If raptors could skip from one clear thought to the next, hers would be Fuck this shit.
Her pack is dead, killed by the Big Other stalking away from the prey's den, and she feels something like hatred sibilantly hiss through her fangs. Raptors don't feel emotion the way people do but they are loyal, the Pack is everything, you hurt one and the rest will hunt you down (the weakest is part of the Alpha, the Alpha protects and provides with the weakest taking orders, cut off the weakest and you draw the Alpha closer to yourself). The Human Alpha had wanted to hunt down her Pack: she had looked him in the eye as he did when they tried to move her in the iron walls and she shed the blood of prey when he barked at the other prey to Shoot, shoot her!
Words mean nothing. Calls do. Shoot. A prey's command to Attack.
This one has no Pack but the prey is many. Lots of prey who know Shoot, one raptor with no Pack, one Pack with foolish youngsters. One Big Other who does not know the prey will cry Shoot and rally like raptors.
She sinks back into the shadows, careful to remain downwind and stock-still in the shadowed ruins of the shed she broke out of earlier, watching. There is no linear thought process but the fragments of what she remembers coalesce into a whole, so for now she does not approach although all her sore limbs twitch in eagerness (diekillhuntPackhuntkill) and puts together puzzle pieces of prey-with-SHOOT-fangs and the Big Other who Needs-To-Die.
The Alpha watches the Pack-Killing Big Other go, and she tries hard to be clever for later.
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Her pack is dead, killed by the Big Other stalking away from the prey's den, and she feels something like hatred sibilantly hiss through her fangs. Raptors don't feel emotion the way people do but they are loyal, the Pack is everything, you hurt one and the rest will hunt you down (the weakest is part of the Alpha, the Alpha protects and provides with the weakest taking orders, cut off the weakest and you draw the Alpha closer to yourself). The Human Alpha had wanted to hunt down her Pack: she had looked him in the eye as he did when they tried to move her in the iron walls and she shed the blood of prey when he barked at the other prey to Shoot, shoot her!
Words mean nothing. Calls do. Shoot. A prey's command to Attack.
This one has no Pack but the prey is many. Lots of prey who know Shoot, one raptor with no Pack, one Pack with foolish youngsters. One Big Other who does not know the prey will cry Shoot and rally like raptors.
She sinks back into the shadows, careful to remain downwind and stock-still in the shadowed ruins of the shed she broke out of earlier, watching. There is no linear thought process but the fragments of what she remembers coalesce into a whole, so for now she does not approach although all her sore limbs twitch in eagerness (diekillhuntPackhuntkill) and puts together puzzle pieces of prey-with-SHOOT-fangs and the Big Other who Needs-To-Die.
The Alpha watches the Pack-Killing Big Other go, and she tries hard to be clever for later.