Thread: JUR ▲ SSIC WORLD ¹ × ¹

Ehnt! The guttural grunt caught the attention of the large raptor, her amber eyes turning towards the sound. Now she faced the palm of a large hand, its owner moving slowly and deliberately. He stood on the catwalk above the paddock, staring down at her. The two squared off. It was always a fight for dominance between them. Despite the imprinting and hand raising, the beast inside the eldest raptor at Jurassic World could not be fully tamed. Every inch that Owen Grady got her to give him was hard won, something he wasnt keen on letting anyone forget. Thats it Blue Characterized by the blue dorsal stripe, the pack beta chattered softly, toothy maw hung open slightly as her eyes locked with Owens. The man smiled, applying pressure to the clicker with his thumb to reward Blue for giving him her attention. Knowing he wouldnt hold it for long but wanting to test her, Owen kept his hand up, pushing the raptors patience. They were highly intelligent creatures, more than any other animal hed ever worked with, but they ran short on patience which was key when training. At first the reward system had worked beautifully and it still did, but Blue liked to push back as much as Owen liked to push her. It was their own little game. Good girl, the hand disappeared and immediately Blue raced off into the brush to join her sisters. When they werent working they prefered the relative seclusion than the trees and ferns offered, hiding from prying or curious eyes. Owen had insisted the raptors be given some sort of privacy though not necessary for survival, he wanted to raise them as closely as he could to what they would have in the wild 65 million years ago of course. Their instinct demanded it. They needed that enrichment or else all of this training and experimentation would be for nothing. Owen stuffed the clicker back into his pocket and took a deep, ragged breath, leaning against the catwalk railing and enjoying the gentle breeze that floated into the valley from mountains. It was a damn hot afternoon on the island chain and all he felt like doing now that the training day was officially done was getting an ice cold beer and taking a lazy afternoon nap in the hammock outside his place But a motorcade was slowly rolling up the path, the roar of engines garnering his attention and snapping him upright once more. Fucking Vic Barry was already on the ground, heading to meet the uninvited guest. Owen frowned and followed suit, though he was much less friendly as he approached the group of InGen mercenaries. Though technically his boss, Owen disliked nearly every word that came out of Vics mouth and still couldnt believe that hed agreed to work for the man. You know Vic, you dont have to check up on me every month. Another gust of wind ruffled the soft curls on top of Owens head. The man was shorter than Barry but stood eye to eye with the intimidating leader of the InGen private security force. Broad shoulders were pushed back and his jaw set tight, his displeasure unhidden. Well I wouldnt have to stop in so often if youd just send in the damn reports. Vic gave him a sickening grin, his thumbs hooked in the belt loops on his trousers. Besides, I just wanted to see how my favorite raptor project was coming along. Its the only raptor project. The trainer rolled his eyes, shaking his head as he walked back towards the paddock. And its going as well as could be expected. So then youre finally ready for a field test? Owen sighed. Vic and his damn field tests No way. They are not even close to being ready. Its been two years Owen- So? This shit takes time Vic. It cant be rushed. Well then what about a demonstration? Could I at least have that? Owen grumbled something incomprehensible under his breath, glancing at the several imposing and armed figures accompanying Vic. The woman was new Hed never seen her before. Owen disliked Vics tendency to bring new people around the paddock Thats when the trouble usually started. If itll shut you up, fine. He waved to Barry. Get the pig. Well play hidenseek.