Back I am from vacation, now on with Creation.
Cre·a·tion
[krēˈāSH(ə)n]
NOUN
the action or process of bringing something into existence.
synonyms: design · formation · forming · modeling
Rio tiredly trekked to his nest with Precious One, who had recently laid her clutch.
No... their clutch.
He returned and gently nuzzled her awake as he gave her the meat from Alpha. She chittered her thanks and love before turning into her belly and nuzzling the brood of eggs there.
He bent forward slowly and purred to the thin shells as his hot breath softly buffeted the second most important thing in his world.
He looked up to her and flexed his throat.
"When?"
His Alpha speech was still over exaggerated at times but just as clear enough to be understood.
He only used his Alpha sounds around her at the nest which stoked Echo's ego as much as her love for this male.
She purred and licked his cheek as she chittered in their tongue that it would happen when the young were ready to come out.
Loved One merely whined LIKE a hatchling as he turned to glare at the dozen eggs close to her belly and huffed at one unintentionally.
He didn't know if that was what the young chick needed to coerce it out from inside but in the next instant it twitched.
Rio froze as did Precious One.
Unknowing what he was doing, Rio curled around his family making a circle of heat with his mate as they looked down and watched as first one, then the others all started to wriggle and move.
Rio bent forward and purred encourangingly to his young as did Precious One while cracks were broken through and tiny cries filled the air for food.
Rio watched in awe as every last one of his young emerged from their eggs.
Perhaps it was his Elder Mother's influence but he threw his head back and roared up to the skies above.
His brood had survived. Every last one of them. His death may take him away, but all his young would have a chance at survival.
Echo shared her own cry with her Loved One, while keeping one eye on her young and the other on him. She'd seen him over the past moons; he was growing weaker.
Strength that he held once had since departed, he tired easier, and she feared for him.
She knew Alpha would never abandon him, it was simply how Alpha was. But seeing her Loved One waste away like this she knew he wouldn't last much longer.
Still there were moments where the sickening yellow stripe of scales that had appeared down his length would vanish and she was reminded of him as he was. This was not one of those times.
This was a new sight, this was a feeling that her Loved One could conquer the endless sleep. No, he would tear that opponent apart and he would come back and live out his life with her. She believed it with every last ounce of her being.
She believed.
Henry concentrated on the current liquid he was about to inject into the juvenile raptor the mercenary team had taken from Site B. The other had perished due to its metabolism consuming and exhausting all critical sources of fuel.
It had served its purpose however and now he turned his attention to the baying infant who had been injected with a metabolic boosting amplifier to simulate R-10's current condition. If this formula worked, then he would proceed to the fully matured raptors. More particularly, one of the males to see if perhaps it would work, or if a tweak in the formula was needed.
He tapped the injector a couple times to clear it of any air before pressing it into the tiny female in her left upper thigh.
She screeched louder than her prior squeals which could be compared to a mouse squeaking.
Henry just pulled off his gloves and with a command from his tablet he began recording this tiny lab rat.
He monitored her for the next several hours and smiled rather smugly to himself. He'd finally managed the perfect measurements for the dose, now he just had to adjust it accordingly for an adult male. He set an order for an intern to continue monitoring this and put in a call to Eli Mills.
It was time for their guest of honor to arrive.