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                               I’ll P R O T E C T you

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Her curiosity has peaked, wondering who this person is and why they're here. Talon growls softly, tail lifting up high in defence. If she needs to strike she will without hesitation. 

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He has his hands pressed  against the glass, watching  the Tyrannosaurus Rex  closely. They were so cool,  which is why he doesn’t  understand why Zach is  so unimpressed with the  whole thing.          “What do you want            to do?”  Besides stare at girls.  Gray would have fun  no matter what.

[brilliantbetablue-blog]

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Blue wasn't aware that the first few times Alpha had to go off and do something that she would have to stay behind. She honestly didn't like it. Raised her voice and everything, only to be told to calm down and he'd be back later that night. He explained how all the magic boxes in the house worked (and there were a lot of magic boxes), made sure that Blue had her favorite headphones since she seemed to latch onto music pretty quickly, and made sure she had food before he left. Blue had murmured something about being a pet and not being a pet, but this was just taking it too far. A nap and two large meals later, she laid on the couch with her hands clasped over her stomach, watching the ceiling fan. At least on Isla Nublar there were things to do when she was bored. Here? It was either watch the magical box, or lie around. However, when she heard a key in the door, she assumed it was Owen and sat up. Good! She didn't have to be alone anymore!

[confidentialisms]

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“Hey Kiddo. How’s the girlfriend?”

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      “------What are you staring for? Do I have        something on my face? Or is it the height?”

[assistantvivian-blog]

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     “You know, you don’t seem too thrilled for someone surrounded by dinosaurs.”

[dadiisms-blog]

“C’mon, kid, talk to me,” he begged, staring at the unresponsive teenager across the arm rest from him.

He couldn’t begin to describe what he had felt when he’d gotten the news that his sons were in danger half way across the world. How it had felt to have his arms around his eldest and know he was safe and whole and alive. To hear his wife fussing over his youngest, to know that his sons were going to be alright. His sons were his most precious possessions, the two people in the world he would literally attempt to move mountains for. If Zach or Gray wanted him to, he’d pick up a shovel and start digging and not stop until that mountain was five miles from where it had started.

But Zach’s silence had him worried. The kid hadn’t said two words to either him or Karen since they’d arrived. Perhaps more worrisome was the fact that he’d let himself be subjected to Karen’s fussing and babying and hadn’t moved a muscle. All fight was gone, all the sarcasm and snark-- just deflated. Pale and blank, unnaturally quiet. Unsettling and decidedly not Zach. 

He sighed and slipped his glasses from his nose, pinching his thumb and forefinger to his tear ducts, fighting a headache. Sighing, he reached up and turned off the light, handing his son the plane blanket and at least hoping his son would get some sleep, if he wouldn’t talk.

[fideliis-archived-blog]

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     Owen said that Miss Claire had brought people to meet today. 

    He said they’re her Nephews, her sisters sons, and that they’re about the girls ages, except one is much younger. Blue had asked what their names were. Zach and Grey. Cute names, she thought with a smile, and let Delta braid her hair. They always tried to look nice for Miss Claire whenever she came around. Owen said she was ‘uptight’, which means she likes it when they’re clean and pretty and nice. So, with her usually wild hair tied back, exposing her blue markings, and her blood running, they wait. It’s hot as Owen asks them to do various tasks in exchange for little treats, like m&m’s or Snickers. Her favorite is the licorice. As she chews on a straw Miss Clair appears out of a jeep. In tow two boys. 

     One her age, one younger. Zach and Grey! 

     Blue and her sisters approach the gate to meet them with happy chirps. 

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       the ALPHA had made it crystal clear that there were certain VIPs now that had to be accepted into the pack. it wasn’t an introduction charlie nor any of the other raptors had taken too well with, but the slow build certainly helped increase their lenience. the elder of the two smaller males often minded his own business, a factor charlie appreciated. it was the younger one that constantly provided undivided attention — not that charlie minded being the center of the limelight, either. perhaps, she could get used to this. but the older one is the one behind the bars at present, bars which tentative steps lure her towards until snout is pressed between them. a huff of air snorts from her nostrils, heated and strong enough to ruffle the brunet’s hair. how amusing.

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It’s strange. There are two sets of instincts in her head--                   the one remembering darkness and the chase, screaming of                                                escaped p r e y and                    the one of this body, to approach an e q u a l.

The sensation is unpleasant, and Echo shudders. Angers. She tosses her head, challenge her eyes, in her clenched fists. 

                                        You don’t belong here.

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   [  Standing up when he sees Zach approaching,       his brow arches upwards slightly.  ]

            What’s up?

[we-need-more-teeth-blog-blog]

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His feet were swinging from his seat on the plane. Sure, he could touch the ground, but only if he stretched, and he didn’t feel like that now. What he felt like was getting off the plane already and getting to the park. But they were only halfway into their journey by now.

Gray sighed and looked at his brother. Who was trying to flirt with the girls in the seats across the aisle. Well, that wouldn’t do- Gray needed to talk with somebody.

“Zach.” A tug on his sleeve. “Zach. Zach.”

[jurazach-blog]

zachmitchxll replied to your post:zachmitchxll replied to your post:prctecting...

you’re reminding me of my meme response i did where zach was carrying gray but gray had a massive head injury that bled out and so he diED OKAY I DIDNT NEED REMINDING

i’m laughing tbh.