by Evil Eye » Sun May 16, 2010 5:31 pm
Pulsar was in the shadows of the trees, dead center of Central Park, watching a small herd of Maiasaura, wondering if he should try his luck. He shook his head. He was too weak; he'd just waste more fuel and energy trying to catch them. He tried to jump up into a tree, but staggered, and tripped over an upturned root, and fell flat on his stomach. He tried to get up, and fell over again.
I'm too weak... he thought. He mustered his energy, and barely managed to get up, shaking slightly. His vision was blurry, and he took a few slow, weak steps, still shaking abnormally with each one. He needed sustenance, and fast, if he was to survive. He knew this was the last chance he may get for food, and so, against his better judgment, readied himself to hunt the pack he was so close too. He set off at a run, going at a slower-than-normal pace, and went after a younger looking, medium sized Maiasaurus, slightly away from the rest of them. The vulnerable dinosaur realized Pulsar's presence slightly too late. The weakened raptor managed to jump toward it, as it began running away, and got a slash off at it's flank, but Pulsar couldnt hang on, and fell heavily onto the ground, slightly injured. The herd, frightened, stampeded away, leaving the raptor on it's side, laying in the grass. He let out a sigh of frustration, and hopelessness. He once more tried to get up, and managed to crouch for a few seconds, before collapsing in a heap on the field again, his exhausted body and weak legs unable to support his weight.
He let out a loud call, letting it ring out so that any raptor within a mile would hear it, and know where he was. His eyes closed, and his breathing slowed as he fell unconscious...
Clarity of thought before rashness of action...