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Welcome to Isla Sorna: Be the Raptor Quest

Do You Want to be Male or Female?

  • Male

    Votes: 14 37.8%

  • Female

    Votes: 6 16.2%

  • Let the Roll Decide

    Votes: 17 45.9%
  • Total voters
    37
  • Poll closed .
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Okay, I'm just letting you guys know that I edited the chapter a little. I hyperlinked an image that closely resembled what I imagine with the 'Thorn-Hand' beast into part of the chapter and added a Write-In Action Response for anyone that decides they want to do something rather than eat.

Also, I am working on a Iguandon InGen File I will put up when it's done. Er, in case I didn't convey the right mental image with the description given in the chapter, the Thorn-Hand is an Iguanadon.
 
[X] The brain

It's full of delicious fat and nutrients.

Kind of hoping we see some Quetzalcoatls one day. Preferably from a distance though, given our likely overlap with their preferred list of prey items.

Oh, and I say we take one of the Iguanadon's thumbspikes to play with. We'll start making tools at some point, like containers or scratching-sticks or what have you.
 
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If someone could please tally the votes, it would be much appreciated. Thanks. I will try to have the next part out sometime soon.
 
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Chapter 3:6
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    • Chapter Three: Part Six
    Iguandnom!

    Soundtrack: N/A
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    As you race your siblings down to the forest floor, the Grown of the pack take their positions around the kill. Mother and Father rest together on top of the marred haunch of the corpse, sharing the most choice portions of the kill. Second-Female pops the eyes out of their sockets with a practiced motion of her tongue before swallowing them whole and moving onto her preferred innard meat of the kill. Second-Male went straight for the pink innards nipping and tearing portions off and consuming them, before going back in to grab more.
    Thump
    The three Grown Sisters each take to tearing away at the muscle and fat at different areas on the kill. Slack Jaw finds a good spot to tear away at on the beast's shoulder, stripping and consuming hide already damaged during the hunt before pulling out muscle hidden underneath. Scar-Snout rips into the jugular of the carcass, making a hole that she keeps making larger with every portion she consumes. Scar-Scales rips into the kill from the area where the beast's tail meets the body, pulling and tearing into the meat and innards that exist there.

    It almost startles you, despite constant retellings by the pack Grown, just how quickly the pack consumes the prey. Still, you trot forward amongst your siblings and look for spots to dive into the prey. The majority of your siblings join Second-Male and Second-Female in their consumption of the innards of the chest and midsection, though taking care to avoid getting in their way. One or two are not cautious enough and get warned by a soft growl. Not you though, you want to get at the head innard meat this time. You had heard from the Grown that there is an innard meat inside the head that is really good, but is also really hard to get at. They save that part for when there is time to get to it, if there is time. Not you though, you have a plan to get at that head meat.
    Thump
    You sidle past Scar-Snout, and start nipping and clawing at the back of the kill's head. You consume what you tear away, and dig deeper and deeper into the carcass. Soon, you reach bone and the gaps of space that allow food and breathe into the body. You attempt to wriggle into the these gaps, but cannot seem to fit your whole body in. You back out, after several failed attempts at entry this way, and think up another quick plan.

    You cleanse yourself as best as you can of the coat of gore that built up on your upper body from the failed attempt, and look at the empty eye sockets of the carcass. It's obvious now that it is not big enough for your body to fit through, but you think it might be possible to fit your head inside. You think this might work, and you still want to feed on the head meat. Sure you have filled up a bit on the neck/head hide and meats but you want that head innard meat and it cannot be that far inside from the eyes...right?
    Thump
    You claw and dig your head into the eye socket, consuming more and more of the bits that you pry free of the kill. You finally manage to dig a big enough space to fit your head in, so you attempt to shove your head into the gory space. You only manage to fit your snout though. You curse inwardly at another failure before evaluating just how full you feel, and judge a third attempt to be not worth the effort. You lick what you can of yourself clean, before climbing onto the carcass to get bathed by Mother or Father after they finish their part of the meal.

    It does not take you long to notice that you are among the first of your siblings to finish eating, surprisingly. Some of your siblings, such as Silver Sister and Bright, Dark Gray Sister, squabbling over different parts of the kill soon after getting into the kill, which distracts them. Others, Gray Brother most notably, are just slower eaters than you. Of course among the three already done eating is your rival, Stone Sister, who is currently just lounging in a low hanging branch overhead. The other two who are also done eating are Gray Sister and Light Gray Brother.
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    A loud roar echoes across the clearing from the same spot where the Thorn-Hand (Iguanodon) came from making the Grown automatically stop their eating and turn in that direction, before splitting the pack's attention in every direction. Everyone is tense, each of the Grown ready to scoop up the closest of your siblings and get out of the clearing. Stone Sister drops from her lounging spot onto Second-Male, readying herself for whatever happens next.

