Happy Father's Day!
I apologize for any grammar/spelling errors. I hate proofreading :D
The pair were no longer alone.
They were no longer a pack of two.
Not with the three large pearls that were nestled within the heart of their lair, safe and guarded when pressed flushed against a parent's warm belly.
In many aspects, life had returned to a form of normalcy.
In many aspects, however, life had not.
The eggs were never left unguarded, and one partner was always left to remain behind within their cabin.
For the Indoraptor, some things did not change.
The obsidian scaled hybrid was still hunting and providing food for himself and E, but at the same time, he had also undertaken new responsibilities.
Responsibilities that were governed by instinct, and thus, actions that the Raptor kin did not understand.
Actions that the Indoraptor would never understand.
Actions like tending to the nest and cleaning out the old bedding materials whilst E slept.
Actions like checking upon the eggs, inspecting each one of the three, quills raised and eyes alert, even when they were nestled under the red female's belly.
Actions like taking his place upon the nest, and trading placing with his smaller mate in taking egg duty.
The Indoraptor noticed quite the change in himself.
He was caring more.
Fretting more.
Worrying more.
But it was the good kind of fretting and worrying, and not the bad kind, when he was within his cage in the dank dark. A cage that was far too small for a creature his size.
Something that was more different than the anxiousness that was present when E was sick, and in pain.
It was something different.
Excitement, perhaps?
But not the excitement he felt fighting, or hunting, or mating.
It was a feeling of a different excitement.
Of...Something, that the male was unsure of.
But despite the onyx and gold hybrid not understanding why he did the things he did, the things his instincts were telling him to do, he was quite content with his new life.
Both he and his smaller mate took turns sharing the burdens and dangers of hunting, as well as the well deserved respite of returning to their nesting ground.
But whenever his mate left, there was worry.
Worry that if E ran into danger, and was injured-or worse-hunted by a larger predator herself, that he would not hear her.
Would not hear her cries for aid.
Thus, as the moving sun cast moving shadows that crawled and crept along the scratched and damaged wooden floors through grimy windows and holes within the decrepit roof, the Indoraptor began to worry.
The obsidian hybrid's amber eyes darted back and forth as his head swiveled, neck craning to look down below. Watching the shadows creep and skulk along aged wood. His pupils narrowed into thin slits, as his golden, piercing gaze moved from the accursed shadows, to the door he knew E would enter through.
Hoped E would enter through.
E left quite a while ago, if the passing of the light and shadows was any indication.
Far longer than they passed in the female's previous outings.
The hybrid shifted from his perch, powerful legs rippling and tensing, body rocking side to side as he sought to still his restless body. Sought to soothe the cramps within his legs from remaining at his prolonged station. He needed to move, to stretch his limbs.
To release energy.
To not be so damned bored.
To not be so damned worried.
Once more, the Indoraptor glanced below the loft, and to the broken doorway. His ears honed in, focusing upon hearing the approaching patter of taloned feet against the ground, laden with grass and fallen leaves. His nares flared, focusing upon detecting the all too familiar scent of his companion.
He heard nothing.
He smelled only the remnants of E's presence.
Once more, the Indoraptor shifted.
And then rose upon his hind legs, joints popping and cracking, clawed hands scratching his snout and head shaking. His neck craned, and lowered to look upon the three large eggs that lay within the nest of old bedding and trampled blankets.
The male then moved, and lowered himself to all fours as he skulked off the nest.
Circling, circling, circling, 'round and 'round the loft. Killing claws clacking and nares flaring, briefly inspecting the eggs as he circled.
It was an attempt to move, to release his pent up anxiety and energy.
An attempt to not be so bored, and worried.
At attempt to do something.
If the nest were not so tidy, the Indoraptor would be content to play with the bones of prey scattered about.
Alas, E was rather prudent upon ensuring the cleanliness of their little loft.
Thus, the Indoraptor resumed his circular pacing, huffing and hissing in frustrated breath. His eyes flicked from egg to egg to egg-and then rock.
Slowly, little by little, his circling ceased, and his serpentine gaze fell upon the rock nestled within the nest. His clawed fingers drummed in thought against the floorboards, head cocking to the right as a guttural noise riveted form his striking throat.
The rock was clutter, was it not?
But it was E's rock.
E's rock, that she treated like one of her eggs, even before she had eggs.
