[IC] Jurassic Park: Native Resistance

[Jurassic Weeb]

Natsu woke with a Compy perched on his head. The sight would have been amusing to a human, but he found it a bit annoying. True, he'd developed a sort of symbiotic relationship with the scavengers-- they got a free meal, and he got parasites removed-- but it was too early, and he had the nest to think of. He snapped at the smaller carnivore, and it fled into the darkness. Natsu stood up, shaking off. The pack's home was one of the creators' buildings, a big rotunda that was quickly becoming overgrown. He's been hesitant to call this the pack's territory, since, when they came, they had found a disembodied foot from another raptor on the floor. But it was home now, and that was what mattered.

[Deaddlife]

Ungue still wasn't comfortable with this place, the creators had built it, they built things from stone like this all over the island. Having figured out the door handles shortly after arriving in this place Ungue had forgone sleep to skulk around the other rooms. So far he had found nothing recognizable, just strange creator stuff.

The sound of Natsu getting up broke Ungue out of his paranoid exploration, and he turned back to regroup with the pack. But the feeling that there was something else in this place staid with him.

[Lord Zee]

Ratch lifted his bloodied snout to sniff the air. Nothing out of the ordinary so he went back to eating the feral pig that just hadn't been fast enough. He was under the jungle canopy not very far from the nest, which was strangely one of the creators buildings. He was a fast paced raptor and didn't care much for sleep besides when he crashed, so that's why he was already up in the morning sunlight. He realized that the others would be up soon so it was best for him to get going back. After all he was a vital member of the pack.

[Jurassic Weeb]

Natsu wasn't in the mood to eat what was left of the pack's last meal (a Gallimimus they had to drag from the plains). By now, the Compies had probably hollowed out the torso, eating what organs were left. He wanted fresh game, something he would have to work for.

[Deaddlife]

It took a moment or two for Ungue to figure out he had to pull the doors open when going the other way through this place, but soon enough he returned to the large room where Natsu had been sleeping. He gave Natsu a curt nod than looked at him expectantly, awaiting word from the alpha.

[Lord Zee]

Ratch arrived at the building and found his way in by using a broken window. What ever happened here had damaged most of the building and left it to be overcome by the jungle. Eventually he found his way to the main chambers and walked in. He saw both Ungue and Natsu. He waited then, to see what would happen as he cleaned himself.

[Jurassic Weeb]

Natsu gave a warble, akin to an oversized songbird. The others were out, so he would wait until they returned to begin hunting.

[Lord Zee]

Mar then entered the chamber. Ratch looked at her inquisitively. For raptor standards, she was a suitable mate. He chirped at her and in return she gave a small warble. Ratch cocked his head to the side and stared at Mar..

[Deaddlife]

Despite the relaxed air of the pack, Ungue was somewhat ill at ease, every moment they staid in this creator place felt like a risk. Waiting for Natsu to properly wake up and for Mar and Ratch to finish their morning ritual, Ungue sniffed, there was a new scent on the the wind... food?

[Jurassic Weeb]

Natsu caught the scent as well, and it sent chills through his body. Memories that had been buried began surfacing-- locked in a cage, barely big enough for the growing raptor to stand... seasickness as he was transported from what the humans called Site B... shocked and prodded into a holding pen. He let out an alarm call, partly due to the memories. The Creators were back.

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Doctor Henry Wu analyzed his first specimen: a Compsognathus one of the InGen Security mercenaries had killed. A thumb-sized trio of bullet holes were in the torso, but that wasn't what was on his mind. He needed to catalogue every animal, and take DNA samples. What intrigued him most was the Compy's coloration: bright green, with brown stripes. The ones they had bred rarely exhibited scales of mutes green or brown. "Damned chaotician was right," he chuckled. "Life found a way."

[Deaddlife]

Ungue twisted the scent around and around in his mind, so familiar and yet he couldn't properly place it, but before he could remember it himself he was interrupted by Natsu. Having been born over a year after Natsu, Ungue had forced himself to accept him as the alpha male, but hearing his call of alarm always spoke to that hidden desire, but Natsu didn't spook for no reason. Ungue nodded to Natsu, awaiting command.

[Lord Zee]

Ratch was too busy staring at Mar to pay any attention to the new smell. He didn't even care for that matter as the object of his attention was standing right there. So close but so far away. He was so transfixed on Mar it would take a miracle for him to snap out of it.

[Jurassic Weeb]

Natsu let out a growl. They needed to scout, find out where the humans were. Were they a threat? Or something that would be taken care of as easily as a weak, injured intruder? He barked at Ungue. If there was more than one human, a smaller group would attract less attention.

[Deaddlife]

At his alphas' command Ungue charged into the dense jungle outside of the creator building, following the scent upwind. As the source of the scent neared it branched out into its participants whom were more numerous than Ungue had expected, large than that of the pack by more than twice. Suddenly the wind changed, dragging away the path he had been following. Stopping for only a moment to double check his bearings he began to creep forward, alert to any movement or sound.

[Jurassic Weeb]

Natsu followed close behind. His instincts screamed for him to run, or kill. However, he knew he had the pack counting on him. He had to keep calm. The humans had organized on the beach, and seemed too busy to notice the raptors watching them from the brush.

[Deaddlife]

Memory sluggishly returned itself to Ungue, distorted by the youth he had pushed aside. These creatures were creators! They had birthed everything on this island! Stunned by this realization Ungue turned to Natsu, completely unsure of himself.

[Lord Zee]

Ratch let his sight falter on Mar and watched the other two Raptors leave in a hurry. After a second he followed close behind. He smelled something faint, like a whisper of a memory long past somehow familiar, somehow not. He reached the destination and looked to see creators on the beach? How delightful, he never had human before.

[Jurassic Weeb]

There was a purring growl from the rail on the upper balcony. Angel perched quietly, surveying her packmates. Natsu was gone, and by his scent, he was upset.

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Natsu retreated back into the foliage, and snapped his jaws at Ratch. He knew food was on the other male's mind, but they couldn't run in, even if one was separated from the group. He knew what their guns could do-- he still had a bullet in the base of his tail from where a human had shot him the year prior-- and charging out there would spell near-certain doom.

[Deaddlife]

Ungue didn't register Ratch appearing, memories of living in a cage were flooding his mind. Years of living in a confined little building, being fed only when the creators willed it, being shocked every time he tried to learn of the walls which held him. Trembling slightly, Ungue took a step back, still looking at Natsu for some form of reassurance.

[Lord Zee]

It was not the first time Ratch would be snapped at, probably not the last but still he let out a low growl and stepped back from Natsu. He dipped his head to the floor. His curiosity was teeming, he wanted to see them up close again and quite possibly sample from them. For now he would be submissive and wait.