If I get ten likes I’ll do another one. Doing each story in alphabetical order in tameable! Next in allo!

—Lost—

Chapter one: Taken

Hidden in the darkness of night, gazing up at the moon, was a little creature.

Her green eyes stared up at the claw shaped figure, glowing blueish grey. She curled her tail around her talons as the monkeys overhead howled loudly.

“She’ll be back,” the little creature reminded herself in a quiet whisper. “She will. She has to.”

She lay her head on the ground with a tiny sigh. She glanced back up at the moon.

“I’ll be alright.”

Mischievous laughs from the forest beyond her startled her awake. She tended, listening.

“She got him REAL BAD!” Laughed a voice. “It was hilarious! For a second there it looked like he’d just die of embarrassment!”

“And the look on his FACE!” Said a second, female voice, laughing.

Firefly sank into the ferns to hide as three Raptors walked past, a few meters away. The first one was bright red with pink feathers, and had a small scar acrossed his jaw. The ssecond was the female, blue and green zigzagged all over her feathers and scales.

“He can’t just think he’s soooo special,” the third raptor said, shaking his head. Moonlight filtered through the trees onto his pale orange and grey scales.

The female suddenly burst into laughter. “Yeah, I mean, remember when he was like, ‘BEHOLD! I—‘“

“Am eating a new bug,” the first one joked, and she shoved him over into the ferns.

Firefly shuddered. She’s never seen raptors in real life before. And mother told her that they were nasty killers.

The first two raptors pounced onto one another, laughing happily. Firefly peaked through the leaves and saw that they were smiling, and didn’t look like they…would really…

“Quiet down you two,” the third hissed. “There could be other carnivores anywhere.”

“Right, in the, uh, middle of the night?” The first asked skeptically. They walked forward some more, farther and farther away from Firefly.

But then the third raptor jerked his head up in her direction. She froze, and he sniffed the air. He shushed the other two, and they stiffened with confused expressions, listening.

He stomped over to her hiding spot, hissing under his breath. His eyes narrowed, and he swiveled his head her way. Firefly squeaked and reared back, her eyes wide.

The orange raptor leapt into the air and landed right behind Firefly to pin her down with his talons. “We’ll looky here,” he growled. The two raptors hurried over to see, and exchanged glances.

“A Carnotaur,” the first raptor hissed, sounding bored. “So what, Burr?”

“Whatcha doing alone squirt?” The second asked, baring her teeth. The third raptor—Burr, apparently— lifted her up by the tail, and Firefly curled up as much as she could, slamming her eyes shut.

“Answer!”

“maybe she’s a stowaway,” the second suggested. “ or she can’t speak yet. Hey, little Carno. I’m Streak. Can you talk?”

“Only one way to find out,” Burr said. “We’re takin her with us, alright?”

They shuffled in the underbrush, but didn’t disagree. “OK then. Let’s go.” Burr hissed.

And they took Firefly, to afraid to speak, to wherever they were taking her.

she just had to find out where.