Post by Indominus Rex on Jun 27, 2015 3:55:00 GMT
Every day, like clockwork, the rising of the sun woke the Indominus rex.
It was not a subtle awakening. It was like a switch flipped. One moment she slept, the next she did not. Amber eyes snapped open as her head rose, the beast's great white body lifting slowly from her resting place. A deep rumbling growl bubbled up from deep within her throat as she shook herself, her tail slapping against the edge of her enclosure. Displeasure swept over her at the sensation, and she turned, head cocking to one side as she eyed the wall. It was tall, but then again, so was she. Perhaps if she could jump, or claw her way up the wall, she could finally see what was on the other side...
Hunger was a distraction, though, the sensation clawing painfully through her gut. Huffing, she turned away, footsteps soft despite her size as she padded through the dense foliage. Food would not come for some time, she knew that much, but that didn't stop the hunger. Raising her head, she scented the air, large nostrils flaring as she sought out any strange smells.
One of the Flying Beasts was nearby. She could smell it - and the moment its scent reached her, she laser-focused on it. Creeping near silently through the brush, she crept closer until she could see the Feathered Thing sitting in the tree. It was speaking, its song strange, and not for the first time, she was tempted to warble back. Her voice was not the same, though, and would scare it away.
Instead she watched. Waited. Her muscles coiled under her, waiting for release. And when the Flying Beast finished its song, she lunged. Leaping forward with jaws wide, she snapped them closed hard, teeth biting through the branch the Thing had been sitting on. She tasted no meat, though; it had evaded her. No, there it was - flying away. With a booming roar, she charged, taking off after it with reckless abandon.
She could see the Invisible Wall approaching, but she paid it no heed. The Pink Two-Legged Things always stood behind it, but it was weak. She had thought it invulnerable - up until she had cracked it last week. It had splintered like her first prison - the tight, warm one that she had first awoken in. Perhaps that was all this was, another prison to escape from. The urge to slam into the Invisible Wall again was strong, but she was no fool. She remembered what had happened last time. The Pink Things had hurt her.
So at the last moment, she halted, her snout stopping inches from the Wall. A heavy snort escaped her, fogging the clear section briefly before she turned and tilted her head so one massive eye stared through. It was hard, but she could see the other side. One of the Not-Females was there, as always, perched in its corner. From the faint sounds she could hear, it seemed surprised - and a pleased rumble escaped her at that. Curiosity had her waiting to leave, though. Would the Female One come again? She couldn't smell Her just yet, but She came often. She wasn't sure if she liked the Female or not, but that One hadn't hurt her like the Not-Females had. Maybe She was better...
It was not a subtle awakening. It was like a switch flipped. One moment she slept, the next she did not. Amber eyes snapped open as her head rose, the beast's great white body lifting slowly from her resting place. A deep rumbling growl bubbled up from deep within her throat as she shook herself, her tail slapping against the edge of her enclosure. Displeasure swept over her at the sensation, and she turned, head cocking to one side as she eyed the wall. It was tall, but then again, so was she. Perhaps if she could jump, or claw her way up the wall, she could finally see what was on the other side...
Hunger was a distraction, though, the sensation clawing painfully through her gut. Huffing, she turned away, footsteps soft despite her size as she padded through the dense foliage. Food would not come for some time, she knew that much, but that didn't stop the hunger. Raising her head, she scented the air, large nostrils flaring as she sought out any strange smells.
One of the Flying Beasts was nearby. She could smell it - and the moment its scent reached her, she laser-focused on it. Creeping near silently through the brush, she crept closer until she could see the Feathered Thing sitting in the tree. It was speaking, its song strange, and not for the first time, she was tempted to warble back. Her voice was not the same, though, and would scare it away.
Instead she watched. Waited. Her muscles coiled under her, waiting for release. And when the Flying Beast finished its song, she lunged. Leaping forward with jaws wide, she snapped them closed hard, teeth biting through the branch the Thing had been sitting on. She tasted no meat, though; it had evaded her. No, there it was - flying away. With a booming roar, she charged, taking off after it with reckless abandon.
She could see the Invisible Wall approaching, but she paid it no heed. The Pink Two-Legged Things always stood behind it, but it was weak. She had thought it invulnerable - up until she had cracked it last week. It had splintered like her first prison - the tight, warm one that she had first awoken in. Perhaps that was all this was, another prison to escape from. The urge to slam into the Invisible Wall again was strong, but she was no fool. She remembered what had happened last time. The Pink Things had hurt her.
So at the last moment, she halted, her snout stopping inches from the Wall. A heavy snort escaped her, fogging the clear section briefly before she turned and tilted her head so one massive eye stared through. It was hard, but she could see the other side. One of the Not-Females was there, as always, perched in its corner. From the faint sounds she could hear, it seemed surprised - and a pleased rumble escaped her at that. Curiosity had her waiting to leave, though. Would the Female One come again? She couldn't smell Her just yet, but She came often. She wasn't sure if she liked the Female or not, but that One hadn't hurt her like the Not-Females had. Maybe She was better...
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