by The Kingpin » Tue May 01, 2007 12:55 pm
Razorclaw hissed "Well, even though the Ultras have caused damage and we want to kill them off, just look at what happened in this fight first. we have 5 dead, and 4 kills by our hands. the rest were by Crusher and Berserk. that means that, although we're fairly even, they're still a bit more capable than us. and these aren't even the Elite Raptors! what do you think is going to happen when we face them AS WELL AS the normal mutants?! we'll be massacred!". Fatalis hissed "We don't need control over the island. that is Crusher's domain to control. but we do need to get rid of the mutants who have gone insane and wont listen to reason. this Mutant pack is one of the largest on the island, but it isn't the most influencial. otherwise, we would've faced much more than mere Megaraptors. one of the packs that Crusher had killed off even had Gigas under their control...".
Crusher looked at the Rex and growled "Who are you? what part of the island have you come from? and why are you so keen on helping us?". Crusher was suspiscious of the rex. it wasn't normal to have an animal willingly ask for trouble like that. Crusher lowered his head and looked down, lowering his neck as close to his small hands as he could, so that he could scratch his neck. that was one of the only flaws of being a Tyrannosaur. the arms were too small. all he could do with them was skewer herbivores with his claws to hold them in place while his jaws were moved into a lethal position, in situations which required it. he looked up. another storm was coming in. the weather was hot and humid, and the water was good for a refresher. after he finished scratching, he straightened up again, and waited for a reply. his vibrant rage colours returned to the usual blue/grey with black stripes and spots and a tan stomach, the red spots on his snout fading back to grey and his eyes going near turqoise. he noted a look of surprise in the face of the Rex, but didn't say anything. if it asked abotu it, he would answer, but otherwise, he'd keep quiet. Crusher waited for the raptors to make up their minds and for the Rex's response to his questions...
"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