Isla Nublar, 2018, One Week Before the Rescue Opt
Mt. Sibo was getting angrier. She knew that for a fact. Mainly because herds of Gallimimus would trample through her territory, causing the Tyrannosaurus Rex, and other predators to try and follow after them.
Blue wasn't putting up with that anymore. Whenever a carnivore of other territory chased after the fleeing dinosaurs, she would jump out at them, screaming and roaring in anger until she managed to drive the strange animal away, no matter how risky it became.
She was almost always territorial and angry. It was a new personality trait of hers. She refused to let anyone pass through her territory, even the Tyrannosaurus.
Blue stretched out a leg, flexing her paws. Her injured arm healed rather well, which was a relief for her, as she needed both arms and paws to function properly to hunt.
She yawned, exhausted with her attempts to hunt and evade the larger dinosaurs' jaws when they came after the herds running through her territory.
The Velociraptor flinched when she heard the volcano rumble, more black smoke billowing from its top.
A few startled Dimorphodons screeched and chattered, flying off from their perches in trees above her.
She looked up at the fleeing dinosaurs, before several Compies ran out, shrieking and chirping.
She seemed confused. Why were they scampering about like maniacs?
She watched the smaller dinosaurs race off, and began to venture out farther towards the edge of her territory.
As soon as she reached the valley, she knew something was wrong.
Several herds of Gallimimus were sprinting around in front of her, squawking and screeching rapidly. They had banded together to create a bigger herd.
What type of predator were they trying to escape?
She watched the frightened animals, standing at the edge of the Gallimimus Valley, when the ground began to rumble beneath her feet.
She looked over her shoulder, wide-eyed, as a stampede of multiple dinosaurs began charging towards her.
She squawked loudly in terror, before sprinting off.
She had no idea what was going on.
Mt. Sibo rumbled loudly, more and more black smoke billowing from its peak.
The volcano was causing all the dinosaurs to panic and run, even some of the most deadliest of carnivores.
Blue weaved in and out from under the feet of Brachiosaurus, around Apatosaurus, and steered clear of the clubbed tails of Ankylosaurus, three species that were caught in the massive stampede.
Pteranodons swooped overhead, Stegosaurus, Gallimimus, and multiple other herbivorous dinosaur herds and families were broken up.
She looked back and forth, arms tucked close to her chest, feet kicking up chunks of dirt and soil behind her.
Up ahead, she heard the grunting and squealing of a Triceratops calf, which was running as fast as its little legs would allow.
A juvenile Allosaurus roared, taking advantage of the current situation to try and snatch a few unsuspecting herbivores off-guard as food.
Unfortunately, the mother Triceratops' horns speared the vicious predator before it could reach her baby.
The bloody body of the Allosaurus was quickly trampled to a pulp by the other, larger, dinosaurs' feet.
Blue yipped, jumping out of the way, when a galloping Baryonyx, who was clearly gravid, nearly crushed her tail under her feet.
The Velociraptor managed to catch herself before she tumbled over her own feet, and continued running.
Her tail whipped around frantically, as she attempted to avoid the fleeing dinosaurs. Her heart rose in her chest, the blood in her veins turning ice cold. She was scared. She was really scared. She had never been trapped inside a stampede before.
The thundering roar of the Tyrannosaurus Rex echoed behind her, as the bronze dinosaur stomped near the smaller carnivore.
Blue looked out towards a Gallimimus when she heard it scream and collapse to the ground. It frantically attempted to stand up, but it was quickly trampled to death by a fleeing Brachiosaurus.
The dinosaurs, in their attempt to escape, were killing themselves for freedom.
Blue didn't want to end up like any of the dead dinosaurs surrounding her. It was a very stressful moment for her, and the other surviving dinosaurs. Trying to escape a near-eruption was terrifying.
With the old Rex's hot breath on her back, the animal continued to keep a steady, fast, pace to avoid being trampled by the various prehistoric animals around her.
Blue looked up ahead, hoping to see any sign of freedom. Right ahead, was a treeline, blocked by severa fallen logs.
