Ripper: An Indoraptor Story ✓

Returning I

Why haven't I thrived in the soft bedding of moss before? 

Why is it that I've found this glory now? 

It was wrong of me to think for a second that the soft metal tapestry and earthen dust below was the mere cause of sleep. Long ago I hadn't a care for the aches and pains that flooded my body when I'd awaken in a cage, or the nightmares that'd consume my soul for I was quite used to it. Now I was blinded to another sight, another taste, another feeling - to perfect to be relieved from. Smooth, fresh, and almost wanting even, I found my place here, and everything swoon by my grief, pains, and anguish now drowning in this essence. Why now did I find this? This fresh green soot that consumed every living thing below the fog, draining the moistened vapors within the shadows afar. I'd dream of it, which was odd for the most part, yet I'd go on, drawing my claws against the flesh of the plant and purring with satisfaction. It was almost too perfect.

And I new perfect things die far too quickly. 

I opened my eyes a bit, feeling the moss tear away from its hold because of my claws, and in its place was the dark murky soil that it once controlled. I gazed at the wound for a brief moment, almost reminiscent of my own torn heart and tilted my head southbound to avoid such misery. Yet the thought persisted. And once more my mind wandered.

Was I perfect too? Is this the reason why I stand torn by fate? Why I've survived no less? I felt pity for the moss I had ripped up, abusing its softness for my own gain and pleasure. And now it sat in a pile, turned over and dead.

If that note was indeed true, I feared that fate would find me soon.

Or perhaps something, or someone else.

"Hey." 

The voice of Blue entered my ears before her nostrils bumped against the underside of my chin. I shifted my body inward from her snout's cool touch and opened my yellow eyes again, faintly gazing at a grey blur standing proud above me. At first I thought it to be a fallen cloud, or perhaps one of those pale foolish mammals with the skinny legs and crippled horns. But my disorientation got the better of me, and before long Blue's sullen face, riddled of pecked scales and smooth cracks came into focus.

"Hi."

"Hi?"

"I...um," Her tail slumped slowly behind her, barely enough to sway as she struggled to think of a sentence to garner, "I...I just want to apologize...for yesterday-"

"Apologize?"

"-and...for the way I was acting-"

Why is she always taking the blame? I thought to myself, watching her speak inaudibly, she acts like she's guilty of everything that happens. Makes me sorry to see her sorry tail being 'sorry'.

"Actually, I'm the one who's sorry," I grunted quickly, staring back up at her through pale beady eyes, "Don't blame yourself, I should not have been so harsh upon you. Alas you...you were right of all the things you said."

"Y-You're...sorry?" Blue blinked back in surprise as she tail lifted slightly higher.

"Is there a problem with being sorry?" I scolded to the scoundrel, reeling my head back with a snarl, "I'll take it back if you'd like."

"No, no, no, being sorry is...its fine," Blue smiled, tail still raising, "But I just never thought a creature like you would...apologize. It doesn't matter of course I should feel guilty for hurting you or calling you a monster when in turn you're just a friend to me. At least I...I think so."

"Friend?" I squinted my eyes in suspicion, unsure if that word defined the relations between us. It sounded foreign, old and ancient, like a voice rolling across dirt or muffled, and the mere sound of the word was dry and hoarse. I didn't find it appealing, nor did I know the exact meaning besides ally, but: if it meant so then I may slightly agree to her claim.