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Raptorsong ch. 12
The one-foot female looked up in fear at Cleo. She was trembling as the alpha female continued to bump her head. That was a gesture that was only used when a raptor really was threatening something or someone. One of the other One-foots tried to move in front of her, to which Cleo responded in a sharp hiss. I moved toward the One-foot, or at least attempted to. Cleo looked up and screeched a warning at me. Upon hearing her, I moved back to where I was. Moonmist gave me a teasing glance, to which I gave a slight snarl. It wasn't my fault that they looked threatening. I continued to watch as one of the other one-foots opened a strange pouch, and took out two whitish ovals. The eggs. He had the eggs! He pushed them towards to female, and Cleo looked suspiciously at them. She sniffed them and moved them gently before looking up.
As we stood there, Killer began to squawk, telling us it was alright. Cyrn, who was behind the one-foot that had the eggs in the pouch, looked back toward the forest, somewhat disappointed. Suddenly, he began to make a strange screeching sound. He was calling for help. The whole clan turned their heads towards him, wondering what was wrong. There was nothing there. The noise came again. Cyrn looked around, obviously just as confused as we were. The sound came again, and I turned to the one-foot. He was holding a rock-like thing, and blowing into it. Whenever he did this, it would make a sound like a raptor. Odd. Moonmist turned to me, and screeched softly. "What is going on?"
"I don't know!" I cried back, somewhat louder than I meant to.
"Why is he doing that?" Another voice chimed in. "How is he doing that?" Cyrn continued. He looked at me with wide eyes. It was then that I realized how much the younger male looked up to me. His parents had been killed long before- picked off by a T-rex and the Spino. I knew how he felt, as much of my life had been spent alone, looking up to another raptor. My parents had died of an illness when I was no more than a hatchling. I knew how he felt. With that in mind, I gave him a small smile. In truth, I had no idea. So, I told him what I did know.
"They have a strange object. But, how they speak as one of our own, I do not know." I told the young raptor male. He must have found that answer good enough, as he turned away.
I looked at the rest of the pack, only to find that chaos had broke free. All of the raptor clan was screeching or squawking or making some form of loud noise. All eyes were on the one-foots. They looked up in fear at us, as we stared coldly back at them. Killer began to move forward, followed by the rest of us. Moonmist and I followed last. I bared my teeth, my fangs gleaming in the sunlight. I gave a shriek and looked up. Killer had stopped. He and Cleo were looking up at the sky, heads cocked to one side as if they were listening. Cleo gave a shark screech, and the pack stopped moving. I looked up and listened as well. I saw something flying overhead. It was much to large to be a bird.
I knew that we should move, this thing caused a shiver to run up my back. With a squawk, I backed away. Moonmist followed. We all looked up at the sky in time to see a large winged thing descending. We watched as it landed on the other side of the trees, soon followed by another thing. We looked around, at the one-foots, and then back at each other before looking up once more.
This time, another thing was flying overhead. It was like a bird, with a great wingspan. The thing began to descend. It came closer and closer. Soon, I could make out the yellow-orange markings on its wings. Flyers. We had only seen them behind the bars of a cage. Somehow they had escaped, probably the one-foots doing, I thought. The creature swooped over our heads, then climbed back up into the sky. It then came down again, and this time Cleo gave the signal to retreat. She walked up to the one-foots and gently picked up an egg with her mouth. With a low growl, she looked into the eyes of the one-foot once more, and then trotted away towards the forest. Killer followed, picking up the other egg, then motioned for the pack to follow. I waited for Moonmist before sprinting back into the cover of the forest.
As we entered the protection of the forest, I took one last look back at the one-foots. They were running toward the sea shore. Before one of them left the small clearing, he turned and looked back to where we had left into the forest. His eyes met mine, and I could have sworn that he saw me. As he began to turn around, Moonmist nudged me. I looked at her, and she looked at me. Before moving onward, I called out to the human. With a screech, I continued. Soon, Moonmist joined in. The two of us continued to call out, the melody of our song hauntingly beautiful. The one-foot looked at us as we sang together, and nodded a silent thanks to us for setting them free. We continued, and soon, another raptor's voice joined in. It was Cyrn. His voice was soft and mellow, but beautiful. He walked over to us and continued on. After a long while our voices were lost in a loud whir as the one-foots left the island in their odd flying thing. I looked up once more before turning around and heading back to the packs nesting area.
When we got back, the sun had already sunk down into the horizon. Moonmist and I went over to our nesting area and lay down. I looked at her and smiled. I was glad that we had not torn the one-foots to shreds. They were much like us, creatures trying to survive out here. I nuzzled my mate's neck lovingly before closing my eyes one last time and remembering the song. When I had been a young chick, I had not understood what the song meant. Now, I did. It was family bonding. The haunting chords and notes wove together to form the melody. Each was different, from another raptor. It showed the strength of the love raptors share for one another. It was the Raptorsong.
I was shaken from my thoughts when some one nudged me. I opened my eyes slowly, sleepily, and looked up into the face of another raptor. Once he came into focus, I saw that it was Cyrn. I motioned for him to sit down. He was lonely, he had no family. The young male lay down beside me.
"Welcome to the family, little one" I murmered. For that is what he was. He was part of my family. I smiled at him and my mate before finally drifting into a deep sleep.
AN- yes, that was a short chapter, but I really didn't know how to end the story. I hope that you won't all kill me...and I need some help. As many of my wonderful (really, really wonderful) reviewers know, I will be continuing this story. Should I write a sequal, or should I continue this one? Your opinion is wanted! By the way, I am currently working on an official 'Raptorsong' website. It will be up soon hopefully...
Again, I am very, very, very sorry for the nearly 2 month long delay in posting this...DON'T KILL ME!!!
