Pic description for Mephis of a hunter getting turned into one of the escaped exhibits at Jurassic Park XD

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Mephia crouched in the underbrush as she waited for her prey to reveal themselves, her finger resting on the trigger, ready to pull it when the opportunity presented itself. She had lost contact with the rest of her team from Coastline Solutions; one by one they had been picked off by these creatures, till only she remained. She had almost fallen prey to one herself when they had followed her into the abandoned original park and she lost her weapon, thankfully there was some Old Spaas-12 shotguns left in the ruins that were still mostly functional. Now her goal was to just make it back to the boat alive, her bosses needed to send more men and better gear to complete this contract.
Seeing the shoreline through the trees, she decided to make a break for it, sprinting through the remaining Forrest and onto the beach. As she approached the boar however, her heart sank as she saw the inflatable pontoons that surrounded the hull were deflated.
“How could they have known…” was all she could muster as she could not believe these animals had figured out what the boat was for, let alone how to disable it. That was until something caught her eye as she looked at one of the deflated pontoons.
“Bullet holes?” she asked out loud to no one, gripping the gun in anger as she realized she had been deliberately sabotaged by someone else on the island and not by her quarry. Before she could do more than tighten her grip on her gin in anger there was a soft pop and a thud as a gas grenade landed in front of her, and began spewing mustard orange at her feet.
Mephia couldn’t even try and run before she found herself coughing uncontrollably, her muscles contracting essentially locking her in place, as a wave of strange feelings assaulted her. Almost immediately her clothing felt 3 sizes too small, especially her shorts. The feeling didn’t last long though as she felt something push out from above her butt and a heard a loud tear. She tried to look but her neck felt thick and bulged with muscle, preventing her from moving it. She could barely keep her eyes open enough in the thick gas to see the clenched jaw start pulling in front of her face making popping sounds as she grew a scaly muzzle.
Fear washed into Mephia’s system but she still found herself unable to do anything about it as more tearing clothing could be heard around her as her body grew in various places. She felt her balance shift forward onto the balls of her feet, shortly after the sound of tearing leather, she assumed her feet had changed in some way and broken free of her boots. There was a groaning of metal as she felt the shotgun in her hand snap in two as her arms swelled with muscle, the old weathered gun no match for her changing body.
Mepia’s coughs were sounding more like the calls of the raptors she had been hunting for the past week now, a long saurian snout filling her vision. As the gas began to clear she felt whatever changes that were happening to her body start to finish as well, control over her body coming back to her as her muscles stopped seizing and finished growing.
Giving a final coughing raptor call, she looked down and examined herself, the sight of a large raptor greeted her back, her long powerful tail branching out behind her, as she balanced on thick legs. Her killing claws tapping the ground unconsciously as she looked, a stripe pattern along her back reminded her of the alpha of the pack she had been here to capture, it ran all the way along her back till it disappeared under her jacked which still clung to her new form mostly intact by some miracle, the only damage being the torn sleeves just under the Coastline solutions logo.
Mephia breathed a sigh of relief as she found her mind still there, she could feel instincts in her mind wanting her to hunt and find a pack, but they weren’t that strong, and she hoped they stayed that way. Releasing the death grip she had on the two halves of the shotgun in her claws, it clattered to the ground useless, she couldn’t even use it if it wasn’t snapped in two… her opposable thumbs were going to be missed. Not that she would need it anyway; she was going to enjoy killing whoever was behind all this with her own claws.
Taking a deep sniff of the air and giving a satisfied growl as she caught the scent of who she assumed to be her first target, the person who had launched that gas grenade. With a short roar she took off into the Forrest.