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Laura Sorkin's Troodon Holding Pen
By: Dr. Dromaeosaurus Date: April 16, 2012, 4:57 pm
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Secretly, Dr. Laura Sorkin bred raptors that were about the same
size as Velociraptor's but were apparently smarter. Almost no
Troodon still lurk here, but a whole bunch of Sorkin's
Parasaurolophus graze here. Some Troodon lurk the jungle of the
holding pen, and stalk the Parasaurolophus, waiting to attack.
This is a dangerous place to be.
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Re: Laura Sorkin's Troodon Holding Pen
By: Maiasaur Date: May 6, 2012, 12:07 pm
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With the sun setting, Salazar watched as a herd of mottled-green
Parasaurolophus grazed in the open field just outside the
Parasaur Holding Pen. It was a group of seven individuals, a
small number in comparison to most Parasaurolophus herds, and
one of them was a juvenile, a perfect target for Salazar and his
pack. He quickly darted from his dark cover inside the dense
jungle and moved under the platform surrounding the old fences.
Several had snapped since the Nublar Incident. Inside the pen
was the remains of an old structure that once provided safety to
a group of humans from a pack of Velociraptors, the water tower.
It, like many of the contraptions left from the Incident, had
rusted away and collapsed onto itself. Ignoring the structure,
Salazar turned around a corner to view the herd again. The
juvenile had moved away from adults and was in clear sight.
A shape moved in the distance. Salazar knew who this was, the
Alpha female, Nightmare. Her glowing white eyes were all that
most creatures would see, but Salazar could see her almost
perfectly, hidden inside some bushes. Another set of eyes
appeared on the other side of the platform. It was Daemon,
Salazar's brother. A third set of eyes appeared from behind a
rock nearby the underground tunnels, Nyx. Salazar knew what they
were waiting for, his okay to move in. Seizing the opportunity,
he darted into the herd, almost invisible, and bit the youngster
on the leg. A small injury that would be survivable, if it
wasn't for the toxins in his mouth. The herd of Parasaurolophus
bellowed at what had happened. They couldn't tell where the
predators were, but they knew the pack was there. The adults of
the herd scattered away from the youth, trying to survive.
Nightmare and Nyx darted in and bit the Parasaurolophus youth.
The juvenile bellowed for the herd to come back, but it was too
late, the toxins were already inside his bloodstream and soon he
would be dead. Daemon jumped in and bite the Parasaur as the
toxins began to take its toll on the youth. The Parasaurolophus,
hallucinating, could barely see where it was going and ran into
the rocky walls surrounding the pen. Salazar jumped onto the
juvenile and bite again, this time holding onto the throat. The
three other Troodon joined in and continued to attack.
Several minutes had passed and the moon had risen. The
Parasaurolophus lay on the ground, near its last breaths.
Salazar broke the silence of battle and cawed a victorious
snarl. The other pack members joined in. All the young Parasaur
last heard were these ghostly calls echoing off the rocky walls.
And for Salazar and his pack, the feast began.
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