Pallescent || Malevolent 

Playlist: https://youtube.com/playlist?list=PLjry7PS0kMCy9LL9_XaWoqYk_5irmauyy&si=lf1bDplt-wmcYCr_
I timed all of the songs so you SHOULD be able to read through the story without having to manually click each thing if you are.. actively reading. Some songs may be off, so you are always free to just. Click the next part if you are a fast reader.. or allow the rest of the music to play before you move to the next part. If the songs are going quicker than you read, feel free to put it on repeat until you finish a section! I think the music adds to each part. <3 

[Songs: its just a burning memory/the caretaker https://youtu.be/O0ugnLG7yeE?si=ebNXT6y2brTK6Tnp ]

“Okay, once again.. From the top.” 

Paloma gave a calm smile, as she re-adjusted the music back to the beginning of the playlist. Her long tail swishing behind her. The unicorn looked to her dance partner, quite the unusual one too! A female black feathered raptor, with yellow and green accent feathers. The little critter was named Mal. 

Paloma flicked her tail as she looked down at her partner, tapping her own chin. “now, darling, you must focus.... This is our 10 year anniversary show.” 

Pale did the motions with her body “Remember, we pivot, I go back, you go forwards… we are doing a proper show. Proper.” she cooed at the little creature before herself.

Mal trotted forwards, her head lowered.. Tail dragging against the dirt.. so clearly disappointed. She let out a long but soft trill of complaint, the raptor curled her claws.. creating a c shape with her right claw.. then motioned down from her neck to her stomach… 

“oh, I know you’re hungry dear. I’ll get everything prepped for you as soon as we finish practicing, okay?” Paloma extends a hoof out, ready to start the dance. 

The raptor pauses then huffs, she taps her thumb claw against her chest then moves it outwards a few times. ‘fine’  before moving closer and taking Pale’s hand. Paloma wastes no time, she slides her hoof back drawing the raptor close to her.. Mal follows in with the dance.

“there we go, nice and smooth now…” she walks the raptor around a couple times, practicing the basic tango move before twirling her around in a circle.. 

Mal fluffing her feathers out, displaying herself as Paloma guided her through each twirl.. “good…” 

the unicorn slowed her down and pulled her back in.. feathers flush against her body. 
“very romantic~” Pale teased, while her companion let out a soft snort. 

Paloma watched each motion carefully… Mal’s sickle claw tapped the ground in a beat, keeping up with the music, going through the performance as intended. Her tail helped her keep a balance, as she was quickly turned, swayed and moved.. 

It was a perfect scene, the delicate long body of an albino unicorn.. joining with that of a dark beast…Giant sickle clawed toes pressing into the dirt, pushing forwards as delicate hooves slid back. Their prints leaving an intricate story in their wake of carnivore and herbivore. Bold swishes of a feathered body, confident and determined- swirling and melting in with the elegance of the unicorn. These two creatures, mystical and fearsome... joined together in something so whimsical. 

it was enough to blow anyone away. 

Pale has been preparing for this show with her for the past three months. Their typical routine was a very short dance, with basic moves... They’ve been doing the same short routines for shows for years now. But it wasn’t enough, Paloma was determined to put on a show that would go down in history.

[song: Weak and Powerless a perfect circle https://youtu.be/QBCP7J6xrd8?si=9AnbZeoOYabPXO5D ]

They just still had to work out some of the kinks... 

“you’re doing so good, we should try something new and really wow the crowd!” 

Two minutes into the dance, Pale places a hand behind Mal’s neck and quickly dips her… The raptor lets out a small cry, her center of gravity being thrown off causing her to panic. Mal’s legs flail, and very quickly Pale uses her long wispy tail to smack her side and correct this behavior. 

“Mal.” her voice was stern. “relax. I’ve got you.”  the sentiment doesn’t calm the raptor. 

Mal still looks for purchase, finding it by pressing a hind leg into pale’s thigh, her claws hooking into her shorts. Paloma hisses into Mal’s face, and reaches to grab her leg, pulling it out of her shorts and into the air… 

“like this. You hold your leg out like this.” her voice was cold, she growled the command as she continued to hold the animal in position. 

