by The Kingpin » Tue Jun 28, 2011 10:46 pm
The following morning saw the beginning of the long, amusing, irritating and frightening year of mothering for the Adult female Allosaur. and what a way to start the year it was. a terrified squeak seemed to pierce the silence of the misty dawn that blanketed the Allosaur nest. Aurora's eyes snapped open, one amethyst orb gazing at the source of the sound, spotting Blade locked in combat with a Compsognathus, seemingly hell bent on tearing it apart. Aurora sighed in relief when she saw her son was managing on his own. she remembered her own first fight with a Compy, only a few hours old. she had had a fairly more difficult time, fighting to keep the creature's serpentine neck and snout from getting a good angle at her throat, while it kicked and clawed at her flanks. Blade however seemed more worried about keeping it still while he chewed on it's neck, which, despite the ferocity of his fighting, seemed almost excessively amusing at their size. the Compy kicked at his chest and stomach, Blade setting one foot between the Compy's legs and pressing against it's lower stomach and pelvis bone, the green reptile squeaking in panic as it felt Blades long toe claws graze dangerously against it's soft stomach, kicking off and knocking them apart, the two tumbling away from eachother clumsily as they scrambled to their feet, Blade staring at the Compy with bright, excited emerald eyes. the Compy stared at him wide eyed. It had come here expecting an easy meal before the adults woke up. it had never expected the youngster to be so feisty, or so lucky. it was obvious from the way Blade fought that he had no idea what he was doing. but his luck was startling to the poor Compy. first the neck, then the stomach, all in a matter of seconds? it was as if the Allosaur was born knowing where to hit. smiling, the female lay still, her gaze relaxing once she had realised Blade was doing fine...
Crusher lay silently in the cave, the shafts of light from the early morning sun passing through the canopy outside of the cavern, casting a greenish glow into the cavern, the Rex's grey and tan skin taking a green tint from the light. beside him lay the Tenontosaur leg, which, while having suffered quite a bit of nibbling at the jaws of Compies in the night, was more or less intact. He had been awake since before dawn. he was lucky enough to have a decent amount of sleep, though the sudden attack of a night horror shook him from his slumber an hour before dawn. the Rex sighed, frustrated. for years he had tempered his mind, forged it in the flames of life and memory. He had developed ways to help him forget. problem was, that only worked while he was awake. in his sleep, his past returned with a vengeance, assaulting his mind in a barrage of horrific memories. the roars, screeches, bellows and snarls of battle, the spray of blood and smashing of bone, the pops of dislocated limbs, the yelps of agony, panic and fear. Every detail returned in his dreams, warped by his own fears of death and of seclusion from those he knew and cared about. he had lost everything. everything he had ever known had, in one night 8 years ago, ceased to exist. he had gained one friend in that time. and since, he had grown to consider him a brother, in a way. and he knew that that, was likely the most valuable thing he had left. friendship. Though he was young, Crusher knew there were only three things that mattered now. To hold Darkness close, to discover the identities of those who did this to him.....and to return the favour...with interest...
The Spinosaur shook his head as he rose to his feet, yawning widely. the previous night had bothered him. he had been informed that a Tarbosaur had entered the territory, in plain sight. it had been ignored. short of a few words of mockery, it got away unscathed. he was not pleased. still, at least it had shown no aggression. that was the one thing that saved the Spinosaurs present from a vicious punishment at Thrasher's claws. still....he needed to leave a mark. a warning. he needed to make an example to prevent another fool absently strolling into his territory. It was time he went hunting...
"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