by The Kingpin » Tue Jun 26, 2007 7:51 am
fire raged around a group of human warehouses, as he looked right and left for an escape, finding none. surrounded by a massive pack of gigantic mutant Raptors, he felt alone, scared and abandoned. he was small, far smaller than any other lone rex. a youngster, only 4 years old, in a land of titans. surrounded by Raptors, all moving closer and closer in on him and snarling mocking squeeks of his fear. until one unusually large one walked up to him, and knocked him over, to kill him. he kicked it in the face, slashing it along the side of it's snout, and ran through the small path it had made on it's way there, the Raptors reacting but too slow to catch the youngster before he ran between 2 walls of flame which connected after he left. the Raptors screeched in anger as they leapt over the fire, only to find the son of the creature they hated most on the entire island, had vanished...
Thunder rang in his ears for the second time this week. he jerked from his sleep and looked up at the sky. raining again? a loud crakle came mere seconds after a streak of light pierced the dark skies. he looked towards SharpClaw's basking spot, to find she wasn't there. he looked towards the spot where RawHide and RawClaw were and couldn't help but grin. SharpClaw was resting her head right on RawHide's flank, with one of her arms going over and around RawClaw in what could only be described as a raptor hug. things really had worked out. he hoped it would stay that way. feeling thirsty, he got up, another streak of light ripping through the delicate night's backdrop and the booming roar of rain and thunder tearing through the air like a stampede of Gallimimus. soon, Crusher had reached the same stream that he was at with RawHide the previous day. his footprint, the smaller one by Razorclaw, the fallen Allosaur. all memories of a good time long past. now, instead of the light, cheerful green shade the stream turned pond had, there was a very dark, uninviting feel about it..."That nightmare...that horrible...horrible nightmare...how could i have it now, after all these years?" growled Crusher, a sad and frightened look on his face as he remembered that fateful day...
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The Kingpin on Tue Jun 26, 2007 11:34 am, edited 1 time in total.
"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