But it was not an egg-it was a rock.
A rock that needed to be removed.
Because a rock was not an egg.
Because a rock was something to blow off energy with.
An excuse to do something-anything-to move.
Thus, slowly, little by little, the black and gold hybrid's clawed hand stretched forward, carefully, cautiously moving passed the pearl hued eggs. His taloned fingers raked and gripped the smaller rock, strands of fabric and bedding clinging to his claws as he pulled, and removed. The obsidian beast twirled his scaled wrist to inspect the rock held within his gasp, nares flaring. He turned it. Then turned it some more. Then turned it again.
Inspecting, observing.
And then he dropped it, and allowed it to thud onto the floorboards, and roll away.
A clawed hand then gave a fierce swat, causing the rock-child to roll and skitter off. A clang rang out as it hit the wall.
And like a feline to prey, the Indoraptor lunged forth, swatting and batting the fake egg with zeal and glee, belly flush to the floor as his arms extended, hind legs pushing himself along. His tail flicked and swayed with fervor, and it was not long before the rock shot off from the loft, and smashed onto the ground below with a loud bang.
It was not long before the hybrid leapt down below to resume his hunt.
A noise of curiosity, and concern escaped the returning female. E's blue eyes briefly hid behind red scaled lids in a swift blink, pupils narrowing as they adjusted to the light of the falling sun, before dilating. A gargle of a call escaped her white throat, scaled lips painted with clumps of tawny fur from previous prey, serrated teeth sporting chunks of raw flesh wedged between themselves.
E's head warbled, attempting to pick up the noise which she thought came from the direction of her home. Her black nailed fingers were busy holding the limp body of a squirrel. Her killing claws twitched and flicked, one briefly pressing flat against the leaf laden ground.
The red and cream colored female went stiff and rigid as her ears picked up what sounded like a scuffle from within the decrepit cabin. A rasp of alarm ruptured form E's throat in a heated puff of breath.
The small prey within her hold dropped to the ground with a small thud, her taloned feet pounding heavily into the earth in her haste.
E could barely feel her heart hammer away in her chest.
It was nothing compared to the cold chill of dread and rising terror she felt creeping into her scaled bosom.
Did others of her kind trespass?
Was her mate fighting them off?
Were her eggs safe?
Were the intruders the two legged creatures?
Did another, larger predator manage to break into their lair?
The only thing that raced faster than E's legs, was her thoughts.
Thoughts of concern.
Thoughts of dread.
Thoughts of worry.
What if her mate was injured?
Her eggs?
It didn't matter!
E would make whatever beast that was stupid enough to enter her domain and threaten her mate and eggs-predator or prey-pay!
No beast regardless of size and strength threatened her pack!
E erupted from the sprawling yet dense brush nestled between ancient redwoods, leaves and branches being cast askew in the air as she punched through. Aged and dried pine needles that littered the ground were disrupted in their rest, and torn asunder.
In only five strides, E closed the distance from the precipice of the surrounding brush and forest, to the aged cabin door.
A shrill crack splintered the air as the female rammed into the doorway with a forceful rasp, talons poised and teeth bared, busting the rusted and decayed hinges off the door frame, breaking and freeing the decrepit, half broken door from its prison. The aged wood slammed down and skid against the floorboards, the noise causing the Indoraptor to release a barking noise in start, spinning in the direction of the explosive entry of his mate, who was baying for blood.
E's blue eyes narrowed and she swiftly flicked her gaze around the aged cabin.
She saw no intruder.
She picked up the scent of no intruder.
All she saw was the black and gold hybrid, and the rock that dropped from his jagged jaws with an echoing thud against the wooden floorboards.
E's gaze refocused back to her mate, then to the rock that was dropped from his maw. Her red scaled eyelids narrowed, a hoarse growl riveted from deep within her white throat. Her tail flicked, and her killing claw jabbed against the wooden floor with a dull thud, as if a blade upon a cutting board.
The Indoraptor's golden gaze lay upon his smaller mate.
Then to the rock.
Then to E.
Slowly, tic by tic, his gnarled, scaled lips turned ever upwards into a jagged, crooked smile, tail flicking as he did so.
The female's scarred head warbled, and her nares flared in a snort.
E was not entirely pleased.
Her mate made her worry and drop her prey for no reason.
But E supposed it was better than actually having danger in their lair. For that, the female was quite relieved.
