E drabble. It was supposed to be something completely different, but it ended up as this thing instead.
I apologize for the short length, but I missed writing E and Indoraptor in general.
E loved her mate's onyx scales and vivid golden stripes that ran down his length.
The blackness of his scales reminded her of the comfort of being lulled into a deep sleep, and the striking yellow hue reminded her of the daylight sun.
E used to be afraid of the dark-afraid to close her eyes, and drift into much needed sleep.
She was always afraid of closing her eyes, despite her scaled lids being so heavy.
She would struggle to remain awake, and would jolt and jerk in sudden terror if she felt herself losing the never ending war against sleep.
At times, it would feel like she was falling, despite already laying down.
Falling, despite being on the ground.
Then she would wake with a twinge of cold fear causing her heart to hammer against her chest, sharp whistles singing from her throat in start.
And just as the wakefulness of horror-the knowing horror that closing her eyes meant she was vulnerable-and easy to sneak up upon-her scaled lids would becomes thrice as heavy.
E would eventually fall asleep.
She always did.
And by some form of luck-she always woke.
E disliked the blackness of the night-the darkness behind her eyelids-because it was scary to think she may never wake up.
Now, however, E found pleasure in the darkness of sleep-in the blackness that she once feared.
She as no longer afraid of never waking.
Rather, she looked forward to these moments of being lulled into peaceful slumber.
She enjoyed being curled and entangled with her mate, two scaled bodies intertwined in a ball of limbs and tails.
E enjoyed feeling the comforting warmth of the Indoraptor's body, hearing the gentle rhythm of breath bring to life content, if guttural purrs as he drifted off to sleep. She enjoyed feeling his powerful arms pull her closer against his larger, more powerful form-even when her mate was half asleep.
E enjoyed being pressed against her hybrid so tightly-she could hear his very heart thrum against his athletic chest.
Safe, and warm, and cherished, all the while intertwined with the body of her closest companion.
Her most cherished companion.
Her most special companion, that made it safe and okay for her to sleep.
Her strong, striking, special mate-her one and only mate-that made everything okay and less scary.
Her something.
Her something that was so special and important-he was more than something.
E loved her mate.
E loved her more than special-more than something-Indoraptor.
She loved his obsidian scales that were once so scary.
She loved his golden stripes that reminded her of the sun.
She loved his taloned hands-that gripped and curled to grasp her form to pull her close.
She loved his jagged teeth and moist tongue-that never sought to harm, but care and preen.
She loved his calls-deep and savage yet shrill and high pitched.
They were so different from the calls of her kind.
Just as her calls were so different from her kind.
They could not fully communicate to one another-vocally-yet they found a way.
They found a way to communicate and show care-
-show affection-
-show love.
Show each other love and care when others would not.
Show each other love and care-that their something created more than something.
Their something created three very special somethings.
Three precious babies-something of E-and something of the Indoraptor.
Three small, tiny babies that neither partner anticipated-but accepted, and loved.
Three little somethings that were made from two broken parts.
E would have the Indoraptor no other way.
Her mate was beautifully broken-and even the horrid scars he wore from abuse and self harm would not change the soul she knew-the mate she knew.
Her mate was perfect in her eyes.
Because how could two broken somethings make three perfect somethings?
E was proud of the Indoraptor.
He was a good male.
He was a good mate.
He was a good father.
E only hoped she was as good a mate as the Indoraptor was.
A good mate, to help protect and keep safe and make things less scary.
E felt the heaviness of sleep weigh down her eyelids, slowly being lulled to sleep by her mate's gentle breathing as his muscular chest rose and fell against her. The Indoraptor radiated a calming, soothing heat that E found she craved.
Because as long as her male-her mate-was here-everything was okay.
E was okay.
Her babies-their babies-were okay.
Everything was okay.
E felt the Indoraptor nuzzles his scaled head against the back of her neck, taloned fingers unconsciously pulling her against his belly. His length wrapped around the ball that was his small family, form pressed flush against the garnet and white scales of E.
Their babies were safe and warm against their mother's belly in a pile of youthful, if fragile scales, however nestled among torn pillows and blankets.
The patter of a dull rain resounded against the aged roof of their home, but E could hear little other than the slumbering breath of her mate.
Her blue eyes remained transfixed upon her newly hatched chicks: Their daughter, and two sons.
They were so little, and fragile.
But they were theirs.
And that made them very, very special.
They were little, and fragile, but they were protected, slumbering deeply and nestled with the warmth that was their parents.
E struggled to keep her heavy eyes open-though not out of fear.
-But out of love.
She did not want this to all be a dream.
She did not want to wake up, and find herself alone.
Without a beautifully broken mate.
Without three perfect somethings created by two broken somethings.
E did not want this to be a dream.
But she also did not want her babies to know the same fear as she did.
The fear of wondering if sleeping was safe.
The fear of wondering if they would ever wake up.
The Indoraptor made E feel safe, and protected.
E decided that she would make sure her babies never knew that fear.
They would always be safe when she was around-with out without her mate.
E would try.
E would try to be enough.
E would try to be a good mother, and an ever better mate.
The mate the Indoraptor deserved.
The mother her babies deserved.
E only hoped she wasn't too broken.
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I was thinking I would write out three chapters. Each chapter would focus upon a raptor baby. I decided to focus on each baby because I really only have the daughter fleshed out (whose name may or may not be Skunk) The brothers, not so much.
I was also thinking of starting a prequel to Broken Raptors, which would take place during Fallen Kingdom. I always envisioned E's raptor pack was created in the labs of Lockwood Manor, and figured it might be a way to explore E's health issues and past.
I highly doubt I would actually write it, since I want to focus on Broken Raptors and Beautifully Broken, first.
Either way, thank you for reading and stay safe!