I decided to take a break from E.
I based Storm's vocalizations on Barn Owls. Bravo's screams were more hawk like. :) And nasally.
I also don't remember ever detailing Storm's eye color. So I decided to actually bother to give him an eye color. I apologize if I stated his eye color before and it's suddenly different lol
I also apologize for any spelling or grammar errors.
The red female was caught in the jaws of the Brown One.
The same Brown One that helped Blue fight the White One.
The same Brown One, with crushing jaws and scars, that helped her avenge the deaths of her sisters.
Blue was lucky.
Very lucky.
She did not have to witness her sisters die.
Hear them cry.
Hear them scream.
Hear them in horror.
See them in pain.
See their bodies break like twigs between harrowing jaws.
There was no kinship between Blue, and the Brown One, despite their struggles together to battle the White One.
Because where the scarred female raptor was now, in between the crushing predator's jaws, leg muscles rend and trapped at the hip, caught upon thick teeth-That was where Blue would have been.
Should have been.
But Blue froze, and the blood colored female pushed her out of the way.
She pushed Blue out of the way of the Brown One and her crushing jaws, and onto the ground.
Yes.
The sanguine kin was where the blue striped sister should have been.
Why?
Why did she do that, after the other female was hostile?
It didn't matter, Blue thought.
The blood scaled female was going to kill her, perhaps.
Why save her?
Why try and help her?
Blue was content to let the other female surrender to her fate in the jaws of death.
Almost.
Almost, if not a distant memory, however cloudy and hazy from time.
Like the fleeting thought before, Blue saw the aftermath of the slaughter of her sisters.
She saw Echo.
Body crushed and broken, bent in unnatural ways from merciless jaws, blood pooling from teeth too sharp once embedded into her scales.
Echo died the same way the red and white raptor would die.
And Blue would watch her die, the same way Echo would have died.
Hear cries her sister would have called, in pain, in horror.
Blue may not have been able to save Echo.
Or Charlie.
Or Delta.
But she would, if she could.
And letting this lone female to die was the same as doing nothing for her sister.
Blue would not be idle.
For every sister lost, a new life needed to be saved.
Blue saved Winter.
And she would save this one, too, in honor of her sisters.
Or at the very least, try to.
Blue's amber eyes crackled alight akin to a glittering pyre aglow in the dark of night. Her scaled lips peeled back into a ferocious snarl, jagged teeth glittering under a film of saliva. Her pupils expanded like twin black holes in wide slits devouring a galaxy of golden stars.
A scream of defiance, and rage welled and surged from her grey scaled throat that signaled Blue's charge. Her clawed hands were poised to grasp, developed leg muscles tensing in preparation for the feline leap and killing claws poised. Her feet pounded against the earth and swallowed the distance between predator and prey in but five fervid strides.
When Blue leapt into the air, she pierced her killing claws into what felt like a mound of flesh that was so concentrated, it may as well have been a boulder. She felt the aged tawny scales quiver and wrinkle in waves from absorbing the impact, and then felt the muscles tense like rocks underneath as her claws raked and clawed, seeking to find purchase to climb upon the Brown One's back.
The world rocked, and shook as the crushing beast grunted, and stumbled, releasing an enraged bellow of vexation-and perhaps pain.
The action caused the Brown One to drop the red raptor from her jaws, the female landing in a heap of sanguine and white scales.
The hulking beast twisted her blocked head, broad snout snapping at her attacker with such force saliva sprayed fourth, and cracks akin to distant thunder echoed. Alas, the crushing beast could not reach Blue, who had climbed upon her muscular back.
The cobalt striped sister with crackles of white would resume her defiant-if futile-assault, clawed hands raking against the Scarred One's hide, jagged teeth biting, yet breaking little skin. Even her killing claws struggled to pierce through the calloused hide upon the Brown One's back-and that made Blue struggle to find purchase and stability as the muscles below her feet shifted and writhed.
