by The Kingpin » Sat Apr 17, 2010 10:00 pm
Blade smiled at the female's exhaustion. he didn't blame her. he himself had been feeling the mind numbing effects of exhaustion. regardless of how much he reassured himself that the humans were gone and that this place belonged to dinosaurs now, their presence overwhelmed him, their constructs surrounding him, their contraptions littering the pathways they carved in their hive-like world. and that presence, disturbed him. and with that discomfort came restless nights, discomforted by the cold environment, the deadness of this place. even despite the plants, the local, though small, mammals, mice, rats, cats, dogs, and others, the birds occasionally sounding their musical tones above. even despite all that, it still did nothing to throw off the dark, dead feel of this alien world. he wondered, silently, how long he would have to suffer this discomfort, before his mind finally found peace, and allowed him the luxury of a peaceful sleep. pulling himself, almost forcefully, from his wandering thoughts, he settled, before giving a glance to Alira; the only connection to home he had at the moment. "You have any ideas about a good place to sleep? i can't get used to sleeping on these human-created paths....it makes sleeping on a boulder seem like a luxury....at least they aren't as sharp" growled the Allosaur finally, having had to draw strength to speak, having seemingly disconnected from the world for a few brief moments in thought...
as Crusher neared the Western part of the island, he took in the scents surrounding him. Liliensternus...and Spinosaurs. he thought he could pick up the faintest scent of Ceratosaur on the breeze that drifted through the ghostly hallways of this human metropolis, though it was too faint to be sure. amongst the scents of the predators, he also picked up the scent of Lambeosaurus, as well as Pachycephalosaurs, the stench of a small family group of Iguanodons and a lone Triceratops. he considered hunting, but shrugged the idea off. he had eaten only hours ago, and the Carnotaur he had killed had fed him well, as well as his daughter, and her friends. he would wait till later to feed. sighing, the Rex looked up at the sky, the magestic orange, purple and blue hues painting the clouds above being the last outcries of the setting sun, the only thing that was constant wherever he seemed to go. Sorna, here, whatever other place the humans had taken him to once before. even the prey didn't taste the same anymore. the diet the herbivores fed on, the fear of their surroundings and the discomfort of living in this alien environment came out as an unpleasant change in how they tasted. the water, was poisoned by the horrific, unnatural creations the humans once dwelled in. the air, despite it having been long since free of the constant poisoning of the human cars, still carried their nose-piercing scent. and yet, even in this decaying forest of rock and metal, life found a way. the forest in the center of the island had obviously once been contained by barriers, perhaps a nod to how much humans were still like any other living creature, dependent on the solace found in the peace of the wilderness to remove it from their lives completely. now, with no humans to interfere, nature was taking back what rightfully belonged to it, the barriers once containing the forest slowly being crushed and consumed by the trees and bushes and moss. the once smooth rock paths were being mangled by such a humble plant as grass, which now sprouted through every crack it found in the unnatural rocky earth, to the point some large areas had become shallow grassland. vines wrapped around arcing metal posts over the paths, draping off them in thick ropes. he had no doubt that if it were given long enough, the vines would consume the post, crush it under their collective weight, just as they had done on Sorna. the massive rock constructs built by humans in seeming defiance to nature, standing tall and daunting, piercing the skies above like spikes into flesh, would also, like Sorna, one day begin to crumble. given long enough, they may even collapse, and on such a scale as this, the entire island would become a gargantuan pile of rubble. it was a comforting thought to know that mankind's hold on nature would never be absolute, never permenent. but it also worried him. if his family were to stay here, one day they may end up becoming the final victims of humanities abominations. it was a troubling thought to consider, and Crusher tried his best to forget it. however, other, more immediate troubles arose in their place. Nightshade. the black elder Rex had taken everything from him once. and he had no intention of letting him live to do so again. the fact that he managed to almost literally steer all the hardships the island had to offer for Crusher to his own will, and to achieve it from the shadows despite his size and disquietening presence, were all the more reason to fear him remaining hidden for too long. but then. what if he were back on Sorna? what had he done to the island in Crusher's absence? had he hunted down all other challengers for his title? had he killed all Crusher's remaining friends? did he know about Rampages family? or, rather, had he killed them before approaching Crusher himself? to perhaps destroy all intimate ties with the family? so many things to consider...Crusher shook his mind free of the thoughts. if I keep dwelling in the past, the future will cease to exist for me. the Rex took another scent of the surroundings to distract his mind, tracing the scent of the Spinosaur and Lambeosaurid, to find out who owned this place. the Rex began to move. judging by the scent he wasn't in any form of territory or path the Spinosaur had taken yet. instead, he was walking in the opposite direction, on what could possibly be a collision course. or possibly simply towards the border. he knew however, that the Spinosaur was somewhere ahead, and the scent wasn't strong enough yet to determine if he knew it or not...
"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