by The Kingpin » Tue Jul 27, 2010 12:26 am
Fatalis chuckled at the discussion betwen the packmembers. "You're learning" he growled with a smirk. he slowed when he picked up the scent of a superpredator, and changed course, heading Northwest instead of simply North. he was thankful for the direction the wind was blowing, giving him early warning. with Renegade, th pack's chances against a superpredator vastly improved. not only could they outrun it, but if need be, Renegade and he could fight it off. but that still didn't mean they were free to risk it. time and acquaintencs had taught him that Rexes were skilled ambush predators, and in an area saturated with one's scent, it's position would be difficult to determine, meaning it could literally strike from anywhere. evading the source of the scent, which was undoubtedly a territorial border, meant they wouldn't have to worry about it. even if it ventured outside it's territory, he'd be able to see it coming, and hold it off. "Rhojis, Sylicora, Howler. easy question for you. do you smell that?" growled the black and grey raptor. he intended to find out how much they could identify from the scent. Fatalis himself could identify it was a fully grown Rex, a female, and that it was alone. unmated. he could estimate that the border was a few hundred meters Northeast of their current position, safely out of range, but close enough to divulge details. judging by extremely faint traces of Torosaurus scent in the air, he guessed that a fair distance into the territory was a Torosaurus kill. it was too faint for him to identify when it was killed, or how big the kill was, but he guessed that it would likely be sub adult or elderly, judging by the fact it was a lone, adult Rex. it would naturally try and get the largest amount of food in the easiest possible way....preying on the weak...
Blade nodded. "Met him several months ago, along with Selena, and a few interesting 'friends' of theirs. was talking with him yesterday too. ironicly, he was pointing me in the direction of Darkness....though now i'm starting to wonder if i should've kept my mouth shut" growled the Allosaur as he looked at his feet, disappointment notable in his eyes. he should've known he couldn't expect Darkness to be the same lazy, amusing, caring raptor that had taken him in as a juvenile...but still....to see the tormenting, malevolent side of the Raptor as severely as this...it took effort to get his head around it. Guess that's why everyone's always talking abou the 'Good old days'. the present is never as pleasant as the past one dreams to relive thought the Allosaur solemnly...
the hooting of anatotitan echoed through the streets as Crusher noticed the foliage getting thicker once more. the ground was full of dips and holes where rain water had accumulated heavily, forming an almost swamplike environment, vines growing thickly on the walls of abandoned human structures, most of them barely taller than himself. trees grew in abundance, and grass grew in patches, reeds and lilies forming elsewhere, though Crusher couldn't imagine how they had reached here, a place which had undoubtedly once been completely free of such plants. the scent of anatotitan was strong, his acute sense of smell identifying his target as a small family herd of roughly 12 individuals, mostly adults with a few elders and one youngster if his senses served him right. Crusher yawned widely, fangs glinting in the receeding sunlight, the fiery sky casting it's blood red rays on the ground below, streaks of constrasting pink, orange, purple and blue hues decorating the sky in the form of clouds, wispy cirrus clouds forming an eye catching mosaic of colours, lit in such a way by the sun that it seemed as if it were made of long thin tongues of flame. the melodious songs of birds could be heard, their symphony falling on an audience unable to see the phantom orchestra, the branches of the trees acting as a veil to conceal nature's musicians from view. with an admirative groan, the massive Rex walked onwards, leaving the picturesque scene behind him...he didn't need more things to make him think of home...it would only make the pain of being away from it that much harsher...
"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