Your velociraptors are much delayed, but seem to have ended up in the actual Current Project:
“Oh, god,” said Jon. “Four-Q’s a long way down, isn’t it?” Two or three ordinary stories separated each balcony from the next, and from this height the spiral stairways looked more narrow and crowded than ever.
“Fourteen stories,” said Grettie with a smirk. A man brushed past us, leading five… something… on leashes. I suspected them of being purchases from the livestock market, which I could still smell on the draft from the passage behind us. They looked like dove-sized birds, feathered brown and white and tan like turkeys, but they had heavily muscled arms in place of wings, ending in vicious talons. Two had bright blue crests and hissed at everyone who came within two feet; the crestless three seemed more mellow. Their owner led them into the nearest stairwell. They hopped down behind him, pausing to peer between the fleur-de-lises of the ironwork bannister.
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Date: 2013-02-23 03:20 am (UTC)“Oh, god,” said Jon. “Four-Q’s a long way down, isn’t it?” Two or three ordinary stories separated each balcony from the next, and from this height the spiral stairways looked more narrow and crowded than ever.
“Fourteen stories,” said Grettie with a smirk. A man brushed past us, leading five… something… on leashes. I suspected them of being purchases from the livestock market, which I could still smell on the draft from the passage behind us. They looked like dove-sized birds, feathered brown and white and tan like turkeys, but they had heavily muscled arms in place of wings, ending in vicious talons. Two had bright blue crests and hissed at everyone who came within two feet; the crestless three seemed more mellow. Their owner led them into the nearest stairwell. They hopped down behind him, pausing to peer between the fleur-de-lises of the ironwork bannister.