by The Kingpin » Fri Jun 14, 2013 11:01 am
"More than you know, Nighteye" growled a voice in a nearby tree, Crusher's gaze shifting momentarily to the source, Ripper visible among the branches, though mostly obscured by the shadows of the canopy. His hide looked rougher than normal, difficult to see though it was, and the Elder seemed oddly dishevelled by his usual standards. Something had happened, though it did not show in his tone, the Raptor maintaining his aura of wisdom and command as he always had. The Elder eyed the Troodon, his expression difficult to read, looking somewhere between disgust and disappointment, as if he knew something about them warranting the reaction, and his tone seemed to imply deeper meaning, hinting to facts beyond the surface. The darkness insured that the full extent of the Raptor's implications remained lost to the Rex. His vision was good by most standards, but even he could not see through the choking darkness well enough to read the Elder's face; a saving grace for the Troodon, and one Ripper seemed well aware of...
"Ah yes, organised chaos. the sign of a clever but ever-busy mind. To the perpetrator, a carefully woven web of belongings and intrigue, but to the bystander? Madness!"
–William Beckett, Lore of Leyuna RPG