Her attacks were useless and the raging beast underneath her radiated an aura of doom. The echos of its jaws thundering through the air in its attempts to devour her rocked her ears, warm, consuming saliva settling upon her grey hide and fetid, moist breath overwhelmed her nares.
The Brown One's jaws smelled of death.
Sweet, yet rancid.
Blue could see her own reflection in the glistening saliva of the beast's thick and powerful teeth, groves within them like gnarled bark of a tree.
They were too close for comfort, and she shifted her weight to the opposite side of the monster's back.
Blue did not notice if the red female fled.
She did not notice if she even got up from her wounds.
She was too busy trying to not get eaten in turn.
The bulky beast gave a frustrated bellow, and turned its heard to snap upon its other flank, powerful legs stomping and pawing in rage akin to an angry bull. Her body shook, and Blue struggled to hold on.
Blue lost purchase with her feet as the mountain shifted.
She slipped and fell to the ground below.
The crushing maw descended.
The brother and sister resumed their search.
Winter's blue eyes flicked and her head twisted, searching for any sign of the grey scaled female with cobalt stripes rimmed a crackling white. Her nostrils flared, her intakes of breath swift and shallow. And then slow and deep.
Checking the air for any scent left by her packmate.
It was there, but faint.
The siblings were on her trail, following Blue's ever strengthening scent and more prominent footprints.
The still air was pierced by another one of Storm's echoing trills, shrill and haunting akin to a barn owl's banshee scream. His avian shriek carried and rolled along the forested hills and rebounded along the trees.
It was such a blood curling screech, that Winter flinched away from her brother.
It was an odd noise.
A strange, frightening noise.
A noise of such terrible strength and pitch she never thought it could come from her meek brother.
A call so powerful and dominant-Winter would have thought such a call would come from Bravo in his hawk like calls.
Instead, it came from her brother.
Her shy, meek, timid brother.
But Winter suspected that Storm was not her brother, anymore. At the very least, not the same brother she once knew.
He was a different brother.
The Storm she knew would avoid confrontation.
Avoid responsibility.
Avoid danger.
Remain quiet.
Remain small.
A timid male that could easily be stepped on by others.
A shy male that disliked stepping out of her shadow.
This Storm was different.
Winter saw a change in him the moment he killed her mate.
Mate?
No...Bravo was not her mate.
He was just using her.
The brother Winter knew would never harm another of their kind.
Yet Storm not only harmed, but killed.
Winter's cerulean eyes flicked towards the smoking scales of her brother. She watched him as he moved-poised, assertive.
His movements were with purpose.
They had intent behind them.
Determination.
A goal that was based upon finding Blue.
In truth, Winter wondered if she should fear her brother.
Fear Storm.
She knew her brother-the timid brother from before.
That Storm would never hurt her.
But she did not know this Storm-this brother.
The Storm she knew would not hurt her, but what of this Storm?
This new Storm?
...Winter was unsure.
A second shriek from Storm pierced the skies and echoed along the redwoods. It jolted Winter from her thoughts, and made her jump in start.
It was a noise that her grey scaled sibling noticed, Storm twisting his neck to look upon the white female. A soft rumble riveted from his throat, a noise that was akin to a curious, if concerned purr. His head cocked to the right, pupils narrowing upon his sister.
Winter could see herself within her brother's eyes.
She was reflected within the sparkling black voids of his pupils, the eye of a storm that consisted of swirls of striking blue and a vivid viridian dotted with faint flecks of gold. She was the eye of the storm.
The center of his world.
Winter never realized how alive her brother's eyes were until now.
How sparkling and breathtaking they were.
They were beautiful and vivid-so unlike his ashen scales.
They almost reminded her of Bravo's eyes-fiery and alight with passion in all their golden ambiance.
Storm would make a good mate.
A good mate to a very lucky female.
This Storm was the male Storm should have been all along.
Like Bravo-but better.
