Hello Fanfiction! This is my first ever story on this site, and I'm really excited to be here, finally! This is, if you couldn't tell, a Jurassic Park fanfic, taking place on Isla Sorna, following a wild pack of Velociraptors there. Wait, don't click that "comment" bar already! I know JP's raptors are inaccurate, but they're interesting to write about, especially because of their intelligence. Constructive criticism is appreciated, malicious comments and spam is not. And sorry for the short chapters, but I think I'm going to keep them about this size. Quality over quantity, am I right?
A storm was coming.
Streak had a bad feeling in his gut. Something bad was coming, and it was big. Bigger even than Fierce One, with his commanding sail and jaws. It was about to arrive, and shake the very earth of Isla Sorna.
Streak bounded through the underbrush, darting past small shrubs and stirring leaves as he flew past.
He had to warn the pack.
Streak was part of a wild pack in the Northwestern half of the island, and ever since he had broken free of his small cage, he had been pursued by the No-tails. He was a part of a strong pack now, though, and could usually keep them at bay when they encountered them.
Usually.
His pack consisted of seven, including himself.
-Summer, the youngest of the pack, was a female colored light cream with soft markings on her scales that reminded Streak of damp, cool earth. She enjoyed roughhousing once in a while, and was excellent at stealth. Summer had been the last raptor to break free of the No-tail's deceptive lair, and was the most dumbfounded by the expansive world outside of the walls. She had always retained that childlike sense of wonder and curiosity.
-Fuego was the Alpha of the pack, as well as the most protective of it. His scales were a deep green, and had a thick stripe of red down the middle of his back, bordered by white on either side, so vivid it made him nearly impossible to blend in with the bushes around him. The quills on his head were, like all males, alternating between black and white. Streak remembered how he had naturally took the lead in the pack, and no one had questioned his authority. Except...
-Lilac was the only raptor ballsy enough to challenge Fuego. Early on in life they had fought a lot, each straining to one-up the other in a battle, but now they had a wary sense of peace and respect toward one another. They did still occasionally fight, Streak reminded himself, but times were more relaxed now then they had been before. Although they both had walked away with scars, Lilac's were more noticeable on her smoky tan scales, accompanied by dark brown splotches the color of rough bark.
-Archi, another male raptor, was the most cunning and quick-minded. Though slightly lacking in brute strength, he always seemed to know just where to slice with his sickle claw to get the cleanest and fastest kill. He also aided in planning the pack's movements, keeping track of the No-tails, and remembering where hunting grounds were. He was friendly, but stubborn, and refused to acknowledge the notion that his idea was wrong, because it was usually right. He was colored very strategically, as if he picked out his own scales to camouflage him before birth, with light green and pale colors, and faded red and cream striped from neck to tail.
-Eri was the attentive seeker, and nothing got past her silvery scales. She was a bit hyperactive, but was fun to be around. Eri would get restless without something mindless to do, like run laps around the nest grounds or hunt pretend prey. She was very fun to race, and while she wasn't the fastest raptor in the pack, she had plenty of stamina that helped in long chases.
-Chula was Fuego's Beta, and the quiet one in the pack. She wasn't shy by any means, and would be the first one to bare her teeth to protect the pack, but was usually elegant, reserved, and thoughtful, the water to Fuego's fire. Chula was even colored to suit the description, as her scales were a milky, almost bluish color, like a calm stream, with gray markings like smooth stones.
Streak himself was vividly light green, with no red in his stripe. Instead, it held an almost faded brown, and light cream borders. He was passionate about his pack, loved to race, and was the fastest raptor. He really looked up to Fuego, but was on rough territory with Lilac. Streak often played practical jokes on his other pack members because he yearned for excitement.
Well, he was about to get his wish.
Because a storm was coming.
Hah, hah! You thought I forgot the disclaimer! No, I don't own Jurassic Park, Jurassic World, Jurassic park 3, or any of their characters. I do, however, own Streak, Chula, Eri, Archi, Fuego, Lilac, and Summer. Tread carefully, guys! I'm not sure when I'll add another chapter... Soon, hopefully! Sorry if there were any sneaky typos I missed!