by The Kingpin » Sat Jun 21, 2014 10:29 pm
Thrasher sighed in relief as he walked out from behind one of the massive willow trees dotting the area, the facility becoming visible in the mist. The facility was as tall as any Spinosaur, thick walls cracked and collapsed in places, brown mesh-like lumps encircling a pool beside the facility; an old, rusted, mangled barrier that had once kept animals out of the contents of the man made disposal pool. Murky grey-brown liquid filled it, one side of the pool overwhelmed with the roots of a tree, which seemed unaffected by the contents. The animals surrounding the pool however, were not so lucky.
Not far away, a gargantuan reptile lay on the bank of the nigh current-less river running past the facility. The 60 foot behemoth was a Deinosuchus, severely mutated and probably one of the older creatures on the island, easily large enough to dwarf just about every other crocodilian on the island, bar a few. Yellow eyes shimmered in the dark as it watched, a low gurgling growl rumbling in its throat as it lay there casually, completely confident in its sovereignty of the area. Thrasher, though overjoyed to have finally reached the pool, wasn't so far gone that he'd risk getting too close. Carefully, he made a long, arcing path towards the pool, waiting to make sure everything was clear before finally letting his snout sink into the murky liquid, lapping up huge gulps, his wide, paranoid eyes finally settling to a narrower, less fearful state, the behemoth's entire body language changing, returning to that of the confident leader that had terrified the island for nearly a decade.
Not far away, Fatalis watched from the trees, perched high enough that he couldn't be spotted, yet low enough that he could watch with a fairly unobstructed view of the events. Hellfire wasn't much further away, though significantly lower to the ground, just out of reach of any reptile massive enough to be a potential threat.
"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