Protection.
A Stygimoloch bounded passed Blue, bleating in terror, as she avoided the larger dinosaurs as well. Her brown, tan, and cream hide was splattered with mud from the stampede.
As soon as the barricade of logs reached her line of vision, Blue veered off of the path of the stampede, racing towards the only form of safety she could find.
The Velociraptor jumped up onto a log before crawling under a branch, until she was shielded from the other prehistoric animals.
She panted, tongue hanging out of her mouth, head and tail hanging. She lifted her head towards the sky, looking up towards the clouds. Near the far side of the island, dark storm clouds started to take shape. There was going to be another big storm that night.
She snorted in irritation, looking around for any signs of the stampede. She couldn't hear anything, other than the loud rumbling of the volcano behind her, which was a relief.
The dinosaur padded away from her barricade, looking around, before veering off into the bushes, backtracking her way to her home.
~***~yenruoJ s'eulB~***~
Isla Nublar, 2018, Six Days Before the Rescue Opt
She was putting on weight. A lot more weight than usual.
This was odd to Blue, since she hadn't had a very good meal for a long while. She nuzzled her belly, which now had a strange, pinkish blush accented to it.
Although it might not have looked like she gained weight, she could tell she had from close inspection.
She sniffed her belly, before pressing her nose to it. She didn't feel anything strange, so why was she gainin weight?
She lifted her head when she heard a pain-filled bellow splitting the air. It didn't sound like anyone was injured, but she still wanted to find out who was crying out at this time of day.
She trotted away from her densite, pausing once in a while to sniff the air for any scents that seemed unfamiliar to her.
Another pain-filled cry met her ears, as she continued onwards, starting to reach the edge of the foliage, and the Gyrosphere Valley.
She stared out ahead at a Parasaurolophus herd up ahead. One of the females looked to be in a great amount of pain.
She was lying on her side in a rather large nest, protected by the rest of her herd. She bellowed again, tail flicking from pain. Her belly was incredibly large, almost as if she had eaten way too much food than usual.
Blue cocked her head, observing her and the herd's behavior.
They acted very overprotective of their member, as she lay on the ground, bellowing and groaning from pain. It was hard to get a clear look at what was happening.
She groaned and bellowed in pain again, before her head flopped down, her sides rising and falling slowly in relief.
The Velociraptor cocked her head, nostrils quivering. She caught a whiff of afterbirth, and eggs.
She had laid a clutch of eggs. That was the reason the herd was so protective of her. She was so vulnerable, any massive predator could pick her off, and the herd stood around her, protecting her.
A low groan caught her attention. The Parasaurolophus was still lying on the ground, weak and disoriented. Her eyes began to roll back into her head, as a male Parasaurolophus nuzzled her continuously, bellowing and mooing for her to stay awake.
The birth of her clutch was too much for a fatal respiratory affliction to take. She was dying.
The Velociraptor stayed put in the bushes, watching everything that was going underway. She was confused by the Parasaurolophus' mate's actions.
As soon as the rest of the herbivores heard the female's last, dying, breath, they split from her deceased body, and her egg clutch, which the male crushed and destroyed with his feet and beak.
Blue stepped into the clearing, head down cautiously, as she approached the dead body, and crushed eggs. She looked around, chittering, death talons tapping.
The Parasaurolophus eggs were infected with a disease called dinosaur brucelosis, a sexually transmitted disease that originated when males consumed infected meat or plant matter, and afterbirth.
Blue, unfortunately, didn't know that.
The dinosaur bent her head down, slurping up the yellow yolk from the crushed eggs, licking her lips, before digging her teeth into the dead mother's flesh.
She licked her lips free of blood, which still coated her muzzle. She licked her paws free of blood and shredded meat, like a cat cleaning its paws, before trotting off from her lucky meal, not before taking huge chunks of meat with her back to her densite. She would need to restock on it, anyway. She was running low on food, and she would need it for the rest of the week.
She padded through the thick underbrush, and towards her densite to store her meat cash. Her belly was extended from the pounds of entrails she gorged herself on. It was a very filling meal.
