by The Kingpin » Tue Mar 29, 2011 11:34 pm
The following morning Crusher stood amidst the trees, watching his family, the water from his drink at a nearby stream still fresh, droplets still dripping from his chin as he smiled at the sleeping family. Rampage had never looked so at peace, surrounded by her children, family, knowing that they were no longer separated. it was a heart warming sight. Serena, having grown over the last month, was now almost twice the size of the average Raptor, but was still small enough to comfortably snuggle up against her mother's flank. Hunter lay beside his mate, his tail curving round, his body wrapping round her own, their heads resting side by side, peace in their expressions. it pained Crusher to interrupt their blissful slumber. but life would not wait for them. if you fell behind, you stayed behind. the Patriarch walked through the well worn path between the trees, to the edge of the nest, crouching as he nudged his son awake. the young male looked up, grunting as he woke, eyeing his father, nodding almost immediately, already knowing what it was his father wanted of him. as Crusher straightened, the young male yawned widely, rising to his feet and walking back the way Crusher had come, to the nearby stream where he and Fury had learned a valuable lesson, so many years ago...
the young Rex walked up to the stream, eyeing the ground, spotting the massive footprint his father had left, smiling as he remembered. stepping forward, he set his own foot in the print, noting how despite his size, Crusher's footprint was still not filled. he eyed the print, and his foot, for a few seconds, his thoughts lingering on it. it described his life fairly accurately. despite his size and power, and the somewhat decent reputation he had built for himself over the years, he still lived in his father's shadow. he was still primarily known as Crusher's Son. he was not a personality of his own in the eyes of most. he was still just a branch of the behemoth who fathered him. he would one day have to correct that...but when, remained to be seen. pulling himself from his thoughts, he lowered to the stream, lapping up the cool liquid, wetting his dry throat, before plunging his head into the chilling water, lifting his head, water pouring off his skull as he rose again, the Rex opening his eye, smiling. Why hold such glum thoughts? It was a new day. it was time he lightened up. smiling, the Rex headed back to his family, spotting Crusher's gigantic silhouette edge away along the beaten path towards the edge of the territory, the young Rex staying behind, laying in a crouch beside his mate, vigilant, but comfortable, as he waited for Rampage, Lightning and Serena to wake...
"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