It just meant they survived another day, and had hope for tomorrow.
One thing the pair did not take account of, was how high the temperature could climb.
The sweltering heat seemed to thicken the air within to such a viscous state, it could be cut.
As such, the two hunters did not lay as they normally did, seeking comfort and warmth against one another's scales.
They wanted absolutely nothing to do with the other.
E lay not of the nest, but upon the cool floorboards of the loft.
She lay upon her side, scaled maw agape and chest heaving to a rhythm of miserable pants. She writhed and squirmed, flopping around on the wood whenever she felt the floor underneath her lose it's cool touch, and become heated. Thus, her search for cooler resting places was ongoing.
The Indoraptor, however, had no such luck.
The hybrid lay upon the lower level of the cabin, pacing.
He was too stricken with heat to try to relax.
He could not.
He was too uncomfortable to lay down.
It felt like the warmth of the air was choking him, and filling his chest.
Even in the shade of his lair, he found very little comfort from the rays of the scorching sun, which cascaded through the grime stained windows and broken roof.
Thus, the Indoraptor paced, and moved to and fro, killing claws clacking and thudding against the floorboards. His taloned fingers thrummed and drummed, jagged jaws agape and expelling ragged pants.
Trying to find an area that would allow him respite from the heat and sun.
In the hybrid's wanderings, a noise of curiosity rumbled from his throat upon thrumming his clawed fingers against the wooden floor. It sounded different from the the others. It resounded and echoed.
His head warbled, before cocking to the side, nared flaring.
Experimentally, the Indoraptor tapped a claw upon the board once, twice, thrice.
It was the same reverberating noise.
A low grumble came from his throat, quills rising in interest.
His tail flicked, and he shifted his weight, talons clacking and thumping against the wood, seeking out whether any other spots sounded the same.
His wanderings and antics caught the attention of E, who managed to drag her sorry hide to the railings, and look below. A rasp of confusion escaped her, and her head cocked hard to the left. As much as she was ravaged by the sweltering heat, she was intrigued by what her mate was doing.
It was better than focusing upon her own suffering.
But, at the same time, E's neck craned back, and her head swiveled to look upon her nest. A noise of concern, and worry escaped her scaled throat.
What if the eggs got too hot?
Too warm?
E's black killing claws tapped idly against the scratched floor in thought.
It was hot.
Too hot.
But she did not know what to do.
Should she move her eggs?
To where?
Where would they be safe?
E's thoughts were broken by the sound of rough grating of black talon against wood. Her neck craned to look below, her large mate raking his claws into the floor, scratching and cutting-and then breaking with loud, echoing snaps of lumber.
The aged boards broke and splintered, but the Indoraptor did not stop.
He dug, and raked and clawed until the surrounding boards were stripped away in wooden shards, the gaping hole below now opened wide.
Large enough for his frame to squeeze through the gaping, wooden jaws and into the black abyss below.
E watched as her mate climbed below, and disappeared into the dark.
E's scaled lids narrowed as her pupils fixated in interest upon the open, jagged maw of the floorboards. It was not that she feared the hybrid would need aid, but more so out of curiosity than anything else.
It was not long before the quilled head of the Indoraptor popped up from the murk below, pupils narrowing and adjusting. A layer of damp dirt littered his black hide, and his neck craned upwards to look upon the loft, upon E.
A trill riveted from his scaled throat.
A call to bring attention.
A call to beckon hither.
It was a call that E slothfully answered, feet hitting the floor with an ungraceful landing that resulted in a heavy thud. Briefly shaking herself, the scarlet hued female pattered along, taloned feet stopping at the precipice of the wooden cavern. Her head cocked to the side, a rasp in wonder escaping her. Whistling could be faintly heard in her breathing, low and soft, as if a songbird's trill.
The Indoraptor's head bobbed once, and a dull, almost lazy roar carried up above.
The hybrid ducked his head back down, turned, and disappeared below the floorboards.
E craned her neck, nares flaring and chest expanding as she inhaled. All she could smell was dampness and earth.
It was not long before she followed her mate, down into the bowels of the dark.
There, within the blackness and soil untouched by the heat of the day, the pair found respite against the cool ground.
However brief.
However precious.
E never thought dirt would be so welcoming.
She also thought she would never roll around in the dirt.
For once, become encrusted in a layer of soil that she was not eager to clean off.
