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[miseryfated]

Charlotte didn’t know what drew her there, or why, and a part of her wished to remain ignorant. Charlotte was silent as shock bloomed inside of her chest once realizing this was no ordinary cage. Dinosaurs meant danger, and danger meant Ingen and possible capture. Yet no one seemed to be around, from what she could tell that was directly from Ingen. Maybe she was safe, if she had to transform into a raptor, they would probably think one of them escaped.

Slowly, past other visitors and security guards, Charlotte peers into the lush enclosure; laying eyes on the velociraptor before her. Footfalls seem to slow as the hybrid gains a healthy distance from the bars of the cage, wondering if that would have been her life. Only has she ever seen a live velociraptor through videos and mirrors, but never this close. Her shut jaws clench as Charlotte notices how quickly the teal raptor picked up her presence. Why would Ingen ever want this for war? 

“Hello.” Brows raise as Charlotte speaks, listening to the tone of the chitter and growls. Half of Charlotte wishes to response in the foreign language that the raptors had, but she remains hesitant as ever. A glance is thrown around to the bridges above the enclosure, and then back to meet the raptors eyes. A low rumble is emitted from her throat, a neutral greeting to the other, though not quite loud enough to freak anyone around her out. It seems the hybrid made her decision.

[veloxdelta]

The human greeting is a word that Delta recognized, but it confuses her. If this is just a normal human, why is that scent, the scent so like that of her siblings, coming off of her? Does she spend an exorbitant amount of time around other raptors, perhaps? Possible, but unlikely; the scent seems to be coming from her, not simply rubbed off on her.

Then comes the rumble, and if Delta’s eyes hadn’t been on her, she almost wouldn’t have believed that the noise truly came from a human form. It draws the raptor to a pause, makes her freeze and not move for several long moments as it all registers. This human--this being--can speak their language.

...Interesting.

Head canting to one side, tail swishing with interest, the velociraptor pads closer to the bars, her curiosity piqued even further now. Her jaws part and she breathes in stronger hints of the scent as she draws nearer before initiating further contact.

What are you? She chirrups, amber eyes searching those so-human ones watching her. If it’s true and this...thing...can communicate, there seems to reason to Delta why they shouldn’t talk. Discuss this bizarre situation.

[notatracker-deactivated20160908]

“I said ‘lock it up’. ”

He looked at the tag on the bear’s left foot once she finally handed it over, the space reading ‘if lost, return to Timmy’. He raised an eyebrow afterwords, his eyes narrowing down at the creature. Owen shook his head before putting the bear under his arm.

“If ya’ want one so bad, I’ll get ya’ your own.”

[veloxdelta]

Mouth shutting, Delta obeyed this time, lowering her head slightly. She didn’t want to lock it up over something like this -- a bear that some kid had obviously dropped, not caring enough to even notice and pick it back up.

At Owen’s next words though, she lifted her head, a gleam of excitement in her eyes.

           “...Really?”

Her own bear? It wasn’t often that she got her own things that weren’t necessities, so this was something worth getting excited over, in her mind. Something to be thrilled over, if he was serious.

[hcndler-archive-deactivated2016]

“Who do you think you’re foolin’?” 

Owen scoffs at her attempt to cover her tracks. No reasonable alibi, not evidence to the contrary, no one else in the freaking room–all he had to do was look at the scene and he knew. 

“Just…clean it up would you.”

[veloxdelta]

Well, she’d hoped she’d be fooling him.

Delta doesn’t move right away, instead remaining where she stands, arms folded over her chest. She doesn’t want to clean, she doesn’t want consequences to her actions. She’s part motherfucking dinosaur, shouldn’t that count for something? Like, getting out of cleaning up messes she made?

         “I don’t want to.”

She states simply, deciding to go the rebellious root.

[veloxdelta]

( whoops, I’ve been caught up on my other blogs the last few days

but I’m sitting down to get some replies out now, I think! )

[notatracker-deactivated20160908]

He had the other girls penned up- together, of course, they couldn’t be alone, but he needed some time to get to know them all on a personal level. It was a normal bi-monthly routine, nothing really out of the ordinary. Owen liked spending time with the girls one-to-one, building a special bond with each raptor. On top of that, if anything happened to Blue, they needed to take charge from him not just to follow her.

He pushed the clicker with his thumb three times, a hand holding out to give her something to pay attention to. “Hey there, gorgeous.” He dangled a large, fat rat between the rails. “Ready to play?”

[veloxdelta]

Oh, she was ready. 

