Chapter Seven: The Stalker’s Kill


That night, after putting several miles between them and the angry mother rex; the pair of raptors found a place to lie down and rest. They had found a large crevice within a tall buff, many miles of land now visible, stretching out below them. They had traveled far from the Saurolophus herd that resided in the small oasis and the Tyrannosaurs rex pair; the mourning, angry cries of the female, Ivy Scale, echoing in the distance as they made their escape. It was clear to both that something much more drastic had happen than the damage Night Glare had caused. The two could care less about it now. They were safe and needed to rest in order to replenish energy for their morning hunt.
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The raptors awoke early the next day. The sun’s light was just beginning to paint the sky with its colors while the moon slowly fell back below the horizon. The pair of raptors sat under the rock shelf they had found last night, still groggy with sleep. They watched the sky for a moment before beginning their morning preening.

As they cleaned themselves, they watched over the desolate landscape, dark eyes looking for anything that would be easy prey. The scent of an Apatosaurus and Triceratops families wafted in the air, singling they were close by; but it would be insane for two, small raptors of their kind to take on a full-grown adult. Yes, there was young nearby, but their parents would no doubt be protecting them. There was also the scent of another, much larger predator on the wind. Blood Stone recognized it as the massive, dark green Tyrannosaurus rex, Death Stalker.

The elderly Deinonychus gave a small sigh, glancing over at her son. She had reprimanded him as soon as they took this place to rest and got their breath back. She explained to him why a smaller carnivore like them should never, under any circumstance, kill a youngling of a much larger predator. It almost always meant ultimate death. The two of them just happened to be lucky enough that Ivy Scale’s mate turned up. It seemed that he had done much worse damage by the sounds of the mourning mother still echoing in their heads.

The sound of Night Glare giving a loud, bored sigh drew the red Deinonychus to another thought. Her child had not spoken a word since he hatched. It was clear he was intelligent since he seemed to understand her whenever she spoke to him, and he could hunt just as well as any other raptor she met. Heck, he was the best hunter she had seen out of her eight broods. The thought had occurred to her that maybe Night Glare’