#thercptorsquad

      the timberland green velociraptor is not in the mood.       their training for the day had ended shortly before the       sun began to go down, giving them enough time to play       & enjoy themselves in the compound. while delta’s       patience was usually at a higher level than the others,       something just seemed to be off. she didn’t want to be       bothered—didn’t want to interact with the sisters.

           upon hearing the quiet creek of a few snapped branches,            the raptor remains on the ground, eyes opening just enough            to get a look at the sibling standing before her. jaw opens            slightly, just enough to let out an irate chitter to question            what she wants.

It wasn’t unusual for Blue to be in a bad mood. It would be more uncommon for the older woman to not be in some sort of sour mood, but on that particular day she was even more so.

Echo had left her in a state of utter frustration and irritation, her younger sister once more trying to take the reins with ‘leading’ the family. It drove her mad! The younger woman thought she knew everything, that she had the answer for everything, but Blue knew that she was no better off than herself.

Fingers drumming almost painfully against the hard surface of the wooden table, Blue tried to focus on the new policy pamphlet that the park had created for ACU members, but she managed to do nothing more than glaring at the papers. Really, if her stare could burn, she would have scorched holes through the small stack long ago.

Two gives a little growl-turned hiss. She's eating the side of beef tossed haphazardly into her enclosure; claw like fingers stained with coagulated blood and tiny bits of fat and flesh.

      Hey, whoa-- Hey.

     No matter what else was going on in his life, Owen could always count on one thing. Every morning, his girls would be there, in their paddock, waiting. He was happy about that absolute, though that was the only absolute thing about them. They were unpredictable and wild, but they listened to him. 

     He arrived early that morning, after heading straight over from his bungalow. Running a hand through his short, brown hair, he mentally went over his to-do list for training for the day. Nodding a hello to the guys who handled the pigs, Owen lumbered over to a spot that was just out of sight. He wanted to check on his girls and see how they were doing before he began his tasks. He observed them quietly, trying to get a feel for their mood.