Well, look what happened. Inspiration unexpectedly happened.
Roberta lumbered behind her mate, watching the Bull crawl upon the ground with all fours as he carried their newly hatched young between his gaping maw. The soft chirps could be heard from the hatchlings within, new eyes looking upon the world anew from the safety of their father's jaws, his teeth a serrated prison.
The world seemed to pass by their tiny eyes in a blur-and before the young hybrids knew it-the hot breath of their father was soon challenged by the coldness of something else.
Water.
The Bull waded within a nearby pond, neck craning to lower his head and turn his jaws into a tiny pool. The thrashing of his children within his mouth tickled, and he attempted to control them with his tongue. The chirps from his babies began to turn into panicked calls, the chicks unsure as to what the cold and strange thing was that was beginning to surround them.
Roberta's amber eyes did not leave her mate, her ears honed to the distressed calls of her young. Her clawed fingers flexed, and she shifted nervously, anxiously, from foot to foot in concern for her babies.
For the first time, Roberta did not know what to do.
She could not roar and scare the threat away, and she could not bite and crush the threat like flesh and bone.
It was made worse that the Queen did not understand what her mate was doing, but whatever it was, he seemed to know more on what to do than her.
A rumble riveted form her scaled throat, and the Tyrannosaur took a step forward from land, and into the water. It was an odd sensation, feeling the current flow around her clawed toes and make way for her greater form. If Roberta didn't like one thing about water-it was the cold. But she needed to endure the discomfort, however minor. Her babies were calling, and in her anxiety, she felt that she needed to be by their side, and at least see that they were safe.
The Spinosaurus could feel the water quake and rumble as his mate sloshed through the water, his neck tilting on an incline to raise his panicking young out of the water's reach. A low hiss escaped his maw that was slightly ajar, his crocodilian pupils narrowing as his head turned to better look upon his approaching mate.
Roberta lowered her head, crouching to get to her mate's level. The female watched as the water poured out from her mate's teeth, and the frantic trills of her young began to calm. The Queen's nares flared, and she attempted to better look at her young, attempted to better concern if they were safe or not. It was difficult to see them, given her poor sight. But she could smell them, and hear their more calm-if curious-clicks and chirps.
While Roberta was somewhat calmed, she did not leave her mate's side, wanting to stay by her young as much as possible. What if something happened?
They were so tiny.
Roberta wasn't used to dealing with little things.
She would need to be careful not to hurt them or step on them.
Her poor little babies...
The Tyrannosaurus watched as the Sorna's Spinosaurus once more lowered his head back down into the water, his jaws becoming a training pool once more. Roberta's nares flared as she released a large, unsteady exhale, her tense muscles causing the water to ripple and quiver around the circumference of her legs. Her golden pupils dilated, and became fixated upon the Bull's sunken maw, and her ears strained to pick up any signs of distress.
Her muscles tenses upon hearing the high pitched calls of distress, though unlike last time, the calls for their parents were short lived. The Bull released a riveting purr as he felt the panicked flailing of his chicks cease as they adapted to the water-and began to swim within his gaping maw.
Patiently, carefully, the Spinosaurus then lowered his jaws even deeper into the water, opening his maw further. Slowly, one by one, the little hybrids floated out from their father's protective maw, and into the pond's deeper waters. The chicks chirped, limps splayed and tails acting as rutters as they floated about and attempted to master the art of swimming.
All of them, at least, except for one chick.
Unlike his other siblings, Red was not as well adapted to water. The Tyrannosaur chick was struggling to keep his head aloft, attempting to call for help. His limbs flailed clumsily-and uselessly-and it was in but a second that the chick dropped like a rock, and sunk below the water's surface upon being wafted out by the current from the safety of his father's jaws.
A pair of broad, massive jaws then pierced through the water, crushing maw agape. When Roberta raised her head out of the water, dirt and clumps of reeds were within her maw, water and sediment falling out. Her tongue rolled and gently felt for the chick-which she felt wiggle against her muscular tongue.
The Bull briefly watched as Roberta made her way to the shore, before returning his attention back to his wading young.
