That was if Domino had got the goddamn dose right.

    The dinosaur sprang off the truck, which sent it rocking back on its suspensions with groans and creaks. Philip wasn’t fast enough to dodge the hurtling lizard, which crashed into him bodily, sending him pitching to the ground. Those eagle-like talons of it pierced his chest, stomach, thighs, red hot slashes of pain making him bellow like a disemboweled bull.

    Its stony, hacksaw teeth descended on his left arm. He snatched it outta their way, though they still raked across his biceps, fireworks of agony bursting before his one good eye in blinding shades of gold and scarlet. Somethin’ warm began to seep into the gritty fabric of his shirt, his pants. He grimaced at the steel stink of his blood, hoping it wouldn’t drive the raptor into more of a frenzy.

    The Governor hefted the tranquilizer gun up in both hands, intending to press it lengthwise against the dinosaur’s long rubbery neck. He would then give himself a hernia, pressing down on the weapon in a bid to keep those jagged jaws off him. It was game over if they closed over a leg, arm, or his throat. He may’ve been stronger than a plain vanilla man, but this thing…?

    “C’mon…” he snarled raggedly between trembling teeth, willing the sedative to take hold.
     
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    In the tussle, one dart fell loose, but the other remained stuck in the leathery, reptilian skin, which she ignored. With her prey on the ground, all Blue had to do was keep him underneath her while she targeted sensitive areas. This was easy because she was literally holding onto him with clawed fingers. At this point, either she would rip something vital out, or he would die from blood loss, she didn't care. That plan was being tested via the furious struggle as the human man fought back.

    Blue tried to snap at his face, but her jaws snapped at air as something cold and metallic was shoved up against her trachea. She hissed, snapping harder and pushing back against whatever was blocking her from being able to finish him off.

    This human was stronger than any of the rest she had met, but he was not as strong as she. The more insistent she was, the closer her triumph would be. The feeling of intense focus was suddenly lost as an overwhelming sensation of nausea and confusion hit her. Blue made a noise that could be concern or confusion. She knew this feeling though, and what it preceded. Her attack slowed, and she lifted her head up and away as if sensing the inevitable problem.

    Blue took two steps off of him in an attempt to escape and then collapsed on the ground. A second later she fell into blackness enveloped her senses.
     
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    He bared his teeth, squinting his one good eye at the snapping jaws, the raptor's hot breath burnin’ his skin, the sour stink of blood and meat assaulting his nostrils. Before his arms could give out from pressing the tranquilizer gun to its thick throat, the creature made an unhappy sound and backed off him, collapsing on the ground. Finally. The dart had worked its magic on the beast.

    Hefting out a sigh, Philip picked himself up off the ground, trembling from blood loss and pain. One arm of his shirt was soaked in vivid red, where the raptor's primal teeth had raked his biceps. There were other vivid red patches on his chest, stomach, pants, the fabric torn.

    He stumbled drunkenly towards the overgrown lizard, glaring at the cowards who were still cowering in their trucks. Before he could bellow at ‘em, his vision narrowed into a pinprick, his head as light as a balloon. It must’ve come unfastened from his body ‘cos he flopped down on top of the raptor with a hard thud, unconscious from the life fluid draining outta his wounds.

    * * * * * * * * *

    “Was this worth my blood?” the Governor growled as he stalked into the research facility under the barn. He was faint and woozy, bandages bulging under his fresh shirt and pair of pants. The worst of his injuries burned like fire and acid, especially that bite to the meat and muscle of his biceps. His body had knit back together the lesser rips and tears before he’d even woken.

    Domino raised his head to smile coolly at him, the bright artificial light shining across the mottled green bruises across the bridge of his nose and gaunt cheeks. He was sat in a chair close to a metal cage that was big enough to hold a small pony, though not close enough to get grabbed by claw tipped hands. His black fedora and suit shone like the scales of a serpent.

