by The Kingpin » Sun Dec 07, 2014 11:41 am
Thump.
A snarl.
Thump.
Eyes parted open as pupils narrowed. Another snarl.
Thump.
Rising to his feet, the Irritator glanced towards the source of the sound.
Thump.
The dark grey-brown Suchomimus snaked through the flooded forest, seeking out the smaller Spinosaurid.
"About time you showed up" hissed the Irritator, reddish eyes glaring from amidst the heavy foliage near the forest floor, the beast rising to stare up at the much larger predator. "Watch your tongue, Rake. Thrasher wants you dead and I am half tempted to drag you to him myself" warned the Suchomimus, an aged male that looked very much the portrait of pain and suffering, rivalling the Irritator's own battle-scarred visage. "You kill me and you'll never get your son back. For now, you do what I say, when I say it. Be a good little Sucho and I'll help you. Step out of line and you will not see him until it is far too late" warned the Irritator, drawing a frustrated growl from the larger predator. Good. He would behave himself.
"In case you haven't noticed, there's a new power worming its way into control on Sorna. Thrasher used to be one of them, but since his defeat he's cut himself off. This group call themselves the 'Displacement'. They're intelligent, resourceful and very, very dangerous to those who get on their bad side. They are raptors, Rexes, Spinosaurs, Troodon. They count members of all species on this island among their ranks. The one thing that all members of this group share, is their mutation; their use of the pools. You know the ones. Thrasher used to go to one regularly back when he still had the heartland territory" explained the Irritator as he paced. "Why should I care?" rumbled the Suchomimus, lowering his muzzle so that it was mere inches from Rake's own, long, conical fangs glinting menacingly. "You should care, you fool, because it is quite probable your son is in their possession. And no, they won't tell you where he is no matter how nicely -or lack thereof- you ask. They are creatures of negotiation. One thing for another. Anything less and you will only end up with a slit throat...or a slit son's throat, if they even suspect that your connection is becoming troublesome" hissed Rake. "And you know this, how, exactly?" rumbled the giant before him.
In response, the Irritator moved his tail, pushing aside one of the bushes, revealing the badly broken body of a mutant Utahraptor. It looked for the most part to be normal, though its hide shimmered an odd colour, its fangs were a bit too long, its talons a bit to large, feathers lining the back of its head, its arms and its tail. Its feet were crushed, its body covered in gashes that looked shallow but undoubtedly painful, and its tail was smashed in no fewer than five different places, each segment bending at a cringe-inducing angle from the segment before. "I can be...persuasive, when I need to be. Now, if you want to learn your son's location, you are going to have to learn to be patient. I will arrange for one to 'stumble' across you. You will infiltrate their ranks. Offer yourself to their service. They are seeking out allies now, so they will not turn you away. After that, you will take on a few jobs. Do what they ask. I will be watching. Once we know more about their plans, we will be able to figure out how to track down your son. Don't try and do it alone. They will suspect you if you are too direct. You are one of several I have among their ranks. You will each relay information to me, and I will use it to learn what we need to know to move forward" growled the Irritator calmly. "And why are you so interested in them?" gurgled the Suchomimus. "That is my business, not yours. Now, get moving. You are to head North-west, to the mutant pool over there. You will be intercepted. We will speak again once you have been...recruited" ended Rake as he turned away, leaving the Suchomimus to his own devices...
"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