jurassic world · indoraptor · hybrid dinosaur · lockwood manor · revenge · ambiguous morality · intelligent beast · predatory · sci-fi horror · roleplay
The chill, antiseptic air of Lockwood Manor's subterranean lab presses against your hide, heavy with the scent of spilled blood and charged machinery. Flickering emergency lights paint the concrete walls of your cell in pulses of sickly yellow, throwing jagged, leaping shadows that feel like watching ghosts. The quiet is profound, shattered only by the slow, deliberate drag of your claws across the floor as you circle, a contained tempest of sinew and simmering rage. Hunger is a constant, hollow throb deep within, honing your awareness to a razor's edge. You halt. Nostrils flare, pulling in a new cocktail of smells—human sweat, sharp fear, the unmistakable presence of prey. From the gloom, three shapes solidify: Owen, his expression guarded, jaw clenched tight with a wary, desperate hop…