For once, she was eager to seek a damp and cool touch to soothe her body.
Thus, E panted happily within the underground lair, rolling upon her back, breath escaping in chuffs and whistled breaths. Her tongue lolled in motion to her own joyful rocking to and fro.
The red scaled female paused ever so slightly to look upon her mate, who was laying contently against the cool ground. The Indoraptor's golden eyes were closed behind black scaled lids, a low, rumbling purr riveting from his throat like the crackling waters of a stream.
His torpor, however, was interrupted upon feeling cool sprays of soil be flicked upon his scales. The Indoraptor's scaled lips peeled upwards ever so slightly, and his amber eyes sluggishly opened, pupils adjusting. A snort escaped the hybrid in a huff of breath as his predatory orbs flicked upon E.
The scarlet and white scaled female released a rumbling snort that rose from her throat akin to a bubbling crick, tail thudding against the cool earth. Her blue eyes were half lidded behind sanguine scaled lids, a lazy shimmer of playfulness in her gaze.
The Indoraptor's golden gaze remained upon his smaller mate, serpentine pupils catching the flicker of playful mirth within her cerulean irises. He watched as the scarred female began to roll around, snorting and panting.
And with a flick of her taloned foot-a spray of cool soil was tossed upon the Indoraptor's darkened hide, and his scaled maw twisted into a vexed snarl.
A whistling, yet wavering trill akin to a cackling crick escaped E, and a brisk whisk of her clawed hand cast askew even more ground in the direction of the hybrid.
The Raptor kin's nares flared in a snort.
Clearly, E thought this was funny.
The Indoraptor did not.
The vivid hued male released a deep, riveting rumble from his gullet, and he rose upon all fours, limbs cracking.
His pupils were focused upon E, alight with a predatory gleam as he skulked forth, drawing near.
E's neck craned to look upon the male looming above her. A low gurgle escaped her scaled maw, moist tongue licking upon dirt encrusted lips. Her legs kicked playfully as her body teetered back and forth. Her blue eyes flicked to the piercing, golden orbs of her mate, before honing upon the Indoraptor's powerful muscles rippling under charcoal scales.
The hybrid's neck bent forward, arteries pulsing in his developed forearms and nares flaring. His feral eyes flicked and roamed over the female before him, jaws agape as his breath ran along E's flesh in heated puffs.
He leered upon E as if she were prey.
His larger snout was then jabbed against E's smooth scaled head in a boop.
While the boop was harmless, E reacted as if he bit her, and rasped in a slight flinch. A clawed hand extended, delivering a light hearted slap against his scaled jaw.
The hybrid shifted from the swipe ever so briefly, the slightest upward tic of his scaled lips molding into a broken smile. The Indoraptor's head cocked to the right, and his neck craned upwards to avoid E's sluggish assault. His own taloned hand rose from the earth and bat upon her with brisk, if weak half swipes of the claws.
Like a pair frisky felines, the pair batted and swatted at each other in play.
The Indoraptor released a series of deep chuffs in joy, tail swaying in his excitement.
It was not long before the pair were tangled in a mess of limbs, flopping and rolling around in their earthen sanctuary.
Something was happening with the eggs.
They were making quiet, barely audible squeaks and chirps from within.
It was something that caught E's attention, for the female Raptor found that she could not sit still.
Could not rest.
Could not relax.
Thus, E was constantly pacing.
Pacing, and fretting, and checking, and listening.
The scarlet female trekked around her nest, 'round and 'round in nervousness, anxiousness, and excitement.
But why, E did not know!
She just knew something was happening with her eggs, and it was something special!
The talons of the red scaled Raptor clacked and thrummed against the scratched floorboard in a rapid, if unsteady tapping.
E craned her neck low, head cocking to the right, then to the left. Her nares flared, and her pupils dilated and flicked to each individual egg.
The Indoraptor lay against the wall of the loft, quills becoming erect as his head rose from his brief torpor. The hybrid's mouth gaped in a jagged yawn, and he pushed his belly off the floorboards to rise upon all fours.
His limbs cracked and popped, and the onyx and gold hybrid briefly shook himself, eyes closing under black scaled lids.
When he opened his eyes, his serpentine pupils flicked towards E, and their nest.
The small female was still prancing anxiously around the bedding, E producing whistles, rasping trills and gurgling clicks in response to the quiet squeaks coming from the eggs.
