CuddlesTheOctopus

Just imagine sitting there. Sitting across from a full grown female Utahraptor. She’s taller than you. Seven meters from the tip of her snout to the tip of tail. Stronger and faster, too. Easily 4 times your weight. Probably more. She could easily hop the table and kill you any any number of ways before your guards could even draw their guns. And all she’s asking for is more of the Utaa's, her people's, native lands to be returned. As her interpreter translates, she laps a mysterious thick red liquid from a simple alabaster chalice. You can subtlety smell it. It’s blood. “From a pig” the interpreter assures you.