Because Winter saw the concern and care that her brother held for her, deep in the shimmering array of viridian and sapphire painted with flecks of sunlight.
She saw the genuine, rapt attention within the black voids of his pupils twinkling like stars in the night sky.
Storm would not hurt her.
Storm would never hurt her.
Yes, Storm would make a very good mate to a very lucky female.
Storm would be another's Bravo, but better.
Winter released a deep exhale, hot breath pushing through her flaring nostrils. She did not respond to Storm's concerned rumble with a comforting call. Rather, the white scaled female slowly, gently, pressed her warm and soft snout to nuzzle against his own. Tenderly, lovingly did her scales lips brush against his.
Their hot, moist breath intermingled, and their eyes locked.
His eyes met hers.
Her eyes met his.
The storm became lost in the icy winter.
The frozen cerulean of her eyes became lost in his storm born gaze.
They grey scaled male was quite perplexed by his sister's sudden actions, though did not pull away. His clawed hands curled and flexed in idle thought, and it was not before a low purr riveted from his throat in please. His scaled snout rubbed gently, carefully along her own, sharp eyes studying her.
Storm's breath exhaled in a deep sigh, body falling lax. His scaled lids closed tight, and he pressed himself harder against his sibling as his head slid along hers.
He wrapped Winter into an embrace, pressing his chest flush to her own and sliding his neck along her scales. His jaw lay heavily upon her shoulder. His clawed hands moved to grasp at her forearms in an attempt to hold, to cherish.
To support and protect.
To be closer to Winter than he already was.
Because he saw what was held within his sister's ice born eyes.
He saw fear.
He saw worry.
He saw sadness.
He saw grief.
The pain of losing one that she thought would be her mate-her future-only to be attacked and betrayed.
The pain of being used and then cast aside like a predator's plaything.
To watch all she ever knew as a pack, fall apart so swiftly with the coming of a single stranger.
Winter's life fell apart.
Rust left-perhaps even died.
Bravo died.
And Storm was all she had left.
Her brother.
Her family.
Winter did not want to lose her everything.
She did not want to lose Storm.
The one who never hurt her.
The one who never betrayed her.
The one who loved her no matter how badly she treated him, and tossed him aside for the affections and attentions of potential mates.
Winter's whole body trembled, and shook.
Her legs buckled, and her breathing hitched and quivered.
Her throat tightened.
Her vision blurred as her eyes watered, tears that did not yet fall welling over her scaled lower lids.
Her taloned hands grasped at Storm-her brother, desperately, pleadingly, helplessly, as if a chick begging its parent.
She felt his warm, powerful form against her, over her, beside her.
Winter buried herself into the grey sea, chirping pitifully, fearfully among harsh intakes of breath.
Winter felt safe with Storm.
Felt safe with her brother.
But it was safety and affection that Winter did not deserve.
Love and care and protection that she did not deserve.
Because Winter was a bad sister.
Winter looked down on Storm because he was timid, and shy.
Because she thought he was weak.
The white raptor would snap and bully her brother just because she could, and be mean to him and ignore his objections to her dalliance with Bravo.
It was not fair to Storm.
Storm was being a good sibling, a good brother.
He was, always was, even when he was at his worst-when Winter was at her worst, and most undeserving.
Winter thought she was the strongest of the pair.
The white scaled sister discovered she was walking along side the best sibling all along.
She just did not notice it until now.
Storm deserved her love.
He deserved all her love, even if it was not enough-would never be enough-because Winter did not deserve her brother's love even when she was at her best.
Winter loved Storm.
She decided she would try harder, for his sake, as they held one another, felt one another, enjoyed one another.
Winter would be the sister Storm deserved.
The sister he always deserved.
Because Winter could handle losing everything except Storm.
Blue hit the ground with a thud and a cry that was cut short mid shriek as the air was forced from her lungs.
Her heart hammered.
Her blood pumped.