The clicker had Delta’s attention honed even more sharply on the man on the catwalks above her, and her eyes came to focus on his outstretched hand. She was aware of the lack of presence of her sisters -- and aware of the fact that not long ago, she’d been penned up with just two others while the third was alone in the enclosure, just like this.

They were doing individual sessions, it seemed. Not something she wasn’t used to. And, honestly? She kind of liked them. They meant that she was the focus of attention, and Blue didn’t get more of the credit than the rest of them. Not that she didn’t care for and respect her Beta, but it was nice to get some attention now and then, too.

Amber eyes darting to the rat dangling above her now, Delta moved toward it, despite it being up far too high for her to reach. Her tail swished and her jaws parted with an eagerness for the snack.

[actionsnotvoidofmerit]

Alright, so the explosion was set off by him, but it was primed by none other than the fat bastard calling loudly through his abandoned radio - on the opposite side of the gate, no less - that there was a breach in Paddock 13. 

As his breath came back to him and his vision defogged, his eyes and system finally registered the gentle chitter - confusion? - that echoed through the smoky air, and his mind tied such a noise to none other than– 

Slowly, he raised himself - smoke burns, flame licks, and the occasional gash/scratch littered his skin, face mostly - and let his aching legs drag under him until he was sitting over them; to be more specific, he was ‘’kneeling’’, hoping the display would appear submissive to the slightly blurred Raptor. 

                                        “…Hey, Delta. Bet’cha don’t remember me–”

A cough here, a cough there, and words continued flowing, voice shaky and a tad gruff from the lack of clean air entering his lungs.

                                        “–but that’s fine. Nothin’ t’ worry about.”

[veloxdelta]

Delta’s head tilted further to one side as the man moved, raising himself up. She watched, still, as he shifted to a kneeling position, unsure herself of what to do. Most of her instincts were telling her to simply attack, or at the very least toy with the human, but the fact that he looked so distinctly like her Alpha held her back. Kept her from doing much beyond staring in confusion.

The voice was similar, too, but different in a way. Much in the way this man was similar, but different to Owen in appearance. His scent was much different, however. But this wasn’t enough for her to be certain that this wasn’t him. This could be some sort of exercise, or something.

Talons tapping the ground in thought, the raptor stood straighter as he remained kneeling there in front of her, peering down at him with a tilt to her head -- giving her a rather bird-like appearance. A rumble in her throat followed by a series of clicks were issued, and Delta stepped closer, leaning down once more to get her face closer to this man.

Again, she took in heavy sniffs, though the unfamiliar scent brought a slight snarl to her lips. She took no immediate threatening action, but she did continue to watch him very closely, the rumble returning to her throat, threatening to become a growl.

[wxrriorecho]

;; A wry smile shone in Echo’s eyes then. Leave it to Delta to come to the beta’s defense. But, it was to be expected. She was second in command because Blue trusted her and knew she would always receive her support, which made Echo wonder why Delta had become fond of her in the first place. Shouldn’t she be blindly following Blue’s orders and hating those that dared to go against her? 

The young raptor didn’t understand it, but was nonetheless grateful for it. 

You and I both know that she’d have a lot less to worry about if I was gone… The bronze raptor glanced off to the side before huffing. Subconsciously, she pressed her body against the bars and inhaled Delta’s comforting scent. But, enough about that. Since we cannot all sleep together tonight, I want to hear your voice. 

What new stories has Barry told you? 

[veloxdelta]

Don’t talk like that. Delta’s churring was demanding then, and she gave the younger raptor a harsh look. None of them would have less to worry about without any of the others--they were a pack, and even if they had their issues, they would always be close and each one was important in their own way.

Sniffing a little in mild unwillingness to suddenly change the topic after a comment like that was made, Delta did, however, allow it. Expression softening again, she swished her tail and shifted her stance, pushing her muzzle through the bars of the cage to give Echo a comforting nudge to the flank.

Nothing much, she admitted--but it was sometimes hard to understand what the humans were saying. At least, it was for her. Maybe some of her sisters had an easier time of it. Some stories about when we were younger, and how we used to play with one another. I believe he mentioned you were always one to challenge Blue, whether in game or not.

Amusement flashed in the biped’s eyes as she pulled her face away from the bars, looking to meet Echo’s gaze.

Always the rebellious young one, you’ve been.

[notatracker-deactivated20160908]

“Lock it up.” He commanded. “Just because someone left it, doesn’t make it yours. I’m pretty sure there’s a kid looking frantically for their teddy bear. Hand it over.”

