by mega raptor » Tue Mar 20, 2007 11:37 pm
Not particularly... But how does he know it's a boy?
Sickle followed the scent of fresh meat to the sight of the kill. As the scent grew stronger, he grew more cautious, as it was likely that the original killer was still close by. Eventually, Sickle smelled it: the two Ceratorsaurs that had made the original kill, sleeping near their prize. He stepped carefully, trying not to wake the two Ceratosaurs if he could. Sickle was certain that he could fight them off if it came to that, but he would rather not risk that chance.
He grabbed the hind end of the carcass-which he recognized as a young Parasaurolophus-in his jaws and started pulling. Stepping back, Sickle gently yanked the food back toward the edge of the clearing. One step, then two, then three, then-a snap. The Utahraptor winced as he realized that he had stepped on a twig, and he frantically tryed to pull the meat over the ground, but too late, one of the Ceratosaurs was already waking up.
The Ceratosaur stood up and bared its fangs and growled at him, Sickle dropped the meat and returned the growl. The other Ceratosaur woke up, too, and snarled at him. Sickle looked at both of him, sizing them up: they both had a foot on him, height-wise, and about four feet length-wise, as well as around what was likely 200 pounds each. If I had a mate or a pack, Sickle thought, I could take them, I know that I'm smarter than they are. But I can't try two-on-one, I can't risk hurting myself. So Sickle stood down and ran, but decided he'd try the river. Something would probably wash up there, he reasoned.
Ha! I caught that one. I changed it now. Also, from now on, when you see dark red writing in your posts, it's me. This is a message for everyone.
It's you and me against the world. We attack at dawn.
This is the way the world ends. Not with a bang but with a whimper. - T.S. Eliot