by The Kingpin » Tue Jun 17, 2014 1:25 am
"Yup" responded Fatalis calmly as he stepped out of the bush, examining himself to make sure he was right. A couple of scratches along his side marked where a broken branch had grazed him on the way down, but he was clear aside from that. "Well, 'cept for that. Ow" he added, licking the wound as best he could. "What was the whole point of this anyway?" hissed Hellfire, somewhat confused.
Thrasher meanwhile, was heading towards the edge of the border, glancing out across uncharted land as a potential inhabitant for the first time in 16 years. It was a surreal sensation, the thought that this place was no longer his home. Crusher was a naive fool, vengeful and spiteful, clueless to the grander scheme of the island's workings. But his anger wasn't unjustified. Thrasher's initial plan, the orchestrating that went into that initial invasion of the territory, had been an act of pure greed; want for the living the Tyrannosaur Spectre had enjoyed, no more, no less. It was only many years later that he realised what having such a large territory entailed. Despite the sheer scale of the island, having the turf to satisfy several families of super-predators and maintain them meant a lot when it was occupied by far fewer individuals than it should. Between himself, his family, and a small handful of his and his father's allies, they had held a territory that could easily have sustained a dozen Tyrannosaurs as well. That many large predators, the sheer amount of food they required, forced out to the rim of the island, and constantly pestered, along with the rest of the predators that made the edges of Thrasher's borders their home, was sufficient to make life significantly harder for many creatures.
What Thrasher would never admit, however, was that the problem was not even close to as severe as he described....What he also would never admit....was that there was a greater force behind the original plan to take Spectre's territory...It was for that action that he was later praised, albeit quietly. Over the years, Scimitar's actions and behaviour had made it clear that he could not have been the one behind the decision, behind the plan that changed the lives of so many. Thrasher, while significantly more brutal, also didn't fit the plan's nature, though there were elements in it that were familiar to his own choices later in life. The true orchestrator of the entire incident, however, was thus far a mystery. One only Thrasher knew...and whose existence he would never reveal...
"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