Urging her body to move.
Urging her to live.
Faster than she thought possible, the grey female rose to her feet, and bolted in raw terror.
She heard the echoing boom of powerful jaws snapping behind her, felt the thick and wet saliva splash upon her hide.
Felt the wind from the beast's teeth clamping shut and blowing against her scales.
A bellow as loud as a howling storm erupted from behind Blue, and the ground quaked as the beast gave chase.
Blue gave a panicked screech as her muscular legs powered her onward, ever forward and away from the danger. It was hard to tell if the earth was shaking due to how hard her feet were pounding against the ground, or if it was simply due to the Brown One giving chase.
Blue did not look back.
She just ran.
She was too scared to look back and see a gaping maw scoping her up and swallowing her whole.
Blue ran until she couldn't.
She ran until it felt like her lungs were on fire.
She ran until it felt like her throat would close shut.
She ran until her muscles begged her to stop.
She ran until her heart felt like it was going to explode it was pounding so hard and swift.
Blue's breathing was harsh and forceful, maw agape and tongue lolling from her mouth. Her normally feline like pupils were dilated and wide, eyes rimmed red.
She did not feel the Brown One's footsteps rumbling the ground.
She did not hear the Scarred One's angry bellows.
She did not see a hulking beast with crushing teeth.
Blue knew that she was safe, at least from that particular monster.
What Blue did not expect, was to run into another.
Blue was lulled into a false sense of security in her body's quest for respite.
She only realized she was being hunted when it was too late.
The Indoraptor was already upon her by the time she realized she was in danger.
The Indoraptor was upon her with jagged talons and gnarled teeth.
It was almost too easy to pin the Blue One down, and render her helpless.
She was so fatigued, it almost felt as if she could not fight back. Almost. Because the grey female was most certainly struggling against the black and gold male's developed forearms.
It was almost pathetic, that this same female was the one that fought him with so much zeal the night he escaped his cage!
And now-after so long-after all his fantasizing and perfecting his claws upon hapless prey-his dreams would be dreams no more!
They would be real!
He would feel his teeth piercing her hide!
Taste her blood on his tongue!
Rake out her innards with his claws!
The hybrid looked upon the grey scaled sister, gnarled grin twisting upwards tic by ghoulish tic. His amber eyes glimmered in a predatory sheen, malignant and shining in sadistic glee.
He could see the fear in the Blue One's eyes. Feel her body writhe against him, feel her tremble in horror.
Feel her panicked breathing rock his taloned fingers that held her smaller body down.
Feel her heart beat in flight.
He could feel the excitement rise within him.
A pleasure that was different from the others he knew-different form pleasure of feeding and drinking.
Different from the pleasure of feeling another upon him.
It was dark.
It was sadistic.
It was dominating.
It was similar to a pleasure of mating-the want of mating.
But something darker.
A confusing mix of sexual excitement, and sadism.
The Indoraptor's quills raised in fervor, and his golden eyes began to rim red. Saliva welled within his jagged jaws and his muscular chest expanded as he inhaled the Blue One's scent, drags long and deep.
The hybrid's skeletal facial features twisted into a snarl, and a horrid, guttural screech escaped him.
She smelled like E!
She smelled like E!
She smelled like E!
Rage and fury blinded his vision red, and the Indoraptor's clawed fingers dug into her shoulder, nails raking against scales and threatening to pierce.
Blue cried out, body weakly thrashing to try and break from the predator's grip.
She called for help.
Pleaded for help.
But her cries were severed short by the Indoraptor's jaws clamping her maw shut.
She could feel his teeth pierce the soft scales of her jaw, and above her brow. She could feel his claws sink into her flesh and muscles.
His breath stank.
His teeth were sharp and hurt.
He was going to crush her skull!
He was going to crush her head!
He was going to bite off her head!
It hurt!
It hurt!
It hurt!
Blue's body thrashed and spasmed helplessly, desperately against the hybrid.
