Sorry this took so long, life got in the way as well as a shitty laptop.

But, enough about that, LET"S GO!

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Year six dragged on and Roxie soon had the chance to prove her crown when several problems arouse.

The first being too much space.

Since this was a safari-style park instead of a zoo, the dinos had bigger paddocks covered in foliage. This wasn't good when combined with a limited viewing space. Roxie had a decent amount of time bonding with Rexie, but even she didn't always know when tours would be.

The second was the raptors.

They had not calmed down after moving out of the Welcome Center and her coronation. If anything, they just got worse. John tried to calm them down, but the sandy-haired girls just snarled.

Yes, snarled.

They never spoke, only made sounds.

Originally, they would have been moved into a large paddock for jeep tours along with a few other carnivores. However, they decided they wanted to bang the fences and look for weak spots. After that, they were going to be moved to their own enclosure. However, in the week that followed, something happened…..

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It was a normal day for her – wake up, eat, dress and play with Rexie. Today, though, something felt off.

"I wonder what's wrong. It's normally never this quiet." She said to Rexie as they patrolled the borders of the paddock. Rexie just huffed before noticing something and taking off.

"Woah! What's going on?" Roxie yelled, hanging on to Rexie as she charged elsewhere. They reached the far east wall and Rexie stopped. Roxie reoriented and looked around, only to glance down.

Bodies. 5 bodies lying at the base of the wall. Roxie slid down Rexie's tail and approached the bodies, her bare feet squishing in their blood. She was disgusted when she saw the curved slashes, indicating that the Raptors had done this. But the sandy hair confused her. Who had been killed? Roxie steeled herself and took hold of the body, rolling it over.

The breath was stolen from her lungs.

The face was that of the youngest raptor girl. Slashes covered her face, neck and … oh god… her stomach was slit, spilling her guts. Roxie backed up, gagging before mounting Rexie and urging her in the direction of her small house.

John had to know.

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That had been three weeks ago. Once she'd told John, they started moving the remaining three raptors were moved into a small pen, heavily guarded, one at a time. A week ago, the oldest raptor had attacked workers moving her, killing one.

After they had been moved, she went to visit them to hopefully get some answers on what they had against her. Boy, was that a tense visit….

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She walked into the enclosed viewing area connected to the raptor pen, staring into the foliage. She waited a few minutes before sharply rapping on the glass. The foliage shifted and two raptors appeared, wearing torn tan pants with brown crop tops and fully-loaded backpacks.

She approached the glass and they bowed to her. When they rose, they looked so frightened. She smiled at them and they seemed to calm down…..Until a snarl rang out and they cowered in fear. The last of them appeared, knife held out, glaring at her pack mates for what they had done. They were so frightened that she sent them running.

Pleased, she turned her gaze toward Roxie, daring her to attack. Roxie stood her ground.

Seconds passed.

Then minutes.

Finally, Roxie realized this was going nowhere and left, amidst snarls. Roxie smiled, knowing she had won the battle.

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Now, Roxie wondered if anything would change as she lay on her bed. Suddenly, she heard gears moving and a TV alerted her to movement.

That's odd she thought. Why is there a goat in the pen?

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Sorry this took so long, but things are getting good.

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