Upon reaching the shore, the Queen lowered herself, maw nigh brushing the ground. She then gently dropped Red upon the ground-the young male issuing a dull chirp as he landed awkwardly upon the ground, blinking, attempting to gain his bearings.
It was then Red began to realize that he was alone!
Where were his siblings?
Where was he?
The world was too big for his tiny little self!
Red's breath hitched, and he began to chirp frantically in panic, calling for his siblings.
Red got the affection of his mother's tongue instead, Roberta slathering her chick with saliva, attempting to calm and clean him. A rumbled purr resounded from her throat, and the comfort of his mother caused Red to calm, green eyes closing. A tiny, almost inaudible purr of his own came from his throat as red hued form leaned into the warmth of his mother's tender bath.
Sorna's Spinosaurus briefly turned his gaze from his swimming chicks to his female, a pleased trill riveting from his cream scaled throat and causing the water to ripple around him. The rippling of the water, while minute for an adult, was quite an obstacle for his newly hatched young, and several of them ended up being gently carried away from their father.
In a series of slightly panicked chirps, Terra and Rex wiggled their way through the water to be closer to the Bull. The Spinosaurus' nares flared, a spray of fine water being ejected before the Bull further lowered his head into the water. His nostrils and eyes remained above the surface, and it was something Terra was swift to take advantage of. The brown hued Spinosaurus clumsily wiggled and swam towards her father's submerged snout, tiny clawed limbs pulling herself out of the water to rest upon her father's head.
The female chick was so tiny, the Bull barely knew she was there. The only things that gave away Terra's position was the tickling of her clawed feet as she move upon his scaled head, and the content chirps from the honey eyed female.
Terra slowly rose upon her hind legs, attempting to get a better view of the new world. Her legs were still clumsy and unsteady, which caused the chick to squeak upon falling over. Terra found that she quite liked the warmth of her father's scales, and settled upon his head to rest and warm herself in the rays of the sun.
Her serpentine pupils contracted into thin slits to combat the harsh rays of the sun, though it did not stop Terra from swiveling her head, attempting to look for her siblings. As much as the chick felt uneasy being alone, she was at least comforted by the safest place she could possibly be: Upon her father's head.
The Bull decided not to move much, though did twist and pivot himself in the water in an attempt to locate his other chicks.
His green eyes narrowed upon Rex, and found that the young male had somehow crawled upon a lily pad.
Only he wasn't seeking a place to bask in the sun, like his more spinosaurid sister.
He was hunting.
Indeed, Rex was attempting to hunt a dragonfly that was buzzing to and fro, his bulky head swiveling back and forth to try and keep it in his line of sight. The young hybrid snapped upon the insect when it moved too close to investigate the little creature-or perhaps bite him. The dragonfly ended up having a leg ripped off by the hunting hybrid-which quickly flew away in a flurry of buzzing.
Rex made the mistake of overextending on his lunge-and in part due to his still clumsy gait-fell off the lily pad in a squeak. A faint plop was heard as the young male fell into the water, head and sail soon breaching the surface as his limbs and tail kept him afloat. The hybrid would have resumed his hunting of hapless insects had he not heard-and felt-a low rumble vibrate through the water, followed by a soft trill.
With a sudden chirp, Rex wiggle-swam towards his father, answering his parent's call.
The Spinosaurus' emerald gaze shifted, head swiveling as he looked around, barely feeling Rex crawl upon his snout, and go to greet his sister.
Wait.
Where were the egg-mates?
The Bull looked around, head rising further out of the water in order to search for his young. His emerald gaze fell upon two tiny sails jutting out of the water-the twin sisters having wiggled and swam their way towards shore-towards their mother and Red.
Lex and Vex swam towards shore, responding to the previous cries of their brother. Or, rather, Vex went to respond, and Lex-not wanting to be alone and away from her egg-mate-followed.
Roberta looked upon her two daughters, releasing a pleased chuff at the little hatchlings before lowering herself to better greet and inspect her young.
The sisters looked upon their giant mother, releasing excited chirps, hopping slightly and mouths gaping.
Red scurried over to his sisters, and joined in the shameless group begging, calling for food.
The Queen looked down upon her gaping young, head slightly cocking in confusion.
