by TyrantTR » Wed Mar 14, 2007 2:37 am
Diablo skidded to a halt at the clearing. No one. Mabye he would... wait... It was all to much like his child hood. Wandering off and then comming back to nothing. Diablo spent three years waiting for his family. A great momment of sadness came over him. The memmories, the painful, unbearable memmories. Diablo let out a beasty sigh as he turned around to enter the seemingly unending, and dark forest. He wandered past tree, and tree again, in a thoughtful mood. He hoped if Crusher was coming, he wouldn't mind that Diablo wasn't there. The Carnotaur slowly walked, with a slight limp, back to his territory. He needed to be alone for a bit.
Thrash roared heavily at batch of omnivoris Gallimimus. They scatered franticly away from the cornivore, splashing in a muddy river bank, their feet barely makeing any noise but the sploosh of them crossing the shallow water. The acrocanthosaur truged on, back towards his home. He hadn't been near it in a while, and it may be hazardus if he stayed away much longer. Dispite the fact that the carnivore left, the Gallimimus were still running around, completely oblivius to the lack of danger they were in. It was a tiresome disapointment, that the rexes didn't save a spino for him to kill. He felt like tearing something apart and devouring it whole by himself, instead of the annoying scavenging he had been reduced to. Thrash could just easily snatch one of the local dinosaurs, but he was to tired right then. Then again, he was always tired. It was bothersome to use up energy unless defending a territory, or fighting for dear life. He simply didn't want to waist time. It was bothersome. After all his expeirence in hunting, the dignified acrocanthosaur soon became lazy. His attitude and reflection on current events changed rapidly. He was fed up with hunting. The possibility of getting hurt, the large ammount of risk. It just wasn't safe. Scavenging was so much more efficient. Although hunting ad it's benifits. For example the thrill, the plain out thrill. It felt good to take down prey with your own bloody jaws, it felt good to feel the fresh meat slide smoothly down your throat. Oh god, he LOVED it. Thrash assured himself tat once his territory was safe, he would have a nice genuine hunt.