I hate my brain. :(
Still working on Evergreen.
Kind of, sort of a part of the Broken Raptors series.
Anathema was created from the DNA of Seraphim-who had the strongest genetics of the original Indominus Rex.
It can be taken with a grain of salt that Anathema is the genetic granddaughter of the Indoraptor and E.
Ana's coloration changes depending on mood. She gains red coloration on certain areas of the body when excited or angry.
The Giga blood flushes for courtship or threat display.
"You...You created another...Indominus?" Grady's words were barely audible to the ear. His tone was laced with the rough gravel of growing fury, and the stuttered whisper of quivering horror.
Silence reigned over the group.
The flickering flames of a dying forest spanned the mountain peaked horizon from the windows of Biosyn's headquarters.
The screams and wails of panicked beasts echoed and drowned the roars of searing fire.
Henry cradled the briefcase in his arms, hugging it as if a child seeking comfort from a storm with a stuffed toy. The doctor did not answer, at first. His gaze flicked downcast, strands of black hair cascading and hiding his shameful eyes.
Protecting him from their judging eyes.
At long last, Henry spoke, "Yes. I did."
His voice was quiet, yet one of unbridled will.
Unbridled defiance.
The doctor then raised his gaze to meet the groups', "The Indominus was my masterpiece. But it...She...was a flawed masterpiece. I regret making the locusts. But I do not regret giving life to a beast that is simply hated for merely existing."
The arteries upon Owen's tanned skin pulsed in wrath, "That doesn't justify for you to make another monster."
"No. It doesn't. I didn't create a monster, Mister Grady. I created an animal."
A moment of silence passed.
There was nothing but quiet, uneasy fury against the backdrop of a dying valley meant to provide succor for life.
"Her name is Anathema."
The quaking of the ground brought the slumbering Indominus out of her torpor. Striking blue eyes opened, predatory pupils shrinking into thin, knife like slits.
A deep breath escaped her jagged maw, scales slowly crackling to life from hues of greens and browns to that of rivers of white. Slowly, softly, did her hide fade and turn pure.
Her white claws moved to scratch upon her snout, taloned fingers raking.
The shaking of the earth grew stronger, and stronger.
Slowly, sluggishly, the Giganotosaurus approached, the branches of trees snapping in his wake.
The nostrils of the male apex flared, a deer hanging limp within his jaws. Black stripes ran down the length of his scarred body as his snake like eyes narrowed upon the white female.
Anathema did not bother to rise from her resting position upon the ground, blue eyes squinting upon the prey within the Giganotosaurus' maw. Peering upon the fresh blood staining his teeth.
He carried with him the scent of another predator, and the deer-the object of the brief conflict.
But it was not for himself.
The deer was a gift.
Zeb merely produced a chuff of breath from his throat, course tawny fur riding the winds through clamped teeth. His neck rose to emphasis the prize in a slight bob of the head.
This was followed by an upward tilt of his head, and the exposure of his dull throat.
Zeb's throat muscles rippled and vibrated as a course rumble riveted from him.
It was a deep bellow that echoed hauntingly along the misty forest and rolled along the cresting hills.
It was a song that was performed twice.
Thrice.
And with each guttural tune, the Giganotosaurus sang louder-longer.
And with each primal rumble, his throat flushed red.
Faintly, gently, softly, at first.
Pink and rosy.
And then rich and vibrant of a deep sanguine hue meant to catch the eye.
Even when his song ended, Zeb still held the offering skyward, and kept his throat exposed and bare. His honeyed eyes flicked to look upon his true quarry.
To see her reaction.
To see her refusal, or acceptance.
Anathema's blue eyes peered upon the male's spectacle, pupils flicking as she inspected.
The Indominus Rex then tilted her head skyward, throat exposed.
Slowly, her throat turned a soft, rosy hue as a rumble of approval escaped from her.
The thick osteoderms upon her hide flushed a deeper shade of sanguine in a pattern of stripes, soft white feathers running down the length of her body where the armored plates overlapped. Her larger quills adorned her head and flank, dominating the feathers.
Judging by the flushing approval of her scales-Anathema accepted.
Zeb was pleased, and calmly lowered himself. He took a step forward-then another.
Then another.
He bent down towards the white and red female, and carefully set the deer in front of her.
Only when the Giganotosaurus saw that the Indominus Rex held the prey within her jaws-did he know his gift was truly accepted.
Zeb stole a kill from a rival predator without injury, and Ana accepted his offering.
Today was a victory indeed.
The crested male's victory, however, was short lived.
The ground was quaking, and loud snaps of trees were echoing from the deep brush and carrying through the foggy air.
Ana's neck twisted in the direction of the cracking, sanguine hue along her back giving way to pure white-and the white, shades of greens and browns of the surrounding earth and trees.
Zeb's golden eyes flicked to where Anathema was.
The only reason he knew she was there, was because she did not move.
But it seemed the Indominus was content to hide as they heard not one pair of footfalls-but two.
The Giganotosaurus' eyes leered as two large, bulky bodies pushed through the forest, and emerged into the light.
They were the same kind as the one that he fought the deer over.
Only one was green, and the other, a reddish brown.
The Buck and Doe stood side by side, small, yellow eyes peering upon the larger, crested predator. Perhaps they were drawn to the area in curiosity at the courting male's bellows. Perhaps they were just exploring the valley, and accidentally wandered too close.
Regardless, they were trespassing.
Zeb's scaled lips peeled back in a fierce snarl, and his mouth opened wide in a bellow.
It was a threat that was returned by the green male, scarred maw opening in a deep roar of his own, loud and thunderous.
The Doe moved forward, veering ever so slightly off to the side. The Giganotosaurus' gaze flicked from the Buck, to the tawny Doe as he saw her approach. His jaws snapped in warning as the female approached, the Doe flinching slightly.
Her forest hued mate took a step forward, and his jaws crashed together in an echoing clap.
Zeb glanced from invader to invader, feeling them be too close for comfort.
But he was not willing to back down, even as he took a step back to give more space.
Yet still, the invading pair advanced.
The Buck and Doe paused, however, upon hearing the foliage crack and shift.
Briefly did the pair look back, and see sharp and predatory blue eyes leering upon them in utter silence. Slowly did Anathema's camouflage ripple and crack, rich, enraged sanguine stripes against white adorning the length of her body, soft white feathers swaying gently in the light breeze. Her hands flexed and tensed, white talons ready.
The Doe's bellow in threat suddenly sounded weak and quivering despite coming from such a large animal.
The Buck turned his attention towards Zeb, roaring and snapping his jaws.
The balance of power was shifted.
With the pair being taken off guard, they decided a confrontation was not worth it.
Cautiously yet urgently, the mated pair began to retreat away from the Giganotosaurus and Indominus, lumbering away.
Zeb's nares flared, though it did not stop him from following, and seeing the invaders off.
Anathema leered after the pair, following with her sharp gaze.
When Zeb returned, Anathema approached the crested male with the deer in her maw.
She was offering to share.
It was an action of approval for the male's willingness to protect and defend.
In an act of care, Zeb's jaws clamped upon his half of the deer, feeling the Indominus' snout against his.
Their breaths intermingled.
Zeb's fiery eyes looked upon her ice born orbs, pupils widening.
He blinked.
Their gazes flicked as they studied and observed on another.
They remained there for some time, jaws joined with prey, looking upon one another.
It was curiosity, yet one of testing intimacy, and trust.
Then their meal was torn in half.
I am sorry for making this. But my brain just exploded with the idea.