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Artfight attack! This one's for TrexQueen I'm Team Wither this year! COME FIGHT ME
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[ArtFight] TrexQueen
Artfight attack! This one's for TrexQueen I'm Team Wither this year! COME FIGHT ME
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#trexqueen #gay #pride #prideMéxico #cdmx #technicolorrex #orgullogaymexico #me #gpoy
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Blue doesn’t find the old Rex immediately--she has the deaths of her sisters to mourn, first, and she loses time waiting on her Alpha (who she had assumed would collect her when she was finished licking her wounds, and his absence hurt worse than the injuries Indominus had inflicted).
She spends a few days wallowing in her despair, mustering a surprising amount of drama for an animal that had no real concept of the word, but it does dawn on her eventually that she’s not nearly as alone as she thinks she is. The Rex had been willing to form an alliance, however temporary, and she was injured, now, easy to track, her blood splashed all along the forest floor in a convenient trail.
She’d need help. The question was whether she’d be willing to accept it. Blue has a plan, though (like any raptor worth her salt would), and manages to bring down a baby triceratops, one of many now wandering the island pitifully and aimlessly since the park’s downfall. She’s lucky the little ones haven’t been found by the adults, or she’d never have managed to get ahold of one, but as things stand, she half carries, half drags the hefty meal to where the massive carnivore is currently resting.
Blue doesn’t bother with stealth--by raptor etiquette, it’s impolite to sneak up on something you weren’t going to eat, unless actively engaged in play. The raptor makes quite a bit of noise as she plows through the underbrush, coming to a halt the moment she’s within the larger animal’s sight. Letting the young triceratops’ corpse fall to the ground, she offers a cautious greeting, a soft, trilling coo.
(( I owe responses to trexqueen and @rulers-of-nublar-and-sorna which I will do tomorrow because I am officially beat! Night y’all