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Claws (1b/3)
Date: 2012-12-04 04:17 am (UTC)There is. Well, there is a particularly odd one. A cracked bump, like a small rock pressed into it, but from the inside.
Like something is trying to poke its way out. Boone blanches. The Courier says something about waiting there, and jogging away to buy some new ammo and maybe guns. Something Boone would partake in, if it weren’t for a very alive egg. He feels the weight shift around inside the shell and five new holes are poked in the shell, giving a nice preview of those claws.
“Ehhhh….”, Boone wants to say something, because the Courier’s lunch is hatching. But he is out of ear range and the egg just keeps cracking and breaking. A foot kicks through and an arm snakes through a new hole. Moments later a small head is poking out. Boone stares, like watching a train wreck. Nothing he can do. Just hold it. Though the shell gives way and cracks, and he is forced to cup his hands and support just the bottom. Entire chunks fall and now he is having a staring contest with a newly hatched Deathclaw.
The little pale ball of scales and a muddled look. Huge class too, right out of the egg. It could do some damage. In theory anyway. The little thing shakes and twitches and looks like it barely has the strength to sit. Feeling no threat, Boone ends the stare and brings the little thing to his chest, holding it similar to a human baby. His arms were getting tired, and the little thing clearly has no strength. Probably best to kill it soon, but he should check with the Courier. He’d hate to be left out of the decision making process, even if there isn’t much of one.
Boone takes a seat on a rock and looks towards the horizon for the Courier. Who still isn’t there. The Deathclaw makes an odd sound. Something between a groan and a mewl. Boone looks down at the thing. It certainly made its home, curled up against Boone’s chest, gnawing idly at his shirt. He supposes it is hungry. Supposes that once it eats, it might have enough strength to do damage. Supposes that it can’t do that much damage, even on a full stomach. Boone pulls out some squirrel meat and quickly goes down a yellow-toothed maw. Seems like hatching works up an appetite. Down the maw another piece goes.
“Dude, that my egg?”, sounds like the Courier is back.
“Just the inside”, somebody must have rubbed off on Boone. He never use to joke. Two over-sized claws grab his arm, and the small mouth of the Deathclaw moves towards the cooked squirrel, wanting more. Ah, what the hell. Not that far from the Lucky 38 anyway. He gives the baby Claw the entire squirrel. Happily, the little thing chomps away at the body.
“Dude”, the Courier says again, at a complete loss. Boone waits for him to say something more intelligent. “He’s adorable”, well, that is an interesting thing. Boone was still expecting some sort of untimely death. Though he had to admit, he might have gotten just a bit attached.
“What do you want to do with him?”
“Uhhhhmmmmm…..”, clearly, the Courier did not think that far ahead. Granted, he just found out a minute ago. “Keep him?”, to which Boone almost snorts.
“Going to get big”, and probably very deadly. Though the idea of releasing a Deathclaw on a Legion camp did bring a small smile to his face.
“Arcade is fairly big too. We make do”, Boone thinks Arcade will throw a fit over the little thing. That thought makes Boone smile too. Guess they could keep it for now, just to get a rise out of the others. It is docile enough, simply laying low, nestled in Boone’s arms. It has apparently accepted him as his mom.