After chasing some stray Compies away from her meat stash, she stuffed her newest meal under the Ford Explorer, her nostrils flaring when she could smell the old meat stored inside the vehicle. She purred in her throat, pleased with herself for finding so much meat in her life on Isla Nublar.
When Mt. Sibo rumbled again, she flinched, curling up in a ball, her back pressed against the entrance of her storage bin.
She flexed her paws, eyes starting to flutter shut. She rested her lower jaw in between her arms, yawning. Her belly full, Blue stowed away to sleep on her lucky feast.
~***~yenruoJ s'eulB~***~
Lockwood Estate, 2018, Three Days Before the Rescue Opt
The Indoraptor, now almost three years old, slammed into the bars of his cage, muscles twitching. He gave a crooked hiss, his throat vibrating with the effort to make the sound, thunder rolling overhead.
He slashed his paw across the floor of his cage, death talons tapping. He lifted his head, peering through the bars of his cage with evil-looking eyes.
He was always furious at the humans, and how they treated him. All he wanted to do was see every one of them going through worse pain that he had ever endured.
He growled lowly, death talons tapping against the flooring of his cage, as he stared ahead at the deserted hallway, which he never paid too much attention to.
Now, as he continued to examine the area, he noticed a cage identical to his across from him, as well as several more built into the wall across him in a line. They were bigger than his cage, and able to hold dinosaurs roughly the size of a Tyrannosaurus Rex.
He pressed his nose in between two bars, nostrils flaring, trying to smell anything that wasn't human. Unfortunately, all he could smell were humans. Those blasted humans. Those greedy, selfish brutes who'd rather watch him die than care about his well-being.
And he assumed that the cages in front of his were meant for more creatures to torment.
He thrashed his tail, snarling at the absent humans, who were ambling around in the upstairs laboratory. He retreated to the far corner of his cage, lying down, snorting, before closing his eyes to sleep.
~***~yenruoJ s'eulB~***~
Isla Nublar, 2018, One Day Before the Rescue Opt
Blue yawned and stretched, her backside in the air before standing to her full height. She looked around her home to notice steam rising from the ground underneath her, due to the lava under the area around Mt. Sibo.
She looked up at the angry mountain. The dark smoke had now turned an ash black color.
The dinosaur snorted, before letting out a coughing bark. Her barking noises had become more raspy and cough-like because of the volcano's smoke.
She pawed at her stinging nose and eyes with her paws, chittering. She didn't want to leave the only home she knew since she was released from her paddock three years ago. It was the only place she knew that no other predator would try to claim or take away from her.
The Velociraptor trotted away from her home, sniffing the ground for any recent tracks created by prey she would most likely attempt to pick off with a swift close of her jaws, and a slash of her claws.
She trotted around her territory before the rumble of Mt. Sibo caused her to turn around, jumping on a log, to look up at the massive volcano.
She shuddered before turning around, running in the opposite direction of the danger. She had a hard time staring straight up at the mountain, especially considering that the sun was right in her face.
She looked up in interest at the Pteranodons soaring overhead, hoping they had found some food and were willing to lead her to something special.
She began to look around often, finding out that her area was mostly evacuated. Not very many dinosaurs were nearby. She could stretch out her territory as far as she wanted.
She dug her claws into a nearby tree and dragged them down until sap seeped out of the deep groves. She rubbed her throat onto the bark and sap, leaving her scent mark on the tree. This was her territory now. It was bigger than ever before.
She followed the Pteranodons to see that they were gathering around a watering hole to drink.
Blue liked to run through watering holes, and sending the pesky birds flying off every which way. It was fun to her.
She streaked ahead, roaring loudly, her feet kicking up chunks of dirt in her wake. As soon as her feet hit the surprisingly warm and murky water, the Pteranodons flapped their wings, squawking, starting to take off flying.
Blue watched them fly, jaws parted ever so slightly in a raptor-like grin, sides heaving, as she watched the flock scatter angrily.
She bent her head down to drink, disgusted at the warmth and salty taste from the volcanic ash and lava residing under the surface of the island.
