by The Kingpin » Fri Nov 28, 2014 11:45 pm
A bone chilling snarl came from the Tyrannosaur as he walked out from amidst the trees on the river's edge, revealing himself to the abomination ahead. The Acrocanthosaur stopped eating, but seemed not to acknowledge the Rex for several moments. A low gurgling growl came from the mutated predator as it turned to face him. Its muzzle was completely soaked in blood, as if it had driven its entire head into the ribcage of the marine reptile. Its teeth jutted out in unexpected directions, making its entire muzzle an amalgam of jagged edges, many of the uneven teeth having grown since the mutation, the animal's original set of teeth still growing normally. Its eyes were a pale green-grey shade, pupils barely visible, giving the creature a sightless look that was unnerving to stare at. Its blackened hide twitched and quivered randomly, and a rasping breath came from it as it roared at the Rex in challenge. Crusher's response rang free of his jaws, resonating in the forest around him, reaching out for miles and dwarfing even the bellow of the abomination standing before him. A flash of lightning cast light upon the forest below, the Tyrannosaur's hide lit up for a moment, his scarred form revealed as thunder rumbled on the wind at the back of the Rex's roar. The Acrocanthosaur charged, bloody saliva swinging in viscous strings from the beast's maw.
The two predators clashed violently, the thump of their collision almost unnatural, the Acrocanthosaur lunging for a bite, only to be countered with the Tyrannosaur's massive skull, swinging into its jaw like a monstrous hammer, knocking it sideways, a threatening snarl coming from the Rex, the Acrocanthosaur's muscular tail knocking Crusher's head sideways as it spun round to face him once more. A low, angered growl rumbled in the Tyrannosaur's throat as he straightened his head to face the beast, a reddish hue spilling into the golden eyes of the Tyrannosaur as the Acrocanthosaur lunged. Lightning cast the Tyrannosaur in its light, revealing a drastically different creature to the one that had confronted the Acrocanthosaur a moment ago. In that brief moment of illumination, there stood a creature with much starker colours, the dark grey running along his back closer to black, the grey-brown turning a deeper, richer hue, the tan rings outlining his stripes and spots seeming as though they were golden, and his beige underside looking closer to white. Above all the changes were his eyes, reddish pools of pure fury, his narrowed pupils outlined by a ring of golden yellow. In that instance, the intruding Rex had become the Monster of Sorna; The Scarred Rex that had beaten Thrasher himself into submission.
Darkness had shrouded the Tyrannosaur a moment later however, the combined darkness of the storm overhead coupling with the shade of the trees to create a choking darkness. And in that darkness, the Scarred Rex struck. His foe diving in for a blow, Crusher reared and craned his neck, the Acrocanthosaur's bloody jaws snapping shut short of the behemoth, Crusher lunging as his jaws slammed shut on its back, missing his intended target, though it mattered little. The Tyrannosaur stepped to the side as he heaved sideways, dragging the Acrocanthosaur off its feet and slamming it into a tree, the tower of wood trembling with the force, splintering from the impact as the mutant slumped at the foot of the plant. Crusher wasted no time, a foot pressing onto its hip and pressing down, talons tearing massive gashes in it as the Rex lunged forward, jaws digging into its flanks and tearing a brutal hole in its side, a sickening roar coming from the monstrosity as it lunged to bite the Rex, only to be muzzled with the slab of flesh the Rex had ripped from its side, knocking its head back to the ground.
The beast kicked and scrambled as it tried to get to its feet, each attempt responded to with a violent blow from the irritated Rex, a misaimed kick responded to with the Rex's own, a sickening crack sounding out as Crusher broke its leg, a writhing tail answered with a powerful bite, smashing the vertebrae and ripping another horrified screech from the Acrocanthosaur's throat. It was then, after he had utterly destroyed the animal, that Crusher chose to end it. "Your time is at an end, filth" snarled the Tyrannosaur, the Acrocanthosaur swinging its head upwards with a snarl in one last attempt to leave a mark on the Tyrannosaur, only to be silenced immediately by the Rex's massive jaws, knocking its skull back to the ground and lunging for its throat. As massive, blade-like fangs plunged into supple, poisoned flesh, a screech came from the Acrocanthosaur, immediately scrambling to get free before more damage was done. It was too late, however. A chilling snarl rumbled in the Rex's throat as he dragged it up onto its one functional leg, the full force of his bite coming down on his victim as a series of cracking crunches rang out over the roar of the rain, the Tyrannosaur dragging his paralysed victim and thrashing, killing it with one final, fatal break and throwing it into the river, the resulting splash drenching the Rex even further as puffs of vapour spilled from the predator's nostrils...
As the mangled body of the mutant was dragged away by the river, the Tyrannosaur had time to reflect. The island was under siege from within. These...abominations, were spreading. They were growing more common, growing bolder, stronger, more volatile. He had been warned that they would only get worse. That they had to be stopped. That soon none would be safe. As far as the island was concerned, he was now the most formidable creature alive. His reputation would spread. First fear, then envy, then hatred. Sooner or later, they would come. And when that happened, the question would arise; what did he do to stop them? Where was he, when these monsters amassed the strength to butcher whatever crossed their path? A deep, gut-wrenching snarl spilled from the jaws of the Scarred Tyrant...It was time to resume the patrol...And to seek out Ripper...
"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