But it was too strong.
The monster was too strong.
She tried to cry.
But all that came was shrill whines and whimpers as she tried with no avail to break free.
The Indoraptor's head was filled with nothing but rage.
Rage, and red hot fury.
She smelled like E!
She smelled like E!
She smelled like E!
His E!
His something!
His something!
His E-His something!
Something-and now nothing!
Tears boiled within his eyes and blurred his vision.
Hot and angry and sad.
The Blue One was dangerous!
The Blue One was better off as nothing!
The Blue One killed E!
The Blue One killed his something!
Killed his E!
Killed his E-his something-and left him with nothing!
If only the Indoraptor killed her when he had the chance!
Then E wouldn't be dead!
Dead like his brother!
Dead like prey!
Dead like his captors!
Dead! Dead! Dead!
The only one that didn't deserve to die-died!
The only one that was nice to him-died!
The only one that never hurt him-died!
The only one that wanted to mate with him-join with him-died!
The only one that showed him that everything didn't have to hurt-
That there was good-
-playing-
-cuddling-
-nuzzling-
-sharing-
-feeling-
-touching-
-breathing-
-loving-
-Gone!
Hot, angry, tears boiled over his scaled lids and streamed down his obsidian cheeks. Snot ran freely from his nares that spouted in fury akin to a raging geyser.
Muffled, distorted screams tore from his throat.
Wails of raw anger and a heart that was far too broken for a creature that was never meant to exist.
Blue could hear nothing but the harrowing screams of her soon to be killer.
Tears were running down her grey scales, mixing with the blood that dribbled from her pierced skin.
She could hear the cracking of her own skull steadily breaking in her ears.
She was going to die.
Die like her sisters did.
Die like Bravo did.
Blue never imagined dying would hurt so much.
She couldn't imagine what it was like to die.
She didn't want to know what it felt like.
But it didn't matter.
Blue couldn't save her sisters.
She couldn't save Bravo.
She couldn't even save herself.
She was going to die.
Just like all the others.
...Blue missed her sisters...
...She missed Bravo...
...She missed her human alpha...
The cracking of her bones was all she could hear.
And then a harrowing, shrill scream akin to a raging ave.
Blue didn't understand what happened.
She was going to die.
She was in a monster's mouth.
And just like that-she was released.
She didn't remember what happened must shortly afterwards.
All she remembered was a blur of noises so loud it hurt her ears.
She didn't remember seeing much.
Other than seeing red-she just saw darkness.
Maybe that's what death was like?
Winter couldn't believe what she was seeing!
A monster was attacking Blue!
And she couldn't believe that Storm led the charge!
Winter slowed in her advance towards her captured packmate-and to her horror-Storm did not.
He did not falter.
He advanced, and gave no quarter.
He leapt upon the monster with teeth bared and talons poised.
The monster was knocked to the ground, and Blue was released.
Winter did not join the fray.
She was too frightened to join her brother in battle.
Too cowardly to fight.
Rather, the white sister turned her attention towards Blue.
Winter lowered herself, and nudged the grey female with urgency, beckoning her to rise, to flee, to escape. Blue sported piercing wounds from teeth and claw, rivers of red flowing from her injuries.
Her eyes were half lidded, and a slurred gurgling noise escaped from her throat.
Winter nudged Blue once, twice, thrice-harder each time. Her blue eyes flicked anxiously, nervously towards Blue, to the blood, to anywhere except where she heard the fighting.
Her brother fighting.
She was too scared to look.
Too scared to see her sweet brother fight such a monster.
Too scared to see her Storm get hurt, but fight without fear.
Winter's blue eyes briefly flicked to the battle.
To the angry hisses and screams.
She wished she didn't.
She saw Storm get thrown against a tree as if he were nothing.
Like a bone being cast aside after all the meat was stripped from it.
And then the black and gold monster turned towards them, amber eyes glinting in madness and rage.