    Motion on the opposite end of the clearing from where the Thorn-Hand entered grabs your eye, before Father plucks you off the kill with his jaws and grabs onto Gray Sister. He is sprinting out of the clearing, and as you look behind him you can see the rest of the pack following him. You can not see Mother, so you assume she is leading with Light Gray Brother and another of your siblings in her grasp. You force yourself to turn your gaze to where the motion you noticed was, and are stunned by the sight of jungle scaled Giants.

    Choose an Interlude POV
    [X] Mother
    [X] Father
    [X] Second Male
    [X] Slack Jaw
    [X] Scar-Snout

    QM Note:
    Alright so that is the end of the triple crit fail. See, not so bad. We just lost the nesting clearing so we have to relocate the entire pack, but that was probably going to happen anyways with the kill having literally fallen into your laps. I figure that right about now is a good time for an interlude that covers the relocation of the pack. If someone finds a soundtrack that fits this chapter, could you let post here inside a spoiler. I'm kinda having trouble finding one I feel fits. Anyways, hope you enjoy! Happy Belated Halloween!

    Deadline is November 6th, 2015 at 7:00pm (EST).

    Rolls:
    RandomLurker rolled a one for Carnivore Encounter (Mated Pair of Two-Claws with Young)
    AnimalKrazed rolled a one for Two-Claw Hatchlings Present
     
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    • [X] Father

    Aww...no brain-meats?

    Running sounds very good right now.

    Hey, OP, how soon do you think we'll be able to do non-raptory things? This has been interesting, good writing, but too many slices of life can get a little unhealthy.
     
    Lazurman said:
    Hey, OP, how soon do you think we'll be able to do non-raptory things? This has been interesting, good writing, but too many slices of life can get a little unhealthy.
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    I Have Been Summoned!
    *Much better without the smoke*
    Probably the next write-in option, judging by the excitement over that sort of thing. All it takes is you guys voting to try and make a tool or a toy and non-raptor things will escalate from there.
     
    Voting Closed.
    If someone could please tally the votes, it would be much appreciated. Thanks. I will try to have the next part out sometime soon.
     
    Calling All Rollers
    Got a small roll this time, a single 1d8. Just thought I would let you know.

    Thanks for the roll Night_Stalker, it is appreciated as usual. Also, I just thought I would say this now to ALL my readers. This month is a busy month for me, with five separate projects and essays I need to complete for university so writing may possibly slowdown.
     
    Okay, lets do this...
    Hopefully better then last time.

    Edit: Much better then my last throw for this quest, but not the best.
    Smugraptor threw 1 8-faced dice. Reason: 1 Total: 4
    4 4
     
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    Sorry I have been away from writing for so long. University was nuts, got time consuming hobbies, blah blah blah. You know the usual stuff, life got in the way.

    The primary reason I'm only getting back to you guys now is...well. My muse went from story writing mode into world building mode. I actually have names and personalities for all the raptors in all of the packs now. That's about twenty characters you guys haven't even met yet. Alongside character development, I was....fiddling with the creatures in the background. Expect some of the dinosaurs to be...weird/crazy/scary. The next update comes this week.
    I also made the raptor equivalent to hell, and a 'devil' species. Enjoy that.
    Edit: Lazurman, don't worry I didn't forget about you. Next update has lost its slice of life flavour. :evil:
     
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    Chapter 3: Interlude 1
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    • Chapter Three: Interlude Interlude
    Second Male POV

    Soundtrack: Ominous Wind Instrumental

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    'By the Moon above, why did we not see this coming,' you rave to yourself. 'It was obvious, in foresight* that the Thorn-Hand (Iguanodon) had not just stumbled upon the nesting grounds by accident. The Two Claws (Rexes) had driven it there and used you to finish it off. It was the easy thing to do, it was the smart thing to do. May the Lights above judge me,' you continue to mentally punish yourself, 'find me wanting, and send my bones to The Place of Whispers (Carnotaur Hunting Grounds); the wounds on the prey's hide when it showed itself in the clearing should have given away the plot.'

    "Where are we going?" Little Stone Sister chitters quietly, breaking the near silent air. 'Something about the silence does not feel right,' you note before actually comprehending its significance. The soft conversation of the hatchlings, insect song, and the soft rattling of bones and branches above is the only sound around you in the lowering presence of the Moon.

    You snap your head back and forth, head aching in pain from both the speed of the motion and from the coming storm you can sense, taking in the Silent Talk going on between your packmates. You take special notice of how they are unaware of the deadly silence. Withdrawing your internal urge to snarl, you hiss, "Stay quiet. We are in danger."

