There's quite a commotion going down in the marketplace, an uproar having emerged in a section of the open-air shops. Indeed, there's something of a small-scale panic happening, with several of Keeliai's inhabitants having been hurried away to be treated for some rather painful punctures on arms or legs. The cause of said injuries can be found in the middle of a few now-deserted textile stalls, the owners having decided rather wisely to give the incredibly stressed Velociraptor antirrhopus as much space as she demands.
Blue is scared. She doesn't know why she is here, how she got here, where here is. It's wrong, it's all wrong, there are too many smells, too many sounds, too many sights, all of them unfamiliar and strange. What's worse, though, is what's missing. The scent of the Alpha, familiar even in how he smells of prey yet isn't, the tang of blood from the battle against the White One, the smells of her sisters - they are not there, but they were, a moment ago. Everything changed suddenly, swiftly, and upsettingly.
She caws for her packmates, stopping to hiss a warning at any who dare approach her - she's bitten several braver souls already, and feinted at even more. At least one stall has been wrecked entirely in her frenzy, finely colored cloths strewn all over and shredded on sickle-like claws, and Blue has knocked several other goods to the ground. Every now and then her calls take a pause when she tries to bite off the strange band around her forepaw, the one of metal and set with a single stone. It's loose enough that it offers no constriction to her wrist, but not enough so that it can slip off.
It's just another frustration, another stressor, and after the umpteenth attempt to remove the offending object (numbers are meaningless to her), Blue lets the bangle drop from her teeth and finally screeches her fear-anger at it.
Her guard is lowered for the moment, and anyone brave (or stupid) enough to approach her won't be rushed.
Blue | Jurassic World | Spoilers for the end of the film | no one stopped me
Blue is scared. She doesn't know why she is here, how she got here, where here is. It's wrong, it's all wrong, there are too many smells, too many sounds, too many sights, all of them unfamiliar and strange. What's worse, though, is what's missing. The scent of the Alpha, familiar even in how he smells of prey yet isn't, the tang of blood from the battle against the White One, the smells of her sisters - they are not there, but they were, a moment ago. Everything changed suddenly, swiftly, and upsettingly.
She caws for her packmates, stopping to hiss a warning at any who dare approach her - she's bitten several braver souls already, and feinted at even more. At least one stall has been wrecked entirely in her frenzy, finely colored cloths strewn all over and shredded on sickle-like claws, and Blue has knocked several other goods to the ground. Every now and then her calls take a pause when she tries to bite off the strange band around her forepaw, the one of metal and set with a single stone. It's loose enough that it offers no constriction to her wrist, but not enough so that it can slip off.
It's just another frustration, another stressor, and after the umpteenth attempt to remove the offending object (numbers are meaningless to her), Blue lets the bangle drop from her teeth and finally screeches her fear-anger at it.
Her guard is lowered for the moment, and anyone brave (or stupid) enough to approach her won't be rushed.
[OOC: I WAS ENCOURAGED BY NUMEROUS PARTIES]