Mal lets out a passive cry, her leg shaking in Paloma’s grip.. the other firmly dug into the dirt as Pale continued to push her lower and lower into the dip… 

Pale listened for the music cue, so they could start the next part of the dance. 

But very quickly, this position became unbearable for Mal. The raptor let out a warning trill, one, two, three times before instinct took over and she thrashed out of Pale’s grip. 

This was too much for her. 

As quick as she had broke free, and found her footing.. the unicorn threw her back off of it with a swift kick. “What the FUCK was that Mal? Are you serious?” 

Mal slammed into the ground, rolling. She pulled her head up and chirped in fear as Paloma approached her. Her body was shaking. 

Pale exploded with anger, towering over the raptor. “The show is TOMORROW and I will be damned if I let you ruin everything we’ve been working towards!” 

The unicorn leaned down, staring into her. “So much money has been put into this, and if you mess it up its done. Over. I won’t be able to keep a raptor who doesn’t listen here, you’ll be plucked and stuffed and on someone’s thanksgiving table for all I care.” The unicorn, who just moments ago was cooing and baby talking her, snarled like the most vicious of wolves. Dripping with pure loathing at the little raptor for her mistake. 

Mal stayed where she was, as if she were just a rock in the dirt. Keeping her tail curled over where she was kicked. Staring up at Pale in distress. She lowered her head in submission, letting out a breathy disquieted trill.  

Paloma rubs her thigh… “And stop grabbing me with your claws for gods sake, they fucking hurt!” she flicks her tail, smacking Mal over the snout with it then walked back over to the speakers picking up her phone.  

“You are not getting a single bite to eat until you do it right. Now. Again. From the top.” she glares back at the raptor.

Mal stands with her head lowered, and slinks back over. They start the dance once more

One minute in- a tail lash. 
from the top 

Two minutes in- a smack in the face. 
from the top

Three minutes in- a kick to the chest.
from the top. 

two -
from the top
a smack in the face

Her body shudders. 

three-
from the top
a kick to the chest 

The wind is knocked out of her. 

one-
from the top
a tail lash 

She cries, and- 

one-
from the top
a tail lash 

her stomach aches. 

three-
from the top
a kick to the chest

her head is spinning. 

two-
from the top
a smack in the face 

she is exhausted.

three-
from the top
a kick to the chest 

she is terrified.

one-
from the top
a tail lash 

she is defeated.

two-
from the top
a smack in the face 

she can’t go on. 

three -

From the top. From the top. From the top. From the top. From the top. From the top. 

For hours afterwards, the pair practiced. 
The sound of tail lashings and Mal’s body hitting the ground accompanied the music. 
It did not stop until Pale molded her into perfection. 

As the sun set, the unicorn lifted the raptors maw, laying a vole onto her tongue. Just a single vole, for all her efforts.

“tomorrow you will preform, and you will do as you are expected. And then you can have a wonderful feast, okay?” Pale’s hooves dug lightly into Mal’s lower jaw. She studied the raptor. 

Mal laid there utterly defeated. Pale eased her grip on her. 

 “You know I just want this to go well, don’t you? …..It’s stressing me out, I don’t mean to be so rough on you. Its just… so important to me.” 

The raptor let out a slow trill, lifting her head and opening her eyes in acknowledgment. 

“I knew you’d understand… good girl, you can eat now.” Pale slid a hoof over her snout, and down the back of her head. 

Mal swallowed the vole, then slumped back down. 

[songs: Entombed deftones https://youtu.be/gEXbHKAuHSg?si=GpIzedPRFHLGZ1dg ]

The sunshine beamed down the trail, the scent of a warm day flooded her senses. The fresh and earthy scent of their national park.. it was her favorite. She had spent nearly every season of the last 18 years here…. She lifted her head and sniffed the air. Despite the mixed scents of the other beasts, she could still parse it. That particular smell… 

She was eleven, and had just started working at the park. Well, not exactly working. She was in a summer youth program, working to become a junior ranger. All she had wanted to do was be a proper park ranger when she was an adult. Something about being in the wilderness was just so appealing to her.. probably because of how stubborn she was... 

Being born an albino unicorn pretty much only presented one major life opportunity that would net you a lifetime of luxury- being a model. There was not a single photographer in the world who wouldn’t want to explore the lithe body of a unicorn, let alone an albino female. Her parents raised her delicately, shutting her in for a majority of her childhood. If she had somehow obtained a scratch on herself, they’d lose their fucking minds. It was hell. 