Raptorsong ch. 12
The one-foot female looked up in fear at Cleo. She was trembling as the alpha female continued to bump her head. That was a gesture that was only used when a raptor really was threatening something or someone. One of the other One-foots tried to move in front of her, to which Cleo responded in a sharp hiss. I moved toward the One-foot, or at least attempted to. Cleo looked up and screeched a warning at me. Upon hearing her, I moved back to where I was. Moonmist gave me a teasing glance, to which I gave a slight snarl. It wasn't my fault that they looked threatening. I continued to watch as one of the other one-foots opened a strange pouch, and took out two whitish ovals. The eggs. He had the eggs! He pushed them towards to female, and Cleo looked suspiciously at them. She sniffed them and moved them gently before looking up.
As we stood there, Killer began to squawk, telling us it was alright. Cyrn, who was behind the one-foot that had the eggs in the pouch, looked back toward the forest, somewhat disappointed. Suddenly, he began to make a strange screeching sound. He was calling for help. The whole clan turned their heads towards him, wondering what was wrong. There was nothing there. The noise came again. Cyrn looked around, obviously just as confused as we were. The sound came again, and I turned to the one-foot. He was holding a rock-like thing, and blowing into it. Whenever he did this, it would make a sound like a raptor. Odd. Moonmist turned to me, and screeched softly. "What is going on?"
"I don't know!" I cried back, somewhat louder than I meant to.
"Why is he doing that?" Another voice chimed in. "How is he doing that?" Cyrn continued. He looked at me with wide eyes. It was then that I realized how much the younger male looked up to me. His parents had been killed long before- picked off by a T-rex and the Spino. I knew how he felt, as much of my life had been spent alone, looking up to another raptor. My parents had died of an illness when I was no more than a hatchling. I knew how he felt. With that in mind, I gave him a small smile. In truth, I had no idea. So, I told him what I did know.
"They have a strange object. But, how they speak as one of our own, I do not know." I told the young raptor male. He must have found that answer good enough, as he turned away.
I looked at the rest of the pack, only to find that chaos had broke free. All of the raptor clan was screeching or squawking or making some form of loud noise. All eyes were on the one-foots. They looked up in fear at us, as we stared coldly back at them. Killer began to move forward, followed by the rest of us. Moonmist and I followed last. I bared my teeth, my fangs gleaming in the sunlight. I gave a shriek and looked up. Killer had stopped. He and Cleo were looking up at the sky, heads cocked to one side as if they were listening. Cleo gave a shark screech, and the pack stopped moving. I looked up and listened as well. I saw something flying overhead. It was much to large to be a bird.
I knew that we should move, this thing caused a shiver to run up my back. With a squawk, I backed away. Moonmist followed. We all looked up at the sky in time to see a large winged thing descending. We watched as it landed on the other side of the trees, soon followed by another thing. We looked around, at the one-foots, and then back at each other before looking up once more.
This time, another thing was flying overhead. It was like a bird, with a great wingspan. The thing began to descend. It came closer and closer. Soon, I could make out the yellow-orange markings on its wings. Flyers. We had only seen them behind the bars of a cage. Somehow they had escaped, probably the one-foots doing, I thought. The creature swooped over our heads, then climbed back up into the sky. It then came down again, and this time Cleo gave the signal to retreat. She walked up to the one-foots and gently picked up an egg with her mouth. With a low growl, she looked into the eyes of the one-foot once more, and then trotted away towards the forest. Killer followed, picking up the other egg, then motioned for the pack to follow. I waited for Moonmist before sprinting back into the cover of the forest.
As we entered the protection of the forest, I took one last look back at the one-foots. They were running toward the sea shore. Before one of them left the small clearing, he turned and looked back to where we had left into the forest. His eyes met mine, and I could have sworn that he saw me. As he began to turn around, Moonmist nudged me. I looked at her, and she looked at me. Before moving onward, I called out to the human. With a screech, I continued. Soon, Moonmist joined in. The two of us continued to call out, the melody of our song hauntingly beautiful. The one-foot looked at us as we sang together, and nodded a silent thanks to us for setting them free. We continued, and soon, another raptor's voice joined in. It was Cyrn. His voice was soft and mellow, but beautiful. He walked over to us and continued on. After a long while our voices were lost in a loud whir as the one-foots left the island in their odd flying thing. I looked up once more before turning around and heading back to the packs nesting area.
When we got back, the sun had already sunk down into the horizon. Moonmist and I went over to our nesting area and lay down. I looked at her and smiled. I was glad that we had not torn the one-foots to shreds. They were much like us, creatures trying to survive out here. I nuzzled my mate's neck lovingly before closing my eyes one last time and remembering the song. When I had been a young chick, I had not understood what the song meant. Now, I did. It was family bonding. The haunting chords and notes wove together to form the melody. Each was different, from another raptor. It showed the strength of the love raptors share for one another. It was the Raptorsong.
I was shaken from my thoughts when some one nudged me. I opened my eyes slowly, sleepily, and looked up into the face of another raptor. Once he came into focus, I saw that it was Cyrn. I motioned for him to sit down. He was lonely, he had no family. The young male lay down beside me.
"Welcome to the family, little one" I murmered. For that is what he was. He was part of my family. I smiled at him and my mate before finally drifting into a deep sleep.
AN- yes, that was a short chapter, but I really didn't know how to end the story. I hope that you won't all kill me...and I need some help. As many of my wonderful (really, really wonderful) reviewers know, I will be continuing this story. Should I write a sequal, or should I continue this one? Your opinion is wanted! By the way, I am currently working on an official 'Raptorsong' website. It will be up soon hopefully...
Again, I am very, very, very sorry for the nearly 2 month long delay in posting this...DON'T KILL ME!!!