by The Kingpin » Thu Jun 05, 2014 1:56 am
It wasn't long before the Rexes caught up. Earth shaking thumps shook the very ground beneath the Utahraptors' feet. Trees swayed and shook, flocks of birds squawking and crowing as they scattered into the sky, desperate to escape the behemoths that carved a path through the wilderness. It was still quite a distance before even Thrasher's allies' territories began. At this distance, so long as Thrasher remained unaware of their approach, they had no need to fear an ambush. But that was just it. They had no idea if Thrasher was truly as clueless as he seemed. Crusher had, thankfully, managed to slow down Morphena and talk some sense into her, albeit quietly. Now, they moved as one, hunters carving a careful path towards destiny. As they closed in on the Spinosaur's scent a low, rattling snarl reverberated through the trees, so deep as to shake the innards of everything within a half-mile of the source, and so menacing it seemed as though death itself had come to exercise its wrath upon all in its way. Burning orange eyes shimmered in the trees, the light of the morning sun reflecting in them and lighting them up like fireballs, golden rings outlining pin-prick pupils as fangs glinted amidst the trees.
Several miles away, a lone Carcharodontosaurus patrolled the borders of a territory that was not its own. It was an old hunter, weary of the hardships of life on this island, forced to take the place of the territory's previous owner, its mangled, nigh unrecognisable corpse laying not too far away in a broken, bloody mess, the only means of identifying the cause being the recurring twin-stab wounds in its body. Its innards covered the floor in a massive pool of blood, its entire chest cavity torn open mercilessly. The sight unnerved the old predator. This was not the work of a normal creature. Nothing he knew of could destroy something so thoroughly.
Rumours had been spreading of a monstrous Tyrannosaur bent on bringing Thrasher and all that associated with him to a painful, brutal demise. The creature had slain numerous Spinosaurs, Giganotosaurs, Carcharodontosaurs and even other Rexes in its fight to bring Thrasher to an end, causing many to begin to question the wisdom behind backing a Spinosaurus with such horrifying enemies. Some rumours even suggested Thrasher himself was running scared, and the fact he had been scrambling to plug the holes in his defences only a day ago implied there could well be truth to it. The triceratops responsible for the most recent stroke of bad luck for Thrasher had killed no fewer than four super predators before departing the area, and rumours suggested the Rex, over the past few weeks, had killed even more, though how many exactly was hard to say.
As for the Carcharodontosaur, his purpose was one he cared little for. He would only be willing to give a token effort. He would not die for some greedy fish-eater's mad dreams of power. As for Thrasher himself...his location was unknown. He had been doing random patrols, pressure-testing borders and killing or forcing out anyone too weak to be of use, and any intruder seen within a hundred yards of the outer territories was to be killed on sight. Right now, there was no telling what he'd do next.
"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