All pale wanted was to be outside. To be in nature. After a lifetime of begging, her parents finally gave in, and picked a program where she would be safe. 

Paloma had entered a new world, and it was one without prying eyes. The counselors for this program were inattentive. So much so, that they didn’t notice that she had found herself a new friend. 

Everyday, she would sneak off.. following that special scent she knew… through the wet grassy and floral scents in the air.. there was a light musk, a powdery scent. And she followed it deep into the belly of the forest- 

Paloma’s ear flicked backwards as she heard a phone shutter, pulling herself out of her memory.  She rubbed her hooves on the strap of her sundress and gave a smile. “I am so glad you have all joined us today. A reminder, while you may take photos on the trail there is no flash photography allowed in the dinosaur enclosure. Only VIP pass holders may get their photo taken with Mal and yours truly.” 

Pale made a wide turn, to face all of the creatures she had been leading along the path to the dinosaur enclosure. Her tail swishes behind her, taking in the faces of the audience members. 

All of these creatures have paid a hefty entrance ticket of a thousand dollars just to be in the presence of a dinosaur. The VIP members putting up two thousand, to have a close encounter. 

Most in the 20 member group were herbivores, a few carnivores sprinkled in. Within the crowd, were her young twin siblings.. watching with eager eyes. She glossed over them as if they weren’t even there. 

“Before we go into the enclosure... anybody, feel free to raise your hand if you have a question.” 

Pale swung her hands behind her back, rocking on her hooves as she watched most of the herbivore crowd raise their hands, and only one carnivore raise theirs. She pretends to scan the whole crowd, as if she was interested then coos at the curious carnivore. “you, the little mongoose. What’s your question?” 

The little tawny mongoose’s whiskers twitched, she didn’t expect to be chosen. “a..ah…” she blinked a few times before clearing her throat. “I was just wondering… is there anything to worry about while in there? Like.. is the raptor aggressive at all…?” 

Pale’s ear twitched as she watched most of the herbivores put their hands down. She stared on at the little mongoose, giving her a confident smile. “You all have nothing to worry about, she’s completely tame.” the unicorn’s tail curled around her own leg. “In fact, as you all probably know… its our 10 year anniversary show.. since it is a special day, I might as well share a little secret.” 

“In all of my shows, I say that I’ve been working with her for about 10 years now. But the truth is, I’ve known her much longer than that…”

In response, the crowd softly gasps.

“When I was 11, I joined a youth program at this park.. and I found her all alone. She was small, helpless… I knew that I had to do something. So I fed her in secret. I snuck hot dogs and jerky from the kitchen to go out and feed her.. when the summer was over, I was devastated. She was the only real friend I had made, and the next summer I went back. I was scared, that maybe she hadn’t made it in the wilderness. But of course.. I saw her again. And again. And again.”

Her twin siblings stare on with round eyes. 
The rest of the crowd muttered out ‘oohs’ and ‘aahs’ and some ‘awwes’ 

“I knew that I was meant to be here. So I worked so hard to graduate early.. and I mean EARLY. At 16 I  started a program to become An actual park ranger, sneaking off to see her whenever I got the chance.... And from there, of course…You all know the story. I became the first and only official dinosaur trainer in America.” 

Pale swished her tail and listened as the crowd commented and talked to each other about this new information.. she shook her head. 

“She is harmless, docile and graceful- yet still a predator.” her tone gets dark, the crowd’s ears all perk. “when you work with feral creatures you have to make sure that you remain respectful of them and their boundaries. This is why Mal and I work so well together. We have forged a bond that’s as long as she’s been alive. I’m 28 now, so that’s saying something.” 

The unicorn laughs, then continues. “18 years I’ve known her…. She’s my companion and she will not hurt any of you. But do have respect for her when she comes close.” 

Nodding and quiet murmuring breaks out within the group. They seem to agree with her point. 

“now, anymore questions?”

[song: step on me the cardigans https://youtu.be/_ypjBAIz0EQ?si=lMhbBVC9caUgodxI ]  

The enclosure is large, the gate panels themselves are 10 foot tall. A little unnecessary in her opinion, her girl wasn’t going anywhere. Paloma unlocks the gate, and bows slightly to the crowd. 