    Your adorable little little sister communicates her acknowledgements through the Silent Talk on your back, as does your little sibling, Little Silver Sister, as she is carried in your talons. You charge towards Father and Mother at the front of the pack to inform them of what you now know. 'Father has been too focused on Mother and her injuries if he has not noticed this,' you decide, 'Mother can be forgiven for not noticing given she hurt her head pretty badly in the fight with the prey.'

    "First Male," you intone in the Silent Talk, "we are in danger." Father immediately catches onto the seriousness of the situation by your use of his title rather than his relation to you, focusing on you. At any other moment you would have chuffed at how put out Little Pebble Brother looked hanging in Father's mouth**. "We have entered into a Place of Whispers," you signal to him, "we are not safe. The hatchlings are not safe. We need to leave here. Now." Father's pupils shrink in on themselves when he realizes the situation.

    Mother, having listened in on your conversation almost shrieks around Little Stone Brother in her maw. Only the danger that the noise would bring and the presence of her hatchling kept her from shrieking at all.

    Father turns to address the pack of the situation as you and Mother try to keep watch. "We leave for the clearing on our side of the BigRock Pack boundary," he informs them, "Do not separate, we are in bad grounds. We shall arrive there by noon. Do not run. Do not make a sound. No communication save the Silent Language. If you see movement beyond what the wind makes, avoid it at all costs. Most important of all, remember to stay together. Straying from the pack means death."

    You watch your packmates as Father addresses them. It is only at the mention of bad grounds that most of them take a moment to notice the signs. Scar-Snout is the only one who seems to have noticed the signs before Father pointed it out. Second-Female, who you actually expected to have already noticed, honestly seems surprised at them. 'Then again, maybe it isn't so surprising,' you muse to yourself, 'she was not with the hunting party at the time the pack discovered a Place of Whispers and she never believed that such a spiteful, evil place could be.'

    As Father finishes, the pack blinks as one to confirm our reception of his instructions. It's unfortunate that your younger siblings do not have enough of a grasp on the Silent Talk to understand everything. Hopefully they have enough of a grasp on it to understand the severity of the situation.

    The pack clusters together, acknowledging the danger of this place, even as some of your younger siblings chirp questioningly at the Grown carrying them. Just as everyone you care for is pressing into one another, Little Stone Sister's voice hisses through the bones in the high branches, "I'm here." It startles you, because you can feel Little Stone Sister's weight on your back and the voice is most definitely coming from her. You shake yourself of the chill that runs down your tail. You really, really hate this place. "Help me," your voice, you swiftly rebuke that thought since it is not your voice, bellows in the winds as it chills you to the bone.

    Pebble Brother (Main Character) POV
    Pick an Option

    [X] Ask Father about the bones in the branches.
    [X] Ask Father about the voices in the wind.
    [X] Stay quiet and ask questions later.
    [X] Write-In

    QM Note: Meet raptor hell...or at least one version of it. There are a few littered around the island. Don't have a clue what's going on? Good, that's for me to know, and you guys to figure out. Can't hand everything over to you. :p

    I have been researching so much for this quest that I'm pretty proud some of it is coming into use now. Then again, I have posted some of my research around on the site as I learned new information on different topics and such if it fit the thread topic. I guess that means there are clues hidden in various threads, but not much. Just going to say now that the bones in the branches come from an idea sparked by the Butcher Bird. Hope this gets us out of the Slice of Life feeling from the last few chapters.

    Last thing before I leave the deadline date, keep in mind that whatever option you pick takes place while your still in the Place of Whispers. Deadline: June 7th 7:00pm (EDT).

    Anyways, thanks for the patience in regards to this update. I very much appreciate your opinions, so keep the conversation alive in thread. Speculation is welcomed, and if you have theories or ideas on certain things then post them. I look forward to whatever you guys bring. I've been thinking of getting a beta reader lately, so let me know if you want to help me with that.

    * I am having raptors view the past as in front of them and the future as behind them in regards to this quest. The logic behind this is that they can remember the past and so it must be in front of them and the future is unknowable and so must be behind them. With this in mind, know that the terms hindsight and foresight will have swapped meanings. Hindsight will refer to future events and foresight will refer to past events.

    ** I haven't been keeping you guys exactly apprised of the growth rate of the raptor hatchlings. I plan to keep the growth rate something akin to ostriches which grow to similar sizes as JP raptors. As of this point in time, about a month and half from the moment you have hatched, you are about a foot and some inches tall and two feet in length. So just big enough to still be carried around in a Grown's mouth but only just.
     
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