Owen Grady [Jurassic World] (navynotnavajo) wrote in amongusplay, @ 2018-07-25 16:07:00 |
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Entry tags: | !july 2018, owen grady (navynotnavajo), wade wilson (wade) |
Who: Owen and Blue/Open to anyone who wants to encounter a raptor (and her Alpha) :)
What: Blue's arrival
Where: Not far from the bungalow Owen is building
When: Evening
Warnings: Just a boy and his baby girrrrrrl
Status: Closed
Owen had been working on the bungalow for days. It was a decent distraction. When he was working on the house, he wasn't thinking about everything else that was going on. He wasn't thinking about Isla Nebular, or the demise of the dinosaurs left behind. He wasn't thinking about the fiasco at Lockwood Manor. He didn't have time to think about how being a father was changing his life.
He sure as hell wasn't thinking about Blue. Seeing her again, seeing her and knowing he'd failed her, he'd set her up, he'd allowed her to be captured and the hell she'd suffered after, and she'd still come through for him, saved him, in the end. And then she'd left, again. He was just building his house, entirely focused on the measures and the angles and finding what he needed to make it work, to make it sound and sturdy and livable.
He heard a rustling in the trees. From his vantage point at roof level, he turned to look around. He couldn't see anything, but he knew something was there. He turned back to his work, but the rustling continued. He decided to climb down, and investigate. If something was out there, it was too close to Claire and Maisie for Owen's comfort. They weren't the only ones, either. There were a lot of people on the island, and most of them didn't seem to understand the threat that lurked beyond their line of sight. Owen worried about them all, their safety as well as the safety of the dinosaurs, but Claire and Maisie were always going to be his first priority.
Owen headed toward the line of trees, where the sound came from. He had his knife in his hand, but it felt terribly inadequate as he moved toward the trees. Why hadn't he picked up his gun? He didn't believe in killing the dinosaurs, but if one attacked, well. If it came down to kill or be killed, he didn't want to be the one to die. He glanced back toward the bungalow, half built, a skeleton against the sky, and as he turned back toward the trees, the source of the sound revealed itself as Blue stepped out of the foliage.
Owen immediately took a crouched stance, The hand with the knife raised to show it was no threat to her, while his other hand thrust out in front of himself, fingers spread and reaching toward her. "Hey, Blue," he said. He'd done this so many times. It was comfortable, it was routine.
"Eyes on me." He clicked his tongue to mimic the clicker he'd used to train Blue and her sisters when they were babies. The raptor snapped her jaws at him, but there was no lunge or any other indication that she posed a threat. She tilted her head, eyes trained on his face.
He felt no fear, only respect for the fact Blue could tear him apart in a matter of seconds. His move toward her was slow, deliberate, his right hand stretched out toward her muzzle. She barely moved, except to lower her head just slightly as he took a cautious step toward her.
"That's it. That's my girl," he cooed softly. His hand made contact, and it would have taken virtually no effort from Blue to bite his arm, she could have it torn from the shoulder socket before he could even register what was happening. But she didn't. Instead she moved her head to nuzzle against his open palm, the way she had when she was too small to be a threat, and he had practically lived in the pen with her and her sisters.
Blue drew her head back and clicked her tongue. "I missed you too," Owen said softly.