FEAR'S ONLY A CHOICE | PRIVATE, BLUE

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    Pierce didn't know what to do anymore. He missed Ev, and Lottie, and Robbie, and hell, even Rid, at this point. There were so many people he wished were here today; Witchy, Mie, Eren- childhood friends who were long gone by now, most of them dead. There was no explanation for why he was thinking of all of them all of a sudden, seeing as he hadn't in months, and in Eren's case, almost a year, but the memories kept coming back. Giggling with Witchy over some stupid trick, or proudly showing off a painting to Eren, or even just working alongside Mieczyslaw. He missed sharing tea with Lottie, and taking walks with Rob, and even reading in silence with Riddlersgame. He missed all of them, so, so much, but none of them were ever coming back. Lottie, Witchcraft, Mie, Rid- they were all dead. As for the other two, god only knew where they'd gone.


    Then there was Everett. He hadn't even been gone long, but Pierce missed him most of all. After the night Ev spent at his house- he'd thought they'd be together forever. But, just like that, he was gone. Disappeared without a trace. Pierce had checked his house, the forest, looked in the Cartel's prisons, searched for him for days, but never found a single sign of what may have made him leave. No blood, no note, no signs of a fight. He was just gone, and something told Pierce he was never coming back. So, he'd given up, accepted the fact that he'd be raising their kittens alone. At least he had one person, right? Hana would always be there. She was the one thing he could always rely on.


    It was a cloudy day, with threats of snow that Pierce definitely didn't like. He didn't dislike the snow, but he preferred it when he had some sort of protection so he didn't get soaked and frozen. For now, though, it was relatively dry. A soft sigh escaping his lips as he wandered aimlessly through the forest, the serval paused at the sight of a flower. It was a lovely blue one, somehow having made it through the winter. As he got a closer look, he felt the breath leave his lungs. It was like the ones Everett had made his first flower crown from him, which had long-since wilted, out of. Gently, Pierce reached forward, plucking the little blue bloom from the ground. It almost exactly matched the bandana, which had belonged to his sister, that was wrapped around the strap of his satchel. "Ev," he murmured softly, taking a seat and holding up the flower. He hated this. Hated the gnawing feeling he felt in his heart every time he thought of his boyfriend, how badly it would hurt until it felt like he was about to burst. He had tried, he had tried so hard to push it to the bag of his head, to slap a smile on his face and convince everyone that everything was okay. He had even convinced himself, for a short while, but it was all crashing down on him now. What was he even supposed to do?


    Sorrel. //couldn't tag u on blue's account ooof + sorry this is so bad

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    Emotional connections was something that the raptors didn't exactly have a lot of. They acted somewhat like a bird was if it was adopted to another owner. Some birds would be extremely confused and not know what to do in their new home, and it would take a while before that creature became used to the environment that it was in. Would the bird miss its former owner? Depended on the bird. Now if the raptors were primarily made entirely out of bird DNA, it would probably change the way that they felt about those that were around them. They of course were capable of feeling the same emotions as any other clanner could feel. They felt sadness. Sorrow. Happiness. Curiosity. The raptors just simply showed those emotions in a different manner than what others were used to. Most of the emotions they tried extremely hard to hide because it meant that they were weak and that could spark the pack going into chaos against one another. They had to be mindful of their surroundings and not trust anything that they came across. That was how they acted when they were in containment, and it showed that it was paying off so why change the system they had for themselves already? It was extremely hard to create a emotional bond with feral creatures. Humans have tried to do it for generations after generations. Sometimes they are able to success depending on the behavior of the animal, but there is nothing stopping that animal from turning on its caretaker to try and take them out. The Utahraptors were the same way, as even though there were some food givers that were in the clan right now, it didn't mean that they would never attack another Blizzardclanner in their entire life. Their behavior was more complex than that.


    A way to bond with a raptor was to show them respect, and to act submissive. Or to not show any emotion, but the raptors could even make it seem like the creature that just stands there doing nothing can become a prey item. Moving quickly usually triggers an attack from the raptors, which other clanners have to be careful of when they approach them. Blue id dhave emotional attachments, and those attachments belonged to her sisters. Echo, Charlie, and Delta. They grew up together. Formed bonds over several years and made sure that they took care of one another. They weren't against attacking each other though in order to show their dominance because that was the way their hierarchy worked. Such as a wolf hierarchy where there were battles between wolves to figure out where they fit in the hierarchy, but after everything was done the pack would return to normal, at least somewhat. Echo had already been one of her sisters to challenge her for her position, and thanks to the years of experience that she had and the larger size she had against her younger sister, Blue was able to force the other to submit and the challenge was over. Echo had scars that were given to her by Blue, and yet they didn't hold really ill will against each other. Pack meant family after all. If the pack were to get attacked by something that was larger and one of her sisters was knocked out our killed, it would mean that Blue would be furious and avenge her sisters. She spent years with them after all, and were the only animals that were capable of understanding her too. Blue didn't want to give something like that up. There was another creature she had a connection with, but that creature wasn't around and probably never would be. He was a human after all. The human having raised her as soon as she hatched, teaching her how to eat. How to hunt. How to survive. It was all because of him that she was alive. Did she consider the other to be her father?


    Not exactly. That wasn't how it worked. She knew when to be able to tell between different species, but their bird DNA meant that they imprinted on the first creature that they saw when they hatched. And Owen was there when they hatched, Blue immediately gravitating toward the other for support or comfort when she needed it. She trusted him. Hell, he was even the leader of the pack, but while he wasn't around, she was the leader of the pack until he came back, but that chance wasn't exactly likely. Blue herself was walking around the island. She often patrolled what she considered to be her territory. Occasionally stopping to mark up a nearby tree with her lethal claws. The feral beast could easily tear into anything that was smaller than her. The Utahraptor wouldn't tolerate a larger predator in her territory after all, and so far everything had been going her way. Blinking her amber eyes, the raptors blue-ish grey scales blended into the shadows of the trees that they casted on the ground. It was there though that she saw something in the distance, it was something small. Blue immediately became curious, not extremely hungry to try and hunt the animal, luckily. The Alpha would sleek her way through the bushes, and crouch behind a bush, her tail twitching behind her. There Blue saw a familiar figure. At least what she considered to be a familiar figure. It reminded her of food giver. She remembered the others voice, but this one looked different. Blue of course didn't know that most servals were usually spotted. The other didn't seem to be doing well, the other's scent smelled sour with sorrow, causing her lip to curl with distaste. But the other was close to food giver. That was much as she could gather when she saw them interact. Did he have food? Blue would stand up from behind a bush, he head tilting in almost a questioning manner toward the serval that was almost ten feet away from her. A chuffing sound emitted from her massive jaws as her arms were clasped to her side. For right now, she wasn't aggressive. But she was expect the other to give her food. Ultimately, she would just be seen standing there.