“After you~” as they all pass through, she secures the gate. 

Paloma struts past the crowd, her tail proudly curled in the air. “How many VIP members do we have in our show today? Show me your bands.” 

An elk woman and her child hold their red bands up, as well as a large male moose. A teen zebra and ring tailed lemur excitedly step forwards, their tails wagging as they both show their bands. After a few moments, a gray fox pulls a short-eared dog forwards and pulls their wrist up showing off both of their bands. Pale’s twin siblings step forwards, without showing their wrists.
“Oh, wonderful wonderful! Seven official VIP members with us today! You all will get to touch, pet and dance with Mal today and experience what its like to be a trainer!” 

“Now, can you all help me call our raptor over? Put your fingers to your lips and whistle.” the unicorn demonstrates the motion for the kids in the crowd.

“Okay, one, two, three!”
Pale puts her digits to her lips and whistles. The crowd whistles with her. 

A few moments pass, and there’s no sound to be heard. Everyone’s ears are perked, waiting for the arrival of the raptor… but… 

“Maybe you all need to be louder, okay? Lets try again.” Pale demonstrates the motion again. 

“One, Two-” 

A loud rustling rips through the bushes, the raptor bursts out and slams her hinds into the dirt. Pale turns on her heels, fixing her eyes on the small dinosaur. 

The crowd freezes and watches as the raptor stares Paloma down.. Feathers puffed and on end, her tail lashing… she lets out a deep trill, and snarls. Murmurs spill through the crowd as they take in the deposition of the raptor. Everyone was on edge, this thing was the harmless baby angel she found in the woods?!

Mal looks towards the crowd, and they all take a synchronized inhale that could drain the world of its oxygen. Her posture changes, she lifts her tail and opens her maw in a threat display…raking her claws across the dirt, kicking it up behind her as she makes a mad dash towards the crowd- 

a cry breaks the air as she stops short of the young elk calf and snarls loudly… baring those razor sharp teeth inches from his nose for a few moments before trilling out a long ‘laugh’ backing up and trotting back over to pale’s side… looking back towards the crowd smugly, and poking her tongue out. 

The unicorn laughs. “ahahahhaa, oh yes… in addition to doing tricks. She likes playing tricks on others too… she’s my naughty girl.” Paloma lavishes the small raptor in attention, rubbing her cheek and scratching underneath her chin… making the raptor flop over and show her belly..  

The crowd lets out a huff of relief and the small elk boy sucks his tears back in, relieved he wasn’t on the menu. 

Paloma smiles and beckons the VIP members forwards, “cmon, she won’t bite. Come and have a gander at my pretty girl before the show starts.” 

 “After you all see how its done, you’ll each get a turn to dance with her. She’s a leading lady, so she’ll be guiding you through the dance!” 

The zebra and lemur girls spring forwards, stopping and showing their hands to Mal.. The raptor looks at them for a few moments before pushing her snout to their palms.. churring softly… and allowing them to rub over her head… the zebra girl pulls away first, too much nervous energy.. but the lemur girl leans forwards and holds her arms out.. before pausing, and looking up at pale. “is it okay if i-” the raptor pushes forwards and holds onto the lemur girl, pushing her face against hers and letting out soft grumbles. 

“she likes anything, so yes.. you can hug her, you can pet her.. you can let her just nuzzle your hand. Whatever you’re comfortable with.”  Pale laughs and swishes her tail.. 

The lemur girl pulls away after ruffing Mal’s cheeks for a while, then allows the Moose man to move in… his hand trembles as he pushes it forwards, Mal watches him then slowly pokes her nose against his palm. He jitters and moves away. 

Pale looks at Mal. “I guess even big guys can be scared of little such things.” and the raptor lets out a few short chuffs before moving in on the gray fox and small eared dog pair. 