The Velociraptor looked back to Mt. Sibo, chittering nervously. She was growing wary of her densite being so close to the base of the mountain. At the same time, she knew she wouldn't be able to move her Ford Explorer away. It was too heavy, and too big.
She looked over her shoulder, nostrils flaring, staring out at nothing. She turned around, padding off in the direction she was staring in.
She didn't understand what made her so interested in following the path leading to nowhere familiar she knew. Maybe the scent of rusted metal lured her away?
She knew the smell of metal, but rusted metal was strange and foreign to her.
She pushed through leaves, and underbrush, nostrils flaring, lips quivering, when she stepped into a clearing. A very familiar clearing.
Her old paddock.
The sun was slowly, very slowly, lowering in the distance, as the Velociraptor crept closer, head bouncing ever so slightly, as she crept along, claws twitching and flexing with the effort.
She gurgled, sadness swelling up inside her body. The sadness she felt when her packmates died. The sadness she felt when she witnessed Owen leaving her on the rescue copter.
The paddock was more worse than wear, as everything around and inside it was overgrown with foliage, the metal being choked with rust and greenery.
Her sadness was instantly replaced with curiosity when she noticed Owen's abandoned bungalow nearby.
Amber eyes focused onto the abandoned motorbike, with was nearly totaled by larger dinosaurs chewing or stepping on it, and the building itself was covered in rust and foliage.
Blue trotted towards the bungalow, jumping over the bike with ease. She eyes the door with interest, nostrils flaring. She began to approach the door, pawing at the door handler with her paw.
Click!
The door creaked open, revealing a musty, and very faint scent of her old caretaker.
The animal took a step inside the bungalow. Then another.
She looked around inside the area. It was very messy. Clothes were strung everywhere, empty tequila bottles rested on the counter, dusty photos rested on a coffee table, and flies hovered over a trash can.
The place was an absolute dump.
As she continued to explore, she felt glass crunch under her foot. She took a step back, looking down. She cocked her head before noticing a picture that had fallen on the floor, forgotten like all the rest of the junk Owen had left behind.
She squatted down on all fours, sniffing the picture. She sneezed at the thick layer of dust, shaking her head. When she looked back at the photo, she could see that it was a picture of Owen, sitting at a table, with her, as an infant, swaddled in a blue blanket, and snuggled against his arm, which was pressed close to her sleeping form. She had to be, at least, a day or two old.
The picture of her tugged at her heartstrings at how innocent and cute she was when she was small. But when her eyes drifted towards Owen's face in the photo,her eyes narrowed, and her lips curled back, revealing her needle-like teeth, one from the top and bottom row having been broken during a failed hunt. With a loud roar, she pounced on the coffee table, tail whipping around, smashing windows, and destroying a portable TV.
She trashed the entire, human, densite.
It made her mad. She hated seeing how happy Owen looked in the pictures. That facade that didn't truly express what he felt towards her.
Stuffing from bedding and pillows was scattered everywhere in Blue's wake, as well as broken glass and torn up pictures.
Her lips were curled back so far her pink gums were showing.
She felt a drop of water slide down her muzzle. Then another.
She pawed at her face in confusion. The drops were tears.
Dinosaurs didn't cry. They didn't have the ability to cry. But Blue did. Blue could cry. Just like humans, dogs, and elephants, she could cry.
She whimpered, pawing at her face again out of fear, but she couldn't stop crying. Tears rolled down her face, as she backed out of the bungalow in fear. She pawed a her face again, growling and whimpering, before taking off running into the foliage.
A/N: The scene between the Allosaurus and Triceratops was actually a scrapped scene from the movie. I've been mixing elements from the Jurassic World: Blue VR and the Dave and Buster's Jurassic World Experience for anything I felt was a good idea or wRoth it to be added. ALSO, I have a major plot twist I've had in my head for months that I'm excited for you guys to find out. It's gonna be introduced way later in the story, but the twist is as big of a twist of Mills stating that Maisie was cloned from Lockwood's daughter.