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@fellfossil
The Indoraptor understands human language - it seems that the thumbs weren’t the only result of the [REDACTED] DNA being used.
It’s not a clear understanding, mind. He couldn’t form a sentence - much like a dog, he’s picked up bits and pieces - food, human, that sort of thing. But he also understands those words relation to other words - ‘withholding food’, for example, is different to ‘food’.
for @jundeccentmil
The sea lapped gently at dark scales, and a fiery red eye blinked into focus. The Indoraptor snorted gently. The last thing he remembered was hurling himself off the human’s vessel, and ending up in deep water. He’d thought he’d had it, but... Here he was. Not dead. Although he wasn’t sure there was a part of his body that wasn’t currently aching like he’d been trampled by a triceratops. But at least that meant he’d made it through with all of his parts intact.
When he ached a little less, he’d need to find something to eat. But for now he couldn’t imagine moving himself even if the blue monster herself was bearing down on him.
I’ve got a whole lotta muse for dino-boy, but not a lot of idea on how to get him to meet people, so if you’d like me to swing by for a plot, give this post a like/reblog!
fossilsandfeathers:
The creature’s reply spiked Thomas’ intrigue even more. It had spoken in typical raptor-tongue, but its tone was deeper than that of an average male raptor (even the larger, featherless raptors didn’t sound that deep), and the words (if you could call them that) were weirdly garbled, as if by a foreign accent.
Slowly, cautiously, Thomas approached the tree line, holding his head low in what any common raptor would recognize as a submissive, non-threatening posture.
“Sorry, I’m having a wee bit of trouble understanding you,” he chittered back, trying his best to mimic the creature’s odd dialect. “If you said what I think you said — that is, if you really don’t mean me any harm — then why not come out and introduce yourself properly? Let me get a good look at you?”
Well, if that’s what it wanted him to do.
The hybrid crawled out from the safety of the shadow with his head bowed in an elegant curve. The branches parted as he passed, and if he felt them as they whipped back onto his flank, he didn’t show it.
Instead, his attention was on the smaller dinosaur. It was very different to the last one. She’d been scaly like him. This one looked more like a bird. Curious.
He brought his head closer, slowly, jaw clamped firmly shut. It was harder to make sense of scents like that, sure, but he figured it was worth it to not frighten this new, interesting creature.
Samantha Schutz, You Are Not Here
If my Muse was a Deity, what Offerings Would you Leave at Their Shrine?
My muse will react to whatever items you leave for them
A creature of the future, made from pieces of the past. Ladies and gentlemen, please be warned. This is the perfect blend of the two most dangerous creatures that have ever walked the earth.
We call it…The Indoraptor.
my words are sharp but my teeth are sharper better watch yourself, sweetheart
There’s A Good Reason There’s Blood On My Hands
What is the 𝕓𝕠𝕕𝕪 𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕥?
I’ve lost track.
satan is here~
GENERAL
“Can you walk?”
“How did this happen?”
“What the hell happened?”
“I hit my head.”
“Did you hit your head?”
“Can you hear me?”
“Don’t close your eyes, stay awake!”
“Come on, stay with me!”
“No no no no no!”
“You shot me!”
“I didn’t mean to shoot you!”
“You stabbed me!”
“I didn’t mean to stab you!”
“Take the knife out!”
“Don’t take the knife out!”
“It was an accident!”
“That/this wasn’t an accident!”
“That looks broken.”
“I think my leg/arm is broken.”
“That doesn’t look good.”
“Am I going to die?”
“You’re not going to die!”
“Calm down!”
“Don’t panic!”
“I can’t help you if you don’t let me!”
BLOOD
“Are you bleeding?”
“Don’t move, you’re bleeding.”
“Is that blood?”
“Whose blood is that?”
“That’s a lot of blood.”
“Do you know how to get bloodstains out?”
“Why do you know how to get bloodstains out?”
“Damn, I got blood on my shirt.”
“Don’t move, you’re losing blood!”
“I won’t let you bleed out!”
“You have blood on your face.”
“I swear to god, if you get blood on me…”
“What’s your blood type?”
“Why in the hell would you need to know my blood type?”
WOUNDS
“That cut is nasty.”
“You have a massive gash in your arm/leg!’
“Don’t touch it!”
“Don’t move, you’ll only make it worse!”
“I’ll get some bandages.”
“You’re going to need stitches.”
“That looks infected…”
“Did you get bit by something?”
“There’s no exit wound, the bullet is still in you.”
“There’s an exit wound, the bullet went through you.”
AFTERCARE
“How are you feeling?”
“How does it feel?”
“It’s still not healed, but it’s getting there.”
“Let’s go home.”
“I just want to go home.”
“Let’s get you into the bathtub.”
“We need to change your bandages soon.”
“Get some sleep, okay?”
“You need to eat something, you’ve been through a lot today.”
“I’ll check up on you in a bit.”
“You’re going to be fine. I promise.”
fossilsandfeathers:
Thomas was busy picking the last few fly-covered bits of flesh off a dead lizard when he noticed the distant squishing-snuffling sound. Footfalls. Something was making its way through the forest. Coming his way.
The hackle feathers around the velociraptor’s neck flared tensely. He forgot the rest of his meal, and sniffed. Strange. He raised his snout as high as it would go, and sniffed again loudly, evaluating the scent-rich air. He recognized the smell of what was both definitely a raptor — and definitely not a raptor. Very strange indeed. He struggled to interpret the mixed signals. Whatever kind of animal this intruder was, it had almost arrived. He couldn’t see it yet, but he could sense it lurking in the trees just beyond the forest’s edge.
“Hello?” The raptor’s voice was high. Not quite an alarm call, but not quite an invitational trill, either. “Is someone there?”
The Indoraptor resisted the urge to flatten himself into the foliage. To breathe slowly until the prey had forgotten its alarm. This wasn’t hunting. That wasn’t prey. What it was remained to be seen, but he wasn’t going to find out if he just tore it to shreds. Instead, his lower jaw shivered as he chittered out a reply. He wanted to tell this creature that he wasn’t a threat. He wasn’t here to fight. He wanted to, but he wasn’t entirely sure he was making the right sounds - the only other Velociraptor he’d had the very dubious pleasure of meeting had really only wanted to scream at him for trying to eat her pack. Not a whole lot of time to correct his pronunciation.
My muse is starving! What will you feed them?
Send one in to see how picky my muse is when hungry!
‘cause i’m a FUCKING MESS sometimes
There’s a lot of mistakes here. Messed with the colors. Im tired goodnight yall
Who’s a pretty boy?