The female gray fox encourages the small-eared dog to pet, while the dog just winces.. and looks away… Mal nuzzles against his palm, and lets out short soft snorts… eventually he looks up at her, nervous as ever. Before letting out quick sweet giggles, and petting her snout more and more, his tail wagging hard behind himself… the gray fox looks happy, and she walks him back over to the group…

pale’s siblings come over and- she doesn’t even bother to look at them. 

finally, the elk mother and her fawn come over. The mother gives Mal a stern look, before very briskly patting her head. Proper pets are only for girls who don’t scare children, apparently. The elk fawn however, no longer knows fear. 

He lunges at Mal and grabs onto her neck, hugging her and rubbing his face all over her. Pale makes a face, but watches closely. Mal snorts and reaches a claw out… giving a short pat on the boy’s back. Enough. Enough. … ENOUGH…! He pulls away, but not without taking some feathers with him. Mal lets out a low grumbly hiss underneath a loud snort. Shaking her body and starting to preen herself a bit.   

Pale stifles a laugh, then walks over to the speakers turning them on. “If you all are done loving on my girl, its time to have another reason to adore her.” 

The crowd settles down, as the music starts to play. 
In a singular moment, the energy completely changes. 

[song: objection (tango) shakira music box https://youtu.be/FmnRE6nCIR8?si=Ss8QbOuoEHaHl6v0 ] 

The fated moment
Mal and Paloma 
are ready to dance
the crowd is in awe

Dainty 
Hooves holding 

Primal 
clawed fingers

the raptor stands 
tall on her hinds
spinning clockwise 
as Pale shows her off.

Unnatural
Beauty
 
Alluring  
Beast

A pause, 
her tail curls 
and they turn 
back the time

in a sleek
smooth motion, 
they come together 
to do the walk

Pale’s hoof draws backwards, 
Mal’s talon pushes forwards 

the crowd whispers 

oh
isn’t it amazing how 
close you can be
with a wild animal

yes
its really 
a bond like 
no other.

They preform the half turn..
Pale drags her hoof 
through the dirt in a spiral,
re-creating a pattern that has been etched 
in every inch of the enclosure
then dips her girl so far back,
her nose almost touches their artwork. 

Mal strains…
Pale maintains.

‘oh, my girl.
just a little longer….’

A pale tail slips up her feathered side

you  know  
exactly  what  
this  means.

Mal holds still. 

‘good….
That’s a Good girl.’

Pale pulls her back up for air.

The crowd gasps, mystified

It really 
makes you 
wonder, 

Are their 
bodies supposed
to move like this?

How beautiful.

every step is perfection. 
pivot.. back step… 
pivot.. forwards… 
pivot.. back step…

she watches her girl, 
with a careful eye   

it took so 
much energy
so much time 
so many corrections
just to get her to lead... 

her feathers are on end, 
her body quivers when
they pull close 
waiting for the moment 
her talons fail her 

Mal doesn’t need to speak
for Pale to know she’s…..

she is 

its sort of a beautiful thing, really...
No matter how hard you push her... 

so cute, 

She will follow your direction... 

their long tails intertwine like a knot…

when she’s 

the raptor flinches at the feeling….
but keeps moving regardless…. 

scared. 

Only in a moment like this, 
can Pale truly find herself enjoying this creature.

When you serve me,
you are worth something. 
When you listen, 
you are loved. 
So…

‘Listen..’

‘Listen to me.’ 

‘We’re going to do it one more time...’ 

‘Oh, now...don’t fuss-’

‘Just.’

She twirls the raptor, so quickly 

‘One.’ 

a feather goes flying 

‘More.’ 

she dips her low again, 

‘Time.’

her pale tail against her muzzle 
tapping her nose in the rhythm

Each moment feels like eternity, 
as anthro and feral come together 
in a magical performance. 

The music comes to a stop, and with the world spinning around her head….
The unicorn takes a deep breath, releasing her grip on her partner. She turned and faced the crowd. Pride and hope beating in her chest. She takes a bow.

the applause is enough to make anyone’s head spin, Paloma holds her bow, her tail swishing behind herself.. this is exactly how it should be. How everything always should be… this was a moment she would be remembered for. 

Before she could stand upright, a force throws off her center of gravity. A cloud of dust puffs up as she falls flat on her back.. within just seconds everything becomes a chaotic blur. 

[song: what you do the queenstons https://youtu.be/hII5HBf00s0?si=OgRLUcXyyoPe4m0W ]

Out of the corner of her eye she watches as the crowd freezes up, then bolt in several different directions… “h..hey, where are you guys going?” she rasps and coughs awkwardly, then tries to sit up but cannot..