The monster bellowed, and charged.
The Indoraptor squealed as Storm leapt upon his back, the grey male's weight causing the hybrid to stumble and smash his jaw to the ground. Storm's jaws clamped upon the base of the hybrid's quilled head, pulling and forcing the Indoraptor's neck to bend backwards. Forcing the beast to back up and get away from his packmates.
Storm's talons raked along the beast's neck, a clawed hand seeking to gorge out an amber eye. His killing claws sought to find purchase in the flesh of the hybrid's shoulders.
The white female once more turned her attention from the ensuing fight, to Blue. Winter barked, nudged and even kicked, attempting to get Blue to rise.
To wake.
To do something.
Because Winter was too scared to watch her brother fight the monster.
She could handle Blue being hurt.
She could hand a monster being a threat.
But she couldn't handle Storm fighting.
Fighting a monster all by himself because Winter was a horrible sibling.
She was too scared to fight.
But she was more scared of the situation.
She could fight if Storm wasn't there.
But he was.
He was there.
And she just...just couldn't.
More fighting.
More grunting, screaming, hissing, thrashing.
Winter busied herself, and before to furiously lick Blue.
Desperately try to get her packmate to rise.
The closest thing she had to a sister to rise.
To busy her mind from her sweet, loving brother fighting to keep the monster away from them.
Fighting to keep the monster away from his injured packmate, and his undeserving sister.
Winter heard a pained cry-a grunt, really.
Then a hiss.
Then a cracking pop.
Then a horrid, bone chilling scream that made her blood run cold.
When Winter looked, she wished she never did.
She saw the monster overpower her brother, and rip off his arm with its jaws.
Hot blood spurted like a river, flooding the ground and staining grey scales a shade of crimson.
Winter wasn't sure which was louder.
Storm's cry of shock and agony.
Her cry of horror.
Or the monster's twisted chortle, like a beast choking on offal, and drinking her brother's blood.
Thank you for reading!
I half assed this chapter, and was going to have a lot more detail to Storm fighting the Indoraptor. But I wanted to get this chapter out, and wasn't sure when I would be able to properly update.
If anyone is confused on the Indoraptor flipping his shit over Blue, I feel that the Indoraptor sees Blue as a negative entity of overall bad shit. He associates Blue with the worst of the worst, and in smelling E on her, jumped the gun and assumed Blue killed E.
I was actually rereading parts of E's sex scene with the Indoraptor, and realized he's a fucking psychopath, so I wanted to incorporate his mental instability more in the story.
Like so:
1. E being with the Indoraptor does not magically cure him of mental illness. E can help the Indoraptor heal and get better, but it does not mean E's mere presence and support is a cure all. The Indoraptor can relapse and become a real danger.
2. E is not safe with the Indoraptor. The Indoraptor can easily become obsessive. E is not immune to the Indoraptor's violent nature just because she's nice to him. Harming E may not be his intention, but there is always that risk of E getting hurt.
3. The Indoraptor is sadistic, and has difficulty separating true sexual intimacy from sexual violence and domination (which would probably borderline, if not be rape). I noticed this when rereading bits of the sex scene. The Indoraptor was tempted to toy with E like she was a little play thing or a prey item to just use. It may not be his intention to use her or sexually hurt her, but the temptation was clearly there. So I have no doubt his attack on Blue would have been both to physically harm and sexually assault.
The Indoraptor is not a mentally sound animal, and I just feel like I should write him a bit different with he doesn't have E around to basically be his security blanket.
I have read all the reviews so far, and sadly didn't get time to respond to them all, since some were in great detail.
That being said, I can only imagine the Indoraptor's reaction to E eventually returning. I'm unsure if he would be relieved, or would see her returning either with a gaggle of males (or smelling like a bunch of males) as a betrayal.
That being said, I have a soft spot for Storm.
Storm is best boi.
Please feel free to give your thoughts!
Stay safe!