by The Kingpin » Fri Oct 29, 2010 11:25 pm
As Fatalis neared his target, he picked up another scent. that of the Raptor they had met on the human island. Aircrest thought Fatalis. seems coincidences were plentiful as of late. the loner was sick judging by the scent, and Fatalis knew it was impossible he was the only one who noticed it. there was nothing predators liked more than preying on the weak. saved them trouble. Aircrest had proven he was the kind who rapidly built a list of enemies, so Fatalis decided he'd need to take precautions. leaping, the Raptor disappeared into the canopy, the disturbing silence of the action making detection impossible, the Raptor comfortable in the fact he was now downwind from them. he wouldn't be detected...
Crusher slowed as he neared the Northern tip of his border, at the end of his patrol, picking up a scent. The Patriarch narrowed his eyes suspiciously, looking around, inspected his surroundings. the scent was tinted with the smell of pine-like foliage, the surprisingly fresh scent of blood mixed in. snapped and grated tree branches, bark viciously scraped by something large and relatively flat, though having a jagged surface. large footprints in the dirt, almost the size of his own feet. the Rex grunted. It was a Giga. Young. Healthy. Heavily mutated. A bull. From the Northern-most tips of the island. Roughly 55 feet in length, give or take, with an oddly thick, armoured hide. Most recently having hunted another Carcharodontosaurid - A Mapusaurus. The scent of the blood was extremely fresh. and he was sure this Giga didn't live nearby...meaning it either killed the Mapusaurus for food...or fun. Crusher chuckled almost malevolently. Hmmm...A badass, are you? walking into others' territory and taking what you like?.....we'll see about that. this being the end of his patrol, the Rex decided he could spare the time to hunt down this predator...it was time for some entertainment...And punishment...
The beast trudged through the jungle terrain slowly, confident in his strength, fangs dripping with blood and saliva as the creature picked up the scent of two Rexes. A male...and a female. they were not his true targets...pests. distractions. he decided he'd pass them by...but not before giving them a bit of a scare with his presence. with the scent, he detected the scent of Stegosaur blood. perfect. by the time his scent reached them they'd be so full of food they'd be slow and sluggish. scare the life out of them, without even needing to be there...
He was on a march. He had a target...to crush everything that kept him from the top. He knew there were powerful creatures out there...but he didn't care. He had strength that no other creature could hope to rival. He was armed with weapons granted to him by his master...The one who showed him a source of immeasurable power. The one who led him to The Lake...The promises of power given to him by The Lake. It spoke to him. It spoke of might beyond challenge. Irrefutable command over everything around him. The guaranteed vengeance for his late...great...father. Now it was just a matter of time...He would pick apart the creature that he loathed most...and then...he would crush the creature who showed him this power source....so that he would be able to keep the power....to remain unchallengeable. Yesss....You and I will be the masters of this island.....very...very soon...
"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