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Blue seeks, and Blue will find.

My friend  Fischie wrote a short text for it. 😋

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It had been downright painful to cram the human's broad body down her jaws in one piece, but eventually the raptor succeeded. It has been a challenge, but Blue had overcome it and now she proudly towered above her own sagging stomach, licking the last of her prey's aroma off her lips and feeling the man vainly struggle against her stomach's soft, acid drooling walls. She usually did not risk swallowing food she might choke on, but forcing her hatchling's abductors to helplessly await their own digestion was a satisfaction the predatory mother could not resist.

"Now where are the others?" she thought to herself, as the increased urgency of her food's muffled screams told her the enzymes and acids provided by her stretched out stomach were making good progress. She would resume sniffing them out and consume them one after the other, until her offspring was by her side once more.

(Content warning, implied digestion and scat/disposal)


"Where did that raptor of yours go?"
"As far as I know, hunting those poachers to the end of the world and back."
"How will you find her?"
The second man took up a stick and prodded at a large pile of raptor droppings, surfacing a pair of bootless rubber soles and a bleached pair of jeans.
"We look for more of those."

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