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Clever Girl
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Lacklan Offline
World's best at making murderhobos cry



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10-28-2019, 10:26 PM


Kenz Dangertits stands perfectly still, daring to not even breath. The caramel-skinned beauty, renowned adventurer/documentary film-maker/chocolate pancake expert/stripping technique teacher wears virtually nothing, just the scraps of her clothes showing the damage of her current adventure, with sweat dripping down her body and causing what feels like hundreds of tiny cuts to sting. Her dark eyes are locked onto the thing that stands before her, the thing she wants more than all of her other twenty-seven project combined, the reason why she delved into the world of raptor-wrangling in the first place:

Red.

The raptor with the red and white skin stood before her, tall and strong, a full head above hers. Red’s eyes, full beams of a solid red which hearkened of blood dropping onto the snow, scream out their silent intelligence. She was a clever girl, as Kenz well knew. She had been tracking her for days in the middle of this dense forest, tracking the raptor who had murdered its entire family for their failure to be as vicious as she was. Riding this beast, this masterpiece of tactical viciousness, was a dream of hers. So was being ridden BY the raptor, which was a though that turned the woman’s caramel cheeks purple, and must never be voiced.

“Red, its me.”

Her voice is full of caution, but tinged with assertiveness. She knew that Red enjoyed the mixture from her, and from her alone, if her research was any indication. Anyone who tried to be assertive with Red was quickly and viciously torn asunder, but when Kenz did it, she received a very different reaction. That mixture of deference and mastering had helped them both reach rewards they never imagined, and now there was another before them.

“C’mon, babe. I know you’re hungry.”

Only Tom Cruise could know what Red’s “real” name was, but the beast had reacted immediately the first time she called her “Babe,” and she did so now. Red raises her head and chirps, an odd sound full of danger that makes Kenz shiver in fear and desire...her own favorite mixture...and then the raptor turns her back and lowers her haunches. Kenz adjust her hat and climbs aboard the raptor, helping as the beast immediately leaps off into the forest with a burst of her powerful hind legs. Through the trees they go, Kenz feeling fearful for her life and yet alive like never before, until Red cuts sharply to the right. Kenz smiles, knowing that Red found a scent, and nearly gasps as they burst through a copse and into an opening where one of their queries stands.

A large beast stood in the clearing and feasting upon small birds. Walgettosuchus was an Australian beasts...though Kenz thought it might have been Kiwi...she honestly didn’t know the difference. No one did. It was like how Americans and Candaiians would argue their differences but everyone else in the world just sees white people from America. Australia...Kiwi...same difference? And-

“Oh, shit!”

She screams as Red leaps on her prey, immediately ripping out its throat with a high-pitched growl. Kenz wasn’t surprised...Red had murdered her Australian/Kiwi/Whatever peers every time they found themselves competing for prey...but it still caught her by surprise. A rip and a tear and the raptor was lathered in the blood of a dinosaur so boring that Wikipedia lists it as “possibly invalid” because who the fuck cares about this one, right?

“Shit!”

Red leaps away from Walgettosuchus, her nose in the air, the scent of her next kill already in her nostrils. Kenz holds on for dear life, her arms wrapped around the strong neck of her beloved raptor, enjoying the mixture of death and life Red brought her. Again through the forest and she sees the next prey: Tyrannosaurus. Once thought a great predator, most realized now that the hulking beast was likely a scavenger with impotent forearms and an ugly head. “Big T,” as people liked to call it, had turned out to be worthless, and in need of taking other people’s kills to sustain itself. The ugly, grotesque head warned away other animals, much as the mange on a coyote, as did its smell. But that didn’t stop the raptor from attacking.

Unfortunately for Big T, its plodding nature (and useless arms!) were no match for the smaller, faster, smarter raptor. Red ripped into the tyrannosaur's neck as easily as it did the Walgettosuchus, and before long she drank from the blood of yet another victim.

“...babe…”

Kenz’ whisper causes Red to snap her head up. A commotion through the trees was approaching. Slowly. Very slowly. As if it was making the same steps over and over again and wondering why it wasn’t moving forward. Kenz assumes that whatever it is probably blames other wranglers and-

“Finally”

A large and hair behemoth stumbles out of the forest and flops down on the ground before them. Megatherium was the largest, laziest, slothful dinosaur in all creation, known for mating with Bovinious Fecalious.

Kenz didn’t even bother watching Red rip its throat out.








“Don’t you think this would be a great short film?!”

Kenzi’s face, still showing the bruises from her most recent match, is full of hope and smiles, but Sarah doesn’t respond. The Anarchy Champion sits upon a stool and paints, this picture of a smiling blonde with bright blue eyes, and shakes her head.

“C’mon, babe. You need to live.”

Sarah shakes her head again but this time turns to face Kenzi. Sarah’s eyes are as red as always, but know also show dark circles, the evidence of angry tears.

“I appreciate it, Beloved. I love you. But I’m not ready to laugh yet.”

She turns back to her easel but then suddenly punches the canvas, sending her fist through it.

“FUCKING LYING BITCH!”

She screams into the air as she stands and pushes over the easel before stomping on the smiling face in the painting.
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