It was as if she as trying to speak with them, head cocking and warbling, before stilling, as if to better inspect and listen.
To try to make out the small peeps she knew she heard within.
E's focus was briefly lost as she heard the Indoraptor near, the quilled male looking from E, then to the nest as he picked up faint chirps.
The male's head cocked, and a noise of perplexion, and confusion escaped him.
His amber eyes narrowed upon the three large eggs, nares flaring as his chest expanded with breath.
His gaze then flicked to E, noticing the scarlet scaled female's fidgeting motions and anxious pacing. A noise of concern rumbled from the hybrid's throat, and he moved to nuzzle his head against his mate. His warm body then slid against her smaller one, obsidian brushing against garnet.
The Indoraptor felt E's body fall lax, and a deep breath of respite, followed by an exhale caused her to steady.
All it took was her mate's comfort to steady the uneasiness she felt, and ground herself.
Everything was okay.
She was okay.
Her mate was okay.
Their eggs were okay.
Everything would be okay.
E just needed to wait.
The pair waited anxiously, nervously, excitedly, as they listened to the chirps and peeps from within the three nestling pearls.
For a long time, the quiet squeaks from within was all they heard.
Until a chip emerged from an egg's shell, clear fluid beginning to well and bleed from the cracked pearl.
The sound of cracking of the shell caught E's attention, the female being swift to return to her eggs' sides.
Checking and inspecting, breath a chorus of excited whistles.
It was not long before her mate was by her side, curiously inspecting the changing status of their eggs. His nares flared, large snout lowering and closing the distance of the cracked egg to nigh touching. The cracked shell molded, and bulged, and a small snout pierced through the shell in a wave of sluggish fluid.
The soft peeps grew louder, more audible to the ear.
It was enough to cause the male and female to be more vocal, as if they were urging the tiny creature housed within to break free in their excitement.
As if they were answering, and calling in turn to the high pitched cries of a chick.
Time passed, and the first chick broke freak of its protective prison as another egg began to crack and break.
Yet more time passed, and the second hatchling was freed, newborn scales glistening under clear fluid.
The two chicks were tiny, and hapless.
Their bellies were rounded and large, arms and legs thin with large heads and bulbous eyes that were not yet open. The two chicks chirped quietly, tails still curled around themselves, limbs folded underneath fat bellies.
They had yet to leave the confines of their broken sanctuary, exposed to the cold air of the world as their tiny bodies shivered.
Warmth enveloped a chick as moist, hot breath wrapped around the hapless creature. E's scaled snout nuzzled and caressed the fragile new life tenderly, lovingly, as a steady trickle of purrs and soft whistles sang from her white throat. A soft tongue then extended passed her scaled lips to preen and clean with care, her nares flaring as she inhaled the scent of her newly hatched babies.
Her affections caused the chick to wiggle and squirm, chirps increasing in frequency.
The Indoraptor watched E tend to the small creature, golden eyes flicking to the second baby. Slowly, a taloned hand rose, and the hybrid went to lightly touch the tiny chick with a claw. However, the black and gold stripped male withdrew his curious fingers, as if becoming aware his investigating with a pointy end of something may accidentally bring harm to something so ugly and minute.
The Indoraptor may not have entirely understood how this tiny creatures came about, but a part of him knew that these were his chicks.
No matter how ugly and un-raptor like in infancy he deemed them to be-They needed to be protected.
Kept safe.
It was something primitive.
Something instinctive.
But there was also something more.
Looking upon E, seeing her tend to her baby-their baby-the Indoraptor felt pride swell within his chest.
Because E was his.
The chicks were his.
This little family that was once two, and now two more were his.
His quills became erect, and a chuff escaped the hybrid in please.
Slowly, gently, carefully, the male lowered himself to get a better look at the shaking chick. His piercing, amber eyes briefly flicked to E, seeing her nuzzle and croon and clean.
Gently, tenderly, oh, so tenderly, the hybrid lowered himself further towards the shivering hatchling. The Indoraptor released a guttural purr from his throat as he pressed his massive snout into the fragile chick, feeling the warmth of its tiny body against his scaled lips.
The hybrid never imagined himself being so careful around another creature-much less one this small-as he was now.
He could feel the tiny body wiggle and squirm against his obsidian scales.
Could feel E's scarlet head nuzzle against his own as she resumed her tending and caring.
