by Hopeflower » Wed Mar 16, 2011 11:54 pm
Some of the eyes the human had sensed belonged to a pack of twenty small but efficient killers. They had scattered when the huge, noisy thing they could only think of as a bird type they weren't familiar with had come crashing to earth. Their slender heads were held low to the ground, as were their lean bosides, the pack checking out the two-leggeds from a safe distance. The creatures were bigger than they were - but that meant next to nothing. Their pack was strong. They were capable of taking down prey many times their size. The two-leggeds smelled safe to eat and looked defenseless. But looks could be deceiving.
The predators were small, standing just two feet tall, but the adults measured seven feet in length. Their well-muscled hind legs were designed for speed - and to be lethal. The claws each of them sported on their second toes could easily gut a bigger animal when used right. Their three-clawed forelimbs were just as formidable, though held close to their bodies, in an almost birdlike fashion. Adding to that description, the animals were covered in a downy layer of feathers colored various shades of mottled green, breaking up their outlines against the foliage. The males of the group had crests of blue atop their heads and tipping the longer feathers on their arms. What little exposed skin there was on the creatures was covered in dull tan scales.
The predators chattered softly amongst themselves, the noise drowned by the rain. They were intelligent. If they could find an easier meal than what they normally hunted, they would happily take that chance. But these two-legged creatures were alien to them. The point was to get a meal - not become one. One by one, the thirty-pound animals slipped off into the undergrowth. They would be back, to investigate these strange intruders. They were curious as well as smart. But first, they needed to eat.
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Hopeflower on Thu Mar 17, 2011 12:22 am, edited 1 time in total.
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