by The Kingpin » Tue Jun 26, 2007 9:40 pm
Rampage growled "It's Crusher. there's something wrong. i've never seen him this worried before. he's been having nightmares about the day he lost his family. he's remembered the ruins to the north, which he, you, Exile, Scar had gone to to wipe out that mutant pack living there. years ago, when his father was killed by Thrasher, his family ran, together. his grandfather, Tornado, was out hunting for a meal when it happened. and Thrasher had several Spinos with him at the time. His mother, both brothers and both sisters had run, until they were scattered by a very large pack of Raptors. Crusher headed north. he came across the ruins, which was the pack's nest. as they returned, a bolt of lightning hit the grass, and ignited it. the warehouses were surrounded by fire, and the pack had spotted him. he was smaller than a Raptor at the time it happened, and had no lessons in killing other than the small hunting lessons his parents had given him with Compies. the Raptors had surrounded him, and their leader came up to him and knocked him over. as it was about to deliver a killing bite, Crusher gave it a sharp kick in the face. a scar it bore until it's death. he ran through the path the leader had created, and found a hole in the ring of fire surrounding the warehouses. by the time the raptors got around it, he had escaped. and that is what he experienced in his dream. im worried, SharpClaw. very worried. the last time Crusher had a dream like this was before i even met him. for him to have it again after so many years...it's not a good sign"...
"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