    “Don’t talk too loudly, Patch,” Domino admonished him, grinning and giving him a wink. He had one leg crossed over the other as though this was a social event, a buncha rolled cigarettes on his lap. “You’ll wake up the precious little dinosaur and ruin her beauty sleep.”
     
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  9. Blue

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    Blue was pulled into consciousness by the sound of someone's cool voice playing in the background. It was muffled, like she was hearing it through a wall, but it grew clearer and clearer as the moments passed on. Her breathing remained shallow, having not stirred the whole time, and she made a conscious effort not to move so that they would think she was still sleeping.

    Blue felt tired, but she knew that was wrong. It didn't feel like how it felt coming out from being asleep. It felt like it did every time humans appeared, shot things at her, and she fell asleep.

    That was when she heard the other voice. The growling, commanding voice that grated on the inside of her skull. Her lip twitched and it was only until she heard it get within reach, that she suddenly stirred from her "sleep". Pulling herself up, sliding her legs up underneath her, she leapt, somewhat clumsily, straight at the man who wore the eyepatch.

    Unfortunately something hard got in her way and she crashed into the bars, bouncing off of them and tumbling back to the floor. She growled then, her face physically bruised, but also her ego. She was in a cage. Again. Another cage.

    Screaming her frustration, she attacked the bars again, clawed hands reaching out and trying to snag someone, but they were too far away. She backed up and glowered at them both, the man in the fedora, whom she didn't care for, and the angry man whose blood she could still smell. And taste.
     
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    The raptor lunged to its talon tipped feet, throwing itself against the bars with a hollow clang. Philip jerked rigid, his heart giving a sharp lurch. Huh. That was smart.

    He watched it struggle against the metal, his face cool, grim, dispassionate as though he was watching a dog choking itself on its leash. “You haven’t tried your magic potion yet?”

    “I needed her awake first,” Domino replied. Her? “There’s a high chance she might die from the solution. If she’s asleep, I won’t know whether she’s responding to it right.”

    “How the hell are you gonna administer it to that thing? It’ll tear your arm outta the goddamn socket,” the Governor scowled and shook his head. “Don’t even ask me to help. I nearly bled out back there ‘cos of this plan. And we lost a half useful pair of hands.”

    “Don’t worry, Patch. It’s my turn now.” Domino stretched languidly from his chair like a cat.

    Turning his back on him, the scientist dabbled at his workstation. Philip regarded him, silent and stony, his one good eye narrowed in suspicion and skepticism. Nobody would get close enough to use a syringe on that overgrown lizard. Its skin was probably too thick to pierce that way, anyhow. His best option was to fire another dart, this one full of his miracle drug.

    Domino swivelled back to face him, the Governor exhaling scornfully at the sight of a long wooden stick in his arms. He had a large chunk of steak impaled on one end. The meat had gone a dismal black, mottled drops of liquid trickling from one ragged end. It had a dirty, corrupted smell, like a body that was being slowly dissolved in a vat of acid.

    “You wouldn’t trick me with that even if it was a full moon,” Philip sneered through bared teeth. “You think that’s gonna work on your new guinea pig? It’s- She’s smart.”

    “Meh.” Domino gave a casual shrug, sliding the skewered meat between the bars and poking it at the scaly beast.​
     
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  11. Blue

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    Blue watched with distrust as the man-with-no-eyepatch strolled up to the bars with confidence. Her yellow eyes narrowed slightly and a low reptilian growl sounded in her throat in warning. A black piece of meat was shoved through the bars, and her nostrils flared in protest at the scent.

    Blue gave it one pointed look before her gaze flicked to the man beyond the cage. Then she lunged forwards. But not for the meat. For the pole. Grabbing the wooden pole in her jaws, she yanked it backwards swiftly, trying to pull the other man into the bars.

    Letting go just as quickly, she snapped them shut again: this time shoving her muzzle through as much of the bars she should so she could grab whatever she could.