Warning: Potentially disturbing content due to the Indoraptor being a psychopath with a fetish for sadistic dominance and inflicting pain on others AKA Storm abuse.
I apologize for not updating anything much. I'm busy with work, so finding time to write is rather hard.
I was going to write about E, but it became Blue and company focused.
Winter couldn't bring herself to move.
She couldn't bring herself to defend her brother.
Her dearest brother.
Her only brother.
Her body felt cold and frozen, as if made of ice and stone.
She couldn't breathe.
She couldn't move.
Her thoughts stopped.
The vision that her eyes were seeing didn't seem real.
They seemed distant, and hazy, like a vision shrouded in mist.
Or the confusing haze when she was between wake and sleep.
Red swelled her vision, the iron of fresh blood clouded her nares.
Blood surged forth like an enraged volcano, pooling and dampening the earth. Staining her brother's hazy scales. His chest, his belly, his flank, his other arm.
Storm's eyes were wide in shock, and horror.
At first, he didn't know what happened.
He didn't even feel the pain-register the pain.
He just felt needles, a crushing sensation, a pressure.
He heard a pop-felt a pop-followed by an intense relief of pressure.
Then he felt numbness, followed by warmth.
A lot of warmth, spreading and enveloping his flesh, warm and almost comforting.
And then he saw the monster above him, chewing upon something, gurgling and choking in dark hisses. He saw its jagged and gnarled teeth chew upon his arm.
Watched it crunch the bones in his arm.
Watched it drink the blood and have excess fall from between caged teeth.
Watched it swallow his arm.
His arm.
A part of his body.
Storm realized with horror-that he was being torn apart and eaten alive.
Being eaten alive by a monster that threatened his pack.
Storm's scales blanched a pallor hue in raw, unfiltered terror, eyes white and wide, pupils swallowing his irises and being consumed by a sheen of wet. His body shook, and trembled, breathing swift and labored in panic.
His arm was a stump!
His arm was a stump!
It was running red!
Running red!
Running red!
The monster looked down at the once fiery male, now turned scared and helpless, like a hatchling.
The Indoraptor lowered his head, nared flaring, predatory eyes rimmed red with rage and madness. His scarred lips twisted into a mangled, unnatural grin, bloodied teeth flashing. His amber eyes were alight with excited malice, and sadism.
Pleasure swelled within his chest.
Pleasure upon seeing the other male in such horror-terror.
Weak.
Vulnerable.
Under his control.
The twisted hybrid lowered his jaws towards the grey scaled male's bloody and mangled stump. His breath escaped in hot puffs and danced along Storm's wound and blood soaked scales. Storm writhed, and wiggled, attempting to squirm and flee.
A taloned hand held him in place.
A large, rough tongue lapped and licked and suckled upon what remained of his limb. The jagged teeth scraped and bit-but not to kill, nor cause more harm than needed.
It was to cause pain.
And it was slow, and torturous.
Storm would have cried out, had his breath not been caught in his lungs.
Instead, his mouth was agape in a silent scream, tears of agony running down his scaled cheeks.
And when he did breathe, his breaths were harsh and labored, muscles pulling tight over his ribs.
His legs kicked and weakly twitched and spasmed, contorting in dark horror.
The Indoraptor continued to suckle and nip and lick, nares flaring intently, eagerly. His arteries pulsed with excitement, visible upon his powerful forearms.
Pulsed, and swelled, and grew.
Thickened.
Became potent.
An erection had formed between the Indoraptor's thighs, pulsing and throbbing, eager and ready.
Angry, and lazily dribbling fluid.
It was a sight that made Storm realize how dark and twisted this monster was.
He was going to eaten alive, all while being this monster's mate-toy.
...Where was Winter?
...Where was his sister?
...Did she leave him?
...Storm didn't want to be alone.
...He was scared.
Storm was so terrified, he urinated himself.
...Why did Sister leave him?
Move!
Move!
Move!
Why wasn't she moving?!
The monster was attacking her brother!
And she couldn't move!
She couldn't move!
Wouldn't move!
Why?
Her brother needed her!
Storm needed her!
But why wasn't she helping?
Why was she just standing there?
Doing nothing?
Blue was hurt.
Storm was hurt.
And...She was doing nothing to help.
Just standing and staring.
Because she was scared.
Too scared to help her injured brother.
Too scared to risk her own life, when her brother risked his.
At lost last, Winter willed herself to move.
Though she did not move forward.
She moved backwards.
Away from Blue.
Away from Storm.
Away from the monster.
The white scaled sister turned, and fled in panic, shrieking in fright.
The Indoraptor's quilled head snapped upon hearing the bleating of the female, the retreat of swift feet.
In a harrowing squeal, the hybrid gave chase to his fleeing quarry, stumbling awkwardly and foolishly with his raging arousal.
Storm and Blue were left alone, currently forgotten.
When Blue awoke, she felt nothing but a throbbing, pulsing yet sharp pain in her head.
Her whole head hurt.
Her ears hurt.
Her snout hurt.
Her jaw hurt.
Her neck hurt.
Everything hurt.
Slowly, hesitantly, she rose, and grunted in discomfort.
She felt bruises and cuts on her body.
Felt her own blood drying upon her scales, clinging to her as if a second skin.
She smelled blood in the air, fresh and thick.
Blood and urine.
Her gaze turned towards the source, and a squawk escaped the grey scaled female. Blue shook herself, forced herself to awaken and muster her strength to move swiftly forward, feet ungracefully pattering towards Storm.