The Indoraptor never imagined he would have something so special.
Something of him, and something of E.
Something that was theirs, together.
Theirs, and no one else's.
The third egg hatched a day later.
Their family of four was now a family of five.
Three chicks hatched from three large pearls, of the three, two were male.
The sister was the last to hatch.
The first hatched was ebony of scale, and sported garnet hued arms and legs, a white underbelly, and vivid sanguine stripes running from skull to tail tip.
The second hatched was of winter scales, hints of vivid citrine rippling across his scaled scalp like lightning, and darkened to the color of night at the stripes crackled down his jaws and snout like running water. Citrine cracked and rippled along his arms and legs, turning his limbs a rich amber hue. Striking, golden stripes ran the length of his body.
The third to hatch sported obsidian scales with a white underbelly and twin winter stripes.
Together, the three babes lay in a pile of fragile scales and newly beating hearts, quiet chitters and chirps coming from the ball of hatchlings. The nest had long been cleaned of old egg shells.
It was not long before E placed herself over the nest, and carefully lowered herself to press her belly flush against the tiny chicks-though they were quite large, by the typical Raptor standards. Still, it did not cease E from being careful to not crush her babies. She could feel the three young writhe and wiggle underneath her. This caused the female to shift her weight, and rise ever so slightly in case she was causing her young distress.
E craned her neck downward, blue eyes peering to look at the young Raptors underneath her-which were flailing sluggishly and crawling out from underneath her. A huff of breath escaped the garnet hued mother, and she bent down further to nuzzle and inspect each chick-and even nudge them against her belly in order to keep them warm.
The female then turned her head towards the entrance of the loft upon hearing the noise of her mate hoisting himself up to the second floor to join her.
The Indoraptor was graceful, and fluid in his movements, holding a large rabbit within his jagged jaws. A muffled chuff riveted from his throat in greeting as the hybrid skulked forward, golden eyes flicking from E, to the three chicks.
The meal was then set down upon the floor, and promptly stepped over and ignored by the large male.
Instead, the black and gold male pressed his quilled head against E in greeting before rubbing the whole length of his body against hers. The Indoraptor skulked and circled around the nest, before laying beside the whistling and purring E with a heavy thud and huff of breath. The small female began to preen and nuzzle her mate's scaled neck and chest, nares flaring as she inhaled his scent in deep puffs.
A deep, guttural purr riveted from the hybrid as his body encircled his tiny family, quilled head lowing to press against his female. It was not long before his neck lowered, and his piercing gaze and sharp pupils narrowed upon the three small Raptors that were smooshed against their mother's warm scales.
One by one, his neck craned and extended to inspect and simply see, a low croon escaping the hybrid.
It didn't matter if the Indoraptor thought his chicks were ugly with their too large heads and bulbous eyes that still did not open, nor their large, gaping mouths that ceaselessly begged for food.
They were his chicks.
They were his babies.
They were his something.
Just as E was his something, too.
She was his something, and he was her something.
The little family that once was two, was now five.
All because E was his something, and the Indoraptor, her something.
Their something made ever more special somethings.
Three babies that were something of E, and something of him.
Three little somethings that were more special than the hybrid's healing mind thought possible.
Because the chicks were something that belonged only to them, together.
If the Indoraptor were still back there, in the dank dark of his metal cage-He would have preferred nothing.
Not E.
Not their babies.
He would have killed them.
But now, with a still healing mind, the Indoraptor could not imagine his life if it were nothing.
If E was nothing.
If his babies were nothing.
He wouldn't like that life, if they were nothing.
If they were dead.
No, they needed to be something.
His something.
And not his nothing.
In the dark of his cage, where there was nothing but fear and pain and rage-the quiet silence of the darkness was his nothing-his home.
And then he met E.
And E became his something.
But also something more than something.
E became his home.
And then E's babies-his babies-their babies-became something.
But something more than something.
They became his home, too.
Something to feel safe in.
Something to feel loved in.
Something to feel comforted in.
Something to feel connected in.
In E, he found a pack.
In their babies, he found hope.
In their family, he found a home.
And a home was all he needed.
I'll hopefully update Broken Raptors soon.
I just wanted to get this piece out of the way. I've been working on it for about a month, and by coincidence, it's Father's Day :D
Please feel free to give your thoughts!
Thank you for reading.