That much is immediately apparent to the elder Tyrannosaur when she awakens to find herself in captivity - again, but not in the paddock with which she's become familiar. She can perceive this fact before she's fully awake, before she opens her eyes, before she listens and smells. Instinct alone tells her, and her defenses are already fully raised by the time she stirs.
The next thing that becomes apparent is the sound - a hissing, and she draws herself up to stand within the enclosure as she attempts to determine the source. It sounds like prey, and she sniffs intensely, swinging her head around and along the ground in an attempt to locate it. When the sound passes without resolution, she lets out a low rumbling growl, agitatedly dragging the claws of one of her hind legs along the ground. Of course, she didn't come up with nothing from her inspection; It allowed her to discern that there is food present, and that swiftly becomes her new focus. Still injured from her recent fight and in need of the strength, she tears into the fresh kill ravenously.
With that polished off, she begins nudging her head along the side of the container. It doesn't hurt her the way the electrified paddock would... so, with her back parallel to the ground, she lowers her head and shoves at it. It gives a bit when she does, so she shoves it again. And again.
And then she's free, her thundering steps stomping out of the ruined structure. She stops and swings her massive head back and forth, surveying the area. The compound is nearby, near enough that anyone outside should be able to spot what is very clearly an immense dinosaur, but in the other direction is wide open territory.
So, she lets out one immense roar, which could be taken as a warning or a challenge depending on your own inclinations, and turns away from the compound. Of course, she's certainly likely to cross paths with anyone who may have decided to move beyond the compound's fences. (Ominous emphasis on move.)
Left behind, in the dirt among the wreckage of the container, is a tranquilizer gun... if anyone would be so inclined as to look.
Rexy | open to anyone who thinks this is a good idea
That much is immediately apparent to the elder Tyrannosaur when she awakens to find herself in captivity - again, but not in the paddock with which she's become familiar. She can perceive this fact before she's fully awake, before she opens her eyes, before she listens and smells. Instinct alone tells her, and her defenses are already fully raised by the time she stirs.
The next thing that becomes apparent is the sound - a hissing, and she draws herself up to stand within the enclosure as she attempts to determine the source. It sounds like prey, and she sniffs intensely, swinging her head around and along the ground in an attempt to locate it. When the sound passes without resolution, she lets out a low rumbling growl, agitatedly dragging the claws of one of her hind legs along the ground. Of course, she didn't come up with nothing from her inspection; It allowed her to discern that there is food present, and that swiftly becomes her new focus. Still injured from her recent fight and in need of the strength, she tears into the fresh kill ravenously.
With that polished off, she begins nudging her head along the side of the container. It doesn't hurt her the way the electrified paddock would... so, with her back parallel to the ground, she lowers her head and shoves at it. It gives a bit when she does, so she shoves it again. And again.
And then she's free, her thundering steps stomping out of the ruined structure. She stops and swings her massive head back and forth, surveying the area. The compound is nearby, near enough that anyone outside should be able to spot what is very clearly an immense dinosaur, but in the other direction is wide open territory.
So, she lets out one immense roar, which could be taken as a warning or a challenge depending on your own inclinations, and turns away from the compound. Of course, she's certainly likely to cross paths with anyone who may have decided to move beyond the compound's fences. (Ominous emphasis on move.)
Left behind, in the dirt among the wreckage of the container, is a tranquilizer gun... if anyone would be so inclined as to look.