by The Kingpin » Fri Apr 15, 2011 9:41 pm
"You're welcome" growled the Rex in response, toothy grin spread even wider, before returning to his own meal, the Rex ripping his meal apart, consuming whole chunks of it carelessly, bones and all...
the screeching roars of two superpredators thundered across the plains of the island, as two Spinosaurs fought viciously for dominance. one was large, dark green and covered in blue and cyan blotches, bright flares of orange making an appearance in the predator's massive fin, as well as the waddle on it's neck, large, stretched, covered in small spikes and decorated with black tigerstripes. it's yellow eyes burned with rage and pain, as it faced it's opponent. "Thrasher, you FOOL! It is our unity that gives us our strength! that's all that gave us the strength to defeat Spectre and his family! Do you really want to throw all that away?!" bellowed the Spinosaur. before him stood a 65 foot behemoth, grey green in colour, blue, cyan and green streaks and mottling forming wisped patterns on it's flank, the patterns looking almost like a picture of green-tinted trees in a forest; a pattern that would make him almost invisible in a wooded environment. it's body was covered in thick scutes and osteoderms, comparable in appearance to crocodile scales, starting at the head and ending at the tip of the Spinosaur's muscular tail. spikes grew from the base of the skull and along the neck and along the top of the fin, ending with the fin. "Scimitar, it seems you misunderstand my intentions. I have no intention of breaking the unity of our family...I simply intend to eliminate you as the head. You've led long enough...My turn" hissed Thrasher malevolently as he strode towards his father, massive claws at the ready, fangs bared, heartless, having no pity for his father. Despite Thrasher's young age at the time, he was the one who pressed the decision to wipe out the Rexes, not his father. the older Spinosaur was no longer important...it was time Thrasher took charge...and claimed what he deserved...
"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