#masranii

It had been nearly seven years since she found about InGen’s experiments. Seven years since she had tried to destroy the files on mixing human and dinosaur DNA. And seven years of being trapped in this form. Not that she minded all that much. Things could have been worse, right? She could be dead…. Though the pain she had went through during the procedure was enough to make someone want to be dead. She shook her head at the thought. She had been their first successful experiment. The first hybrid. Able to switch between forms of a raptor and of a human, though only if you had the controls. Which she did, thanks to her befriending one of the scientists that helped her escape… She had been too smart for her own good. Both raptor and human intelligence, not to mention the stubbornness that she held in both forms. It hadn’t been good for her handlers.

She shook her head, clearing it. No need to think about that now. This was her new life. Surviving on this island, alone. Raptors were pack animals…. and here she was without a pack. It made hunting a bit more difficult, but it also made the reward that much sweeter, not having to share.

She was on the trail of an escaped pig, weaving in and out of the trees as she rushed after it. Though when she heard a sound that she hadn’t heard for a long while, she skidded to a hult, tilting her head and listening closely.

Footsteps.

Not dinosaur, but human…. and they were coming on quickly…. Running.

PuAnother sound came to her, other raptors, barking…. hunting. Two at the least. Great. Didn’t humans know to stay away from the island? This was /their/ land now. But she was human…. Once. She couldn’t just let raptors rip a fellow human being apart, even if they were just doing what they needed to do to survive.