I do not own Jurassic World.
Nearly came out of my seat a dozen times during the movie though.
Beta Blue
The manmeat looked good.
The manmeat smelled good.
The manmeat looked like food.
But moved like alpha.
Stood like alpha.
Made alpha sounds.
Not pack alpha sounds.
But alpha sounds nevertheless.
And clicking sounds.
Always clicking sounds.
The beta velociraptor had always seen this manmeat, smelled it, heard it, all its short life.
And learned to obey.
Because manmeat, this manmeat, was alpha.
To the beta raptor and her pack mates.
Other manmeats were not alpha.
Other manmeats were prey.
All moving things were prey.
Until a new alpha, much bigger and much stronger than any other, stomped out of the dense, dark forest.
This was the alpha they had been hunting, having tracked the scent of its bloody flesh.
And now found.
It towered over them, opened its bloody maw.
And spoke alpha sounds.
Real alpha sounds.
Pack alpha sounds.
To kill all manmeat.
And this beta raptor and her packmates obeyed.
All manmeat died.
Except for the familiar manmeat.
He escaped.
For now.
They obeyed the new alpha.
Until he hurt beta.
And then they turned on him.
And paid the price.
In the end, after the beta raptor stood with her enemy against the greater enemy and vanquished him, she went back, tracing the smell of the manmeat.
He was there, with more meat.
Alone.
Defenseless.
She drew down on them, all of them.
Manmeats and a female.
Slowly.
The cowering creatures behind the manmeat smelled of frightened prey.
They would taste tender and juicy.
She was hungry.
They would slake her bloodlust.
Then the manmeat drew himself up again.
The manmeat looked good.
The manmeat smelled good.
The manmeat looked like food.
But was alpha.
She stopped.
Manmeat was silent.
No more alpha sounds.
No more clicking.
But still alpha.
The beta raptor waited.
And remembered.
This manmeat.
Always there.
Always alpha.
And beta raptor waited for command.
As her reptilian-avian body vibrated and hummed with bloodlust for meat.
Any meat.
This meat.
Manmeat held her gaze.
She communicated without pack sound.
Eat prey?
Hunt enemy?
Follow alpha?
And the manmeat shook its head slowly, decisively.
She turned.
Released from alpha.
Released from mission.
Released from bloodlust.
And sped away into the waiting night.
The concept of Chris Pratt's 'Raptor Whisperer' is really far out there. I mean, they're frickin' raptors, man! But it was fun to watch anyway.
Yay, summer movies! I am having sooooo much fun!
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