Her babies were so tiny...what would they eat?
Small creatures?
But they were so fragile...and they were too young to hunt on their own...
The Queen would need to hunt soon.
She wouldn't let her babies go hungry.
Sorna's Spinosaurus lay upon the ground, belly flush to the nest. Roberta lay on the other side, amber gaze locked upon her sleeping young.
All five hybrids were currently sleeping together in a jumbled pile of mangled limbs and tails.
How they could sleep so comfortably like that was unknown to Roberta.
The mother took the time to clean the nest of the eggs that failed to hatch earlier, and with her young fed and tired from their first day, they were more than ready for sleep. Roberta craned her neck, and lowered her broad snout to nuzzle and reposition her pile of chicks. The ones that awoke chirped groggily, eyes heavy as they began to fall once more into sleep, chirps softening. The silence reigning indicated her young had fallen back to sleep.
The Tyrannosaurus released a soft rumble from her throat, moving to rest her bulky head upon the thick rim of the nest.
The Spinosaurus merely laid his head upon the ground, exhaling deeply.
For the first time, in a long time, the pair had more than just themselves to care for.
For now, they could only wait, and see what challenges lay ahead of their new family.
Isla Nublar was not forgiving to the weak, after all.
And Nublar's heirs could not afford to be weak.
I apologize for the hopping around stories. This one struck me out of left field when I planned to write one of two new ideas.
So, for those of you that don't know, these are my two shit story ideas:
The Outsiders
Rating: T
Rough Summary: AU of Fallen Kingdom where the Indoraptor survives his fall. The hybrid then attempts to survive in an unfamiliar world, and becomes Blue's companion as he attempts social pack life with several other raptors that were present in the facility. Being socially dysfunctional, the attempts at a stable pack life fails, and the Indoraptor is forced to live as a social pariah, alone.
The Indoraptor then encounters a lone red raptor, as equally dysfunctional as he. It is soon discovered that the timid female cannot vocally communicate, and is not rejected due to her behavior, but rather at her inability to socialize.
Will the pair be able to form a bond, or will the pariahs remain outsiders and fragmented, even within themselves?
Character Information: E is a female raptor with a red hue. She cannot vocalize due to previous throat cancer damaging her larynx. E is dubbed such, because if she tries hard enough, her hoarse, strained call just sounds like 'Eeee'. Her breathing can be squeaky at times. She is timid towards other raptors, due to often being picked upon. She has scars upon her flanks and the back of her head and neck from said pecks. E must communicate more physically than vocally, using body language. Thus, she attempts to be more physical when socializing, attempting to feel physically intimate and involved since she cannot vocally be involved.
This can cause problems when other raptors are grumpy and do not like their personal space popped.
Potential Pairings: Blue and Green (AKA cut raptor from Fallen Kingdom), Indoraptor (I?) and E.
Where The Lonely Ones Roam
Rating: T
Summary: The story of the Indominus killing her sibling was a lie. But why would they lie? Because the sibling was a complete, and utter, failure. The sister was not as large, nor as strong as the infamous sibling. She was not as large, nor as strong-because she was a dwarf. A dwarf Indominus that possessed less aggressive tendencies than the future five star attraction. The mistake was never meant to see the light of day.
Until she did, the day after Jurassic World fell, and the mistake escaped the confines of the lab.
Confused, distressed, terrified, and not knowing what she is, the Indominus struggles to adjust to a completely different life. A life where food and water is not handed to her daily, and where creatures much larger than her attempt to hunt her.
Will Blue, the sole survivor of the Raptor Squad, in her loneliness and mourning, accept the sibling of her sisters' killer? Or will her wrath prevail over her mercy?
Character Information: Indominus sibling has no name yet. She is slightly larger than the average raptor, and more compact and stocky in build with a barreled chest. Her bite force is very powerful-but doesn't put a dent in comparison to her sister's. She is a grey-cream color, with very faint light blue stripes. She is not agile in build, and can be more akin to a charging bull.
Potential Pairing: Blue and Midget Indominus.
Regardless, I apologize once again.
Thank you for taking the time out of your day to read this!
Next chapter will come out whenever I get inspiration, I guess.