Post by Dot Dot Dot on Sept 14, 2018 13:39:48 GMT -4
Fresh air filled the raptor's nostrils once more as she slowly moved her scaly legs across the leaf-ridden soil. She absolutely loved the outside! It was a new sensation she had never experienced fully before! No matter how hard she tried, Dot couldn't recall any memory of her walking freely in such a vast place. The only things she could actually remember, much to her dismay, were being forcefully dragged across rough stone, or kept inside a dimly room or cage. But here, she was free to roam! No walls or bars to stop her from moving whichever way she wanted!
The only problem was, she didn't know which way to go. There was all this ground she wanted to explore, but there was so much of it that she didn't know where to start. Dot grunted slightly, catching a faint whiff of something foreign. It was different from the smell of the green up above, or the crunchy brown-orange below. It was, to be blunt, smelly, and despite that, it tickled her stomach. Dot let out a low growl, signalling her growing need to feed.
Now, to locate where the smell had originated from. Hopefully, it was something edible. Dot had tried to chew and swallow some other things before, and they ended up either spat out or giving her crazy pains in her stomach.
Breathing in more, Dot caught the faint smell once more, this time able to pinpoint the direction it was coming from since she hadn't been taken by surprise. Her being as a raptor made a complete 180 degrees, the tail slamming into the bark of a tree and causing her to yelp. Those thick brown bars hurt more than she thought. Once the pain had subsided, which was fortunately quick, Dot started moving, snout up in the air to inhale more of a scent to follow. Her feet stomped on the ground as she walked, making steps loud enough for any being with working ears in the vicinity to hear.
Then, Dot realised something was amiss. The scent was fading, although very gradually. This must've meant that she was going the wrong way, or that the source was getting farther. With as panicked an expression a raptor's face could get, she started sprinting, getting more worried that whatever she was tracking would escape her. She had never felt worry before, and she would've been fascinated by the new feeling she felt if she wasn't so busy being worried.
The smell slowly grew stronger and stronger, reassuring Dot that she had headed the right way, and that she was faster than her prey. By the time it was in sight, the smell had filled Dot's extremely sensitive nostrils to the point where it made her dizzy.
Dot fell sideways, mouth agape to catch what turned out to be a small mammal, crashing through a bush and onto a flattened ground.
She found it strange how there were no roots and very little leaves on the flat ground, oblivious to the concept of a road. Not that she cared, as she had found what she was looking for. It was still squirming in between her teeth, which she quickly fixed by pressing down her jaws a little. The delicious taste of blood filled her taste buds and dripped down her reptilian chin.
Moving her legs, Dot quickly stood up to enjoy the very first prey that she had caught, all on her very own. Granted, it was a small catch, but she had to start somewhere. She was just about to dig in when she saw it.
A human figure. And it caused her to stumble backwards in shock, clunkily crashing back down into dirt.
To rub even more salt into her mental wounds, it turned out that her prey had been resilient enough to squirm out of her jaws of death and escape.
The only problem was, she didn't know which way to go. There was all this ground she wanted to explore, but there was so much of it that she didn't know where to start. Dot grunted slightly, catching a faint whiff of something foreign. It was different from the smell of the green up above, or the crunchy brown-orange below. It was, to be blunt, smelly, and despite that, it tickled her stomach. Dot let out a low growl, signalling her growing need to feed.
Now, to locate where the smell had originated from. Hopefully, it was something edible. Dot had tried to chew and swallow some other things before, and they ended up either spat out or giving her crazy pains in her stomach.
Breathing in more, Dot caught the faint smell once more, this time able to pinpoint the direction it was coming from since she hadn't been taken by surprise. Her being as a raptor made a complete 180 degrees, the tail slamming into the bark of a tree and causing her to yelp. Those thick brown bars hurt more than she thought. Once the pain had subsided, which was fortunately quick, Dot started moving, snout up in the air to inhale more of a scent to follow. Her feet stomped on the ground as she walked, making steps loud enough for any being with working ears in the vicinity to hear.
Then, Dot realised something was amiss. The scent was fading, although very gradually. This must've meant that she was going the wrong way, or that the source was getting farther. With as panicked an expression a raptor's face could get, she started sprinting, getting more worried that whatever she was tracking would escape her. She had never felt worry before, and she would've been fascinated by the new feeling she felt if she wasn't so busy being worried.
The smell slowly grew stronger and stronger, reassuring Dot that she had headed the right way, and that she was faster than her prey. By the time it was in sight, the smell had filled Dot's extremely sensitive nostrils to the point where it made her dizzy.
Dot fell sideways, mouth agape to catch what turned out to be a small mammal, crashing through a bush and onto a flattened ground.
She found it strange how there were no roots and very little leaves on the flat ground, oblivious to the concept of a road. Not that she cared, as she had found what she was looking for. It was still squirming in between her teeth, which she quickly fixed by pressing down her jaws a little. The delicious taste of blood filled her taste buds and dripped down her reptilian chin.
Moving her legs, Dot quickly stood up to enjoy the very first prey that she had caught, all on her very own. Granted, it was a small catch, but she had to start somewhere. She was just about to dig in when she saw it.
A human figure. And it caused her to stumble backwards in shock, clunkily crashing back down into dirt.
To rub even more salt into her mental wounds, it turned out that her prey had been resilient enough to squirm out of her jaws of death and escape.