[veloxdelta]

           “It’s not my fault they didn't care enough to not lose it in the first place...”

It comes out in a mutter, followed by a soft and frustrated hiss. She doesn’t want to give the bear up, she wants to keep it--but she hasn’t got much choice in the matter with the way she’s being demanded to give it back. And by whom she’s being demanded to give it back.

          “Fine.”      But Delta falls into something of a pout then as she holds the                            bear out for Owen to take away.

[betaxecho-deactivated20151220]

@veloxbeta

@there-is-blood-on-my-hands

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@raptxrsquad

“I know what you’re thinking so you might as well say it–” she muttered, ruffling her hair a little frustratingly at the figure in front of her as a slight smile spread across her lips. Not that Echo had any physic powers, no matter how much she wished she did, but she could tell that they were thinking or saying something about her inside that little head of theirs. Something inside her could just feel it.

[veloxdelta]

          “That’s a neat trick.”

Delta teased, head tilting slightly to one side. How could Echo know what was going on in her head? It might seem like she was thinking one thing, but really, she could be thinking something entirely different. All the same, it was something that Delta liked to do -- tease her siblings a little here and there.

          “Then please, tell me what I’m thinking. If you already                                           know, there’s no point in me saying it, right?”

[notatracker-deactivated20160908]

“Do I look like I’m joking? Hand it over.”

[veloxdelta]

          “Why? It wasn’t being used. Someone left it                                            here. That makes it mine now.”

[raptxrsquad-archive]

                a P O P sounded as her gum bubble bursted.             she resumed chewing as she thought over her sisters             idea.

                           “ won’t she get angry and try to kill us tho? ”

[veloxdelta]

          “Probably.”

She nods, a smile appearing across her lips, as though she’s amused by the idea.

          “But that’s the fun part, right?”

[veloxdelta]

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It’s been a long, boring day, and Delta’s tired of waiting around for something exciting to happen. Tail swishing wildly for a moment in frustration, she turns on her heels and stands straighter, head held high as she searches for a moment. She’s seeking out one of her sisters -- any one -- and it’s not long before her amber eyes lock on to one.

Dropping back to her usual stance, the raptor makes her way over casually, talons tapping at the ground as she walks, a sign of utter boredom. As she approaches, she makes a series of chirps at the sibling to catch their attention and, possibly, see if they’re as bored as she is.

[veloxdelta]

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It’s otherwise a quiet morning, but for the footsteps Delta hears. She pauses in her movements, still somewhat groggy from sleep, and listens. They sound human, that’s a certainty, which leaves the raptor tempted to pay no mind. She’s more used to humans wandering the area than in the past; ever since the park reopened, the raptors have become one of the exhibits. Being ogled is no longer something that bothers to gain her attention, unless there’s an unwitting hand slid between the bars of the cage.

Resuming her pacing, the velociraptor sniffs around casually, searching for leftover morsels of food from the day before. Instead, however, she picks up a different scent. One the wind is blowing her way. One that seems to be coming from the direction of the footsteps. It should be of no interest, it should be human scent, but this... There’s something different about this one. Something familiar.

Lifting her head, Delta turns in the direction of the approaching figure, a curious noise rising from her throat. The scent smells human, but it also carries the scent of a raptor. Odd for many reasons, but namely in this moment because it’s an unfamiliar raptor scent -- and it’s coming from outside the cage. A low, territorial growl is issued, and yet, the velociraptor begins carefully approaching the edge of the enclosure to check things out.

[veloxdelta]

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           “I didn’t do anything! I swear!”

Delta pulls what’s supposed to be an innocent expression, but there’s still just a hint of a mischievous smile quirking at her lips. She’ll deny it, but she’s totally the one who made the mess in here.

            “It was like this when I got here.”

[veloxdelta]

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Aware of the sounds of feet one the catwalk above the enclosure, Delta’s attention turned upward. Usually, that noise meant food. Well, it meant training, snacks, and then probably a meal, but whatever the case, it caught her attention quickly.

Lifting her head to peer upwards, she caught a glimpse of Alpha and immediately her interest was sharpened, honed in on him. Tail swishing behind her, the raptor turned in place, following where he walked, her eyes trained on him. Something was going on, for sure, and she was interested to see what.

[veloxdelta]

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          “Don’t even joke about that. It’s not funny.”

[veloxdelta]

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          “I’m bored.”

Delta murmurs to her sister, not as a complaint but rather as a simple statement.

          “Should we go scare Echo again?”