by The Kingpin » Fri Jan 18, 2013 6:21 am
The Allosaur hit the Rex at speed, leaping once it was close, the latter's attempt at a bite coming short of the Allosaur's stomach, it's clawed hands tearing into either side of his skull, both holding it in place and gouging deep gashes along the snout's length, sliding downwards gradually as the Allosaur slid off, taloned feet tearing at the Rex's chest and stomach at a dangerous angle before the predator planted its feet firmly on the ground, the flailing predator using the danger of further damage as a cover to make some space, taking on a fighting stance as it splayed its claws and roared threateningly...
"Yeah. Last I saw of you you were going nuts on an overly persistent Ceratosaurus-nice job on that by the way. Poor thing was hilariously shocked by the fact it was getting mauled by a Raptor. Very entertaining to see" responded Fatalis as the roars and snarls in the distance echoed along the walls of the valley. "Aaaaah. Hear that? THAT is what success sounds like" he added with a smirk of satisfaction...
"Morphena. I assume you have a good reason for bringing this...outsider...to the heart of our territory?" growled the light grey and orange female as she shifted in the nest, lifting her head to glare at the three Rexes. Her face was revealed to be heavily scarred, and dangerous red eyes stared at Crusher with an alertness that seemed unusual for her apparent age. "He apparently knows you..." started Morphena. "Morphena, many know me. I made sure of that myself years ago That in itself is meaningless" responded the older female. "...And Zephora" added Morphena, to which the older female paused, standing after a few moments of consideration. "How?" she growled sceptically, as she stood from the nest, striding over to them. She was easily the largest of the three so far, matching Crusher himself in size, if perhaps a bit shorter in height. "I take it your young are not the only ones familiar with the story of Zephora's surviving son?" rumbled Crusher lowly for the first time. "Crusher is far from here; at least a two day trek, in the heart of the island or beyond" growled the female. "I made the trek...once I learned your location" responded Crusher firmly. "Right. Assuming I believe you, what reason do you have to come now, of all times?" snarled the female as she paced. "Like I said. I only just learned of your location from Ripper...my father's old friend. Whether it was intentional or accidental, I cannot say. You never know with him" grunted Crusher. "Ripper's not the kind to do things 'accidentally'. If he mentioned it, it was of importance" growled the female as she approached, her young backing away as she neared Crusher, beginning to circle him, examining him, Crusher standing still as she did so.
"Well then, Crusher. I suppose it's time you were taken to your family" growled the older female, Crusher shaking his head. "Before that, I need to warn you. I was followed here. I have a hunch that the Dliophosaur in question was watching me at Thrasher's orders" warned the Rex, the elder female raising a brow. "How did you not detect it?" she questioned. "My guess is it was staying downwind of me when possible, and staying at a considerable distance and tracking me when it couldn't. In the end, it was Morphena that detected it. I tried to stop it, but couldn't chase it down" growled Crusher, lowering his head. "And what are the odds Thrasher is involved? We have kept away from him for years. He has no reason to pester us now" growled the elder as she began to walk, gesturing for Crusher to follow, Morphena and Sarcus following close behind. "You haven't. I have. I was raiding his borders for weeks until Ripper convinced me to stop" explained Crusher. The elder snorted unamusedly. "Whatever for? That pompous fish-gobbling lizard needs to be taken down a few notches. Let him bring what he will. We shall be ready. As will your mother and sister" she growled, continuing on her path to what Crusher assumed was the beach, the smell of salt on the air...
"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