Storm...What happened?
Blue lowered herself, nares flaring and eyes flicking, scanning over her packmate. She saw the missing, bloody limb.
Storm lay there in a pool of his own blood and urine, eyes open and wide, unblinking and trembling.
Alive.
Blue found herself exhaling with relief.
This time she woke, and all her packmates were not dead.
Not like her sisters.
It was a good feeling, despite the situation.
The blue striped sister paused to look around, keen and alert, on edge.
Her attention turned back towards Storm, whom she nudged, and prodded, attempting to stir and urge to rise. Blue didn't realize how snore and bloody her own snout was until now.
Storm flinched, and twisted away from her touch.
He chirped and squeaked like a chick.
Blue pressed her snout against his, aligning her eyes with his.
Attempting to get Storm to focus, and realize.
It was her.
It was Blue.
Not the monster.
Storm's eyes stared mindlessly at her, unblinking and unfocused.
A rumble of fatigue, and concern escaped the female.
Once more, then thrice, Blue nudged her snout against Storm's own, a clicking trill riveting from her throat.
The noise seemed to snap Storm out of his trance, for his pupils focused, and narrowed, gaze falling upon Blue.
Blue and not the monster.
A friend and not a beast.
Storm was relieved to see an ally.
But they were not safe.
He knew.
Fear and adrenaline blocked out the pain.
He needed to rise.
To get up.
To live.
He may have lost an arm, may have lost blood.
May have felt weak.
But he was not dead.
Not yet.
He could have time to die later.
Just...Just not now...
...Not now...
Blue watched as Storm grunted, and struggled to rise.
His legs were shaking.
His breath was swift.
His grey scales were two shades two dull and pale.
When Storm rose-he almost fell.
Would have fallen, had Blue not aided him in keeping balance with the support of her head.
Storm did not seek to leave Blue's support so swiftly.
She felt so warm.
Everything else felt so cold.
It felt nice.
She felt nice.
But now was not the time to be warm.
Now was the time to find somewhere safe, and be away from the monster.
Wherever it was.
Wherever his sister was.
Hopefully Winter was safe.
For now, Blue and Storm needed to focus on saving themselves.
Blue kept a careful eye on Storm as they moved.
Their progress was slow, and with Storm, slower.
For as much as Blue felt horrible, and weak, her male packmate seemed worse.
His gait was unsteady, and several times did he bump into the rough bark of trees, and lean upon them to find strength, and recover.
Blue briefly wondered if she should just leave Storm to whatever predator would finish him off.
He killed Bravo, after all.
He killed her mate.
Her hero.
Her future.
Her equal.
Killed him and ate him.
But then Blue would be alone.
And she didn't want to be alone.
Not again.
Not ever.
The pair found an earthen den, protected by rock. It was too small for the monster to get inside, but just big enough that they could fit.
The rocky crags that protected the den were coated with scraps of thick, course fur of white, grey and tawny brown.
Within the darkness and the earth in the den's bowels, Storm and Blue found themselves huddled together, feeding upon the hapless occupants of the den.
Wolf pups.
The helpless little creatures were torn apart by ravenous, desperate predators.
Monsters that showed no mercy, nor care.
Just instinctive hunger.
Just survival.
For the pups, it was a slaughter.
Their high pitched whines and cries ceased as they were eaten alive from the plump bellies. Others were crushed, and swallowed whole.
For the raptors, it was an easy meal.
They were too tired and injured to care about the consequences of them being in another's den.
That could come at a different time.
Now, they could rest and recover.
Storm was still trembling despite Blue's tongue being more caring and gentle.
She did not lick for malice, nor sadism. She sought to clean and aid.
The grey male's lips peeled back in a pained grimace, though he bit not.
He did not seek to chase the last living sister away.
Storm wanted her near.
He wanted her heat, her warmth.
He just wanted to lay beside her, and rest.
And that was what he was doing, in the dark of the den.
Blue was unsure how she felt about Storm snuggling up to her, purring weakly...But at least it felt nice.
And in the darkness of the den, Blue could at least pretend it was Bravo that was by her side, and not his killer.
Yes.
Pretending was always nice.
Blue would pretend until the sounds of movement came from outside.
Barking.
Growling.
Howling.
The wolf pack returned.
Blue's pretending was over.
As I mentioned in Beautifully Broken, I am writing an AU of the sex scene between E and the Indoraptor where the Indoraptor simply never leaves her alone. It's mainly my excuse to write mature scenes and explore characters.
I was thinking of making a series of mature works/sexual themes based on the characters, and various couplings (real or not) in Broken Raptors. Mainly because I feel a lot of potential couples were glossed over or simply never happened and I would have liked to explore them more. Or just basic character interactions in general.
This chapter was almost going to end differently with Winter fighting the Indoraptor, rather than fleeing. But Winter's character turned into a chicken. I was also debating about the scene with Storm and the Indoraptor being a lot darker, but decided Best Boi Storm didn't deserve that treatment.
I do like writing the Indoraptor as such, because it shows just how sick and disgusting his mind is from his abuse and upbringing.
Broken Raptors is a very dark and gritty work, and I filter and tone it down a lot. So when things get too dark, I turn to Beautifully Broken for fluff and for the Indoraptor being a daddy and being in a much healthier state of mind compared to this counterpart.
So that's partly why I'm slow to update Broken Raptors from time to time.
I just need more fluffy shit.
Either way, thank you for supporting this shitty story and putting up with my rambling and shitty characters!