by Hopeflower » Fri Apr 06, 2012 1:58 pm
Steeltalon gradually came to, first noticing the unique reek of the mutant pack was all around her. The unnatural tang to their scent made her already uneasy stomach churn as her head throbbed. Slowly, she became aware that her head wasn't the only thing that hurt - just about everything did. Muscles screamed with agony at the mere thought of trying to move, and light proved just as painful when she managed to open one eye the slightest bit. She swallowed a whimper of despair and tried to regain some mental control. Okay...so Riptide's pack found me, and I'm probably going to die. But that doesn't mean I can't at least take some of them with me, right? she asked herself, hearing soft footsteps coming closer.
"Who are you?" a young voice whispered curiously. Steeltalon opened one eye to see a pair of deep blue ones, wide with childish curiosity, fixed on her. The youngster couldn't have been even a year old - she was so small. And she wasn't a mutant; she didn't have that harsh smell to her, she was a plain pale gray in color, and her eyes...Steeltalon had never been able to explain it, but she'd seen it in her own eyes, in her reflection. There was a kind of dark gleam in the eyes of a mutant, more apparent in those who drank the tainted water. "Madness," she suddenly recalled her father saying, having seen his parents - pure mutants, tainted by the water they'd drunk - dissolve into insane, babbling, squabbling shadows of their former selves. "Though they may seem calm, just beneath the surface...there's an uncontrollable, irrational anger. Danger, to themselves and others." Why Riptide wasn't just a drooling, shrieking creature by now, she wasn't sure...and furthermore, what was a normal raptor hatchling doing here?
Steeltalon's tongue felt as dry as beach sand, but she swallowed hard and managed to whisper back hoarsely, "Steeltalon. Where am I?" "I can't say," the hatchling hissed, sounding frightened. "If I tell you anything, Vertigo told me she'd eat me alive." That sounds like Vertigo alright, the half-mutant thought grimly. "Can I at least get your name?" she murmured, feeling even the minimal effort of making conversation tire her out. "Silver," the young raptor hissed, just as a familiar voice behind Steeltalon barked, "Silver! What did I tell you about talking to her?" Silver's eyes widened in fear and she stammered, "I-I-I'm s-sorry, Vertigo." The little raptor scampered away, leaving Steeltalon alone with Riptide's second-in-command.
Vertigo padded around to stand in front of the defeated half-mutant and stood looking down at her with narrowed, cold blue eyes. "This time," she growled, "I won't fail to rip you open." As the cruel gray female padded away, probably to go torture hatchlings somewhere, Steeltalon's eyes focused on her killer claws and her scar gave a twinge of phantom pain.
Xanthe had returned some time ago, to see an amusing situation. Alira was standing on Cirrus's back, her tiny, still-unstable legs straining to make her taller as she snapped at a dragonfly that was buzzing around her head in taunting circles, just out of her reach. Cirrus gave a high-pitched, irritated growl whenever her tiny toes dug into his ribs. Savarna was watching the whole scene through amused but watchful sky blue eyes, making sure neither sibling got hurt during this little misadventure. Beside them rested the remains of what looked like a torn-up Oviraptor, foolish enough to attempt a grab at one of the pack's young, and now food for those same hatchlings.
"Gotta have a little sadness once in a while so you know when the good times come."
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"The future is always uncertain and painful but it must be lived." ~ Unknown