Pale stares on watching some of her guests panic, before directing her focus to the pressure on top of her. Mal. 

Her ears flick back, “what the fuck are you doing?” she mutters

Hot air puffs into her face as the raptor looms over her still, starting to bear her teeth. 
“are you serious? You’re going to fuck this up now?!” the unicorn hisses at the dinosaur in a gritty hushed tone.. 

“You need to Behave.. you can be mad later!” she growls at the raptor, using a hand to push her and sit up. 

“everyone, everyone don’t panic! She’s just- GAH” 

the raptor stamps her foot back onto paloma’s stomach, an aggressive trill rising up her throat… her entire feathered body vibrates with frustration. Her body language was so tense, in her own way she was trying to enforce boundaries. But Pale didn’t get paid for boundaries. She got paid to break them. 

Pale snorts, her tail lashing now. This stupid fucking dinosaur… Her heart was pounding, the audience was getting more antsy…her ears rotated as they clutched close to one another 

‘holy shit, is it really attacking her?’ 
‘is it tired?’ 
‘oh that thing MUST be hungry we have to get out of here.’ 

 Mal was ruining everything. EVERYTHING! And the little fucking thing knew it. She could understand her for gods sake, she KNEW exactly what the fuck she was doing by ruining this performance. She had to play this off somehow.

She stared right into the raptors face, ears forwards as she muttered a command to her. Draping her tail over the raptor, warning her again. As Mal continued to stand firm, hind claw planted against her stomach keeping her down naturally trying to assert herself…. The unicorn planted a hand against Mal’s snout, pushing her snarling face away. 

“Don’t worry guys, she’s moody today.. I must’ve accidentally stepped on her tail there or something” Paloma flicks Mal’s head away, a clear signal to back off. 

Mal whipped her head back forwards, headbutting the unicorn right against her snout eliciting a choked cry from her. She pressed her hand against her nose, drawing it back to see the blood dripping down into her palm freely...Pale could only see red… she… 

She... really couldn’t stop herself, her left arm shoots up and grabs Mal in the soft spot of her throat, digging her hoof fingers in to choke her in the grip. She winds up and punches her in the face with a right hook, again, again, and again- Submit. SUBMIT. SUBMIT!!! Until she could feel Mal’s feathered body shudder. In that familiar, obedient way. “Now, GO!” Paloma snarls, shoving the dinosaur off of herself with every ounce of strength in her. She wanted to see her slam against the fucking ground.  

Her ears twitch as instead she hears the nastiest Velcro tear in the world. Her ears swivel, as to find the culprit who decided to take off their shitty sketchers at this very moment- but all she feels is burning heat and stares down at herself- before she even realizes what happened...out gushes red. Saturating her sundress, dribbling down her sides. 

The guests who were frozen watching the scene all scream in horror as they realize- this really.. truly.. isn’t some sort of silly bit. 

Hot searing pain hits her core… she sucks in jagged breaths as she tries to bite back the pain. Her clothes, fur, and skin were shredded like it was nothing... Mal’s hind claws tore through her belly as she shoved her… this… this was her own doing… If she had just… 

Her eyes dart all over for a minute, between the guests, her own gaping wound, and her hands.. trying to fix it.. trying to stop what has already been done. She pauses and looks up, she stares into the eyes of the creature she had spent almost two decades taking care of. 

There seemed to be a mutual understanding, between the two of them in this moment. 

There was the intoxicating scent of blood in the air. 
Enough to trigger even the smallest creature to attack. 
Pale wishes there was anything, anything at all that she could have said. Or done. 
But their bond had been shattered long ago by her own hand. 

The raptors nostrils flared, and her feathers stood on end. It was the most tantalizing opportunity. Not only that… but Pale could see it... The pure unfiltered rage in those eyes. 

None of what was to come, would be a surprise. 
That short shared look, communicated every excruciating detail. 

Mal lunged forwards. 

...

...somehow…. 

that musky, powdery scent of Mal’s was the only thing that filled pale’s senses even as blood poured out of her nose. Her mind rolled back to that hot summer day where she found that small raptor and cupped her in her hooves, taking her to the lake so she could have a fresh drink of water. 

The lake of blood rapidly grew around her, as Mal raked her hind legs over her soft belly- rending her open further. Mal’s forearms pressed Pale’s arms down as she slid her eager tongue over her white neck, licking upwards and collecting the blood that dribbled down from the unicorn’s nose to her chin.. Pale’s legs twitched and jerked.. trying to kick the raptor off of herself... 

The small helpless raptor sat in her lap, chirping a delicate tone while pale fed her those tiny vienna sausages one by one.. watching the way Mal licked her fingers afterwards, desperate for more…  then pale let her lick the chicken broth out of the can. 

Mal snorted, then grabbed pale’s long thin leg with her strong hind leg slamming it down into the dirt, preventing her from kicking. The raptor leaned into her face, jaw clicking and snarling. ‘like this. You hold your leg out like this.’ Through the ringing in her ears, Pale could hear her own words repeated back to herself. 

Mal stared into the body cavity of the unicorn for a moment, as if she were weighing her options here- where to start? The raptor dipped her face down, then bit by bit, took large bloody chunks of meat, intestines and bites of liver from the enervated body of her trainer. 

The little black raptor ripped pale’s freshly emptied bladder, licking her maw to savor that fresh, light flavor of urine. Mal went back in, grabbing Pale’s exposed uterus. Light pink, and smooth.. she rolled her tongue over it before tugging it up and out of the unicorn’s body- lifting Pale’s lower half off of the ground before her body gave way. The uterus, cervix and bladder tore off with a wet rip, saturating the ground with even more blood. 

Pale laughed, in that moment. From how eager she was, so small and so needy. She traced a finger under her chin, and lulled her to sleep with a few scratches... It was nice to have something to take care of.... Something so vulnerable….and so dangerous at the same time. It was exciting. 

This was exciting. 
This was a show, wasn’t it? 

Pale laughed, with the last bit of her consciousness she laughed. 
In her own mind, loud and boisterous. But in reality, nearly noiselessly.
Her last defiant moment, mistaken for death rasps.  
Wheezing and gurgling in hysterics as adrenaline numbed out her senses. 
Her vision blurred, but still she watched as she was disemboweled.

This was always how it was meant to be, in every universe.  

Pale looked at the sleeping raptor... smoothed her feathers back, and kissed her head. “I’ll take good care of you. I promise.”

Feathers and muzzle caked in a deep scarlet, the raptor lifted her head pulling an intestine up with her. She eyed the guests that had watched on in terror as the dinosaur tamer, had been torn apart in front of their very eyes… 

Mal was finished, she was free from this cycle. 
She grinned, dropping the wet organ and finally took her bow… 

 A moment of silence, quiet awe… fell upon everyone in the enclosure….watching as this raptor bowed her head to them…. For a few seconds, the terror was over. before it quickly descended back into madness for the guests...as the raptor dashes towards the audience members that were desperately trying to pry open the gate using anything they had on their person... 

She let out a hiss, leaping and baring her teeth… The little feather-plucking fawn long having pissed himself was the first used as a springboard... Mal leaps up, kicking off of his chest and onto his elk mother, gripping her shoulders with her hind talons for a moment before jumping off of her and onto the sturdy antlers of the giant moose man who was squirming like a worm out of soil... 

Mal leapt upwards against the fence and scrambled over it.. her claws clashing against metal before she landed on the other side and vanished back into the belly of the forest. 

“Its awful, just awful…” 

“oh I know.. I know....” 

Two employees, of the park loomed over the remaining mess. A female Lynx called Aj, and a lanky male wolf called spike. All that was left of the incident was coagulated blood and chewed up viscera. The rest of her, had been airlifted out.

“this is really, truly an unimaginable loss.” 

“you said it sister.” 

“all that expensive unicorn meat….” 

“being fed to a dinosaur…” 

“what a waste…”

“there’s so many poor people in the world it could’ve been fed to!” 

The lynx elbows the wolf, laughing. 

“she was so pretty too, kinda makes you wish there wasn’t a crowd when this happened… if we had found her instead...” 

The wolf smacks his head into the broom he’s holding, over and over. 

“Grrrhh. I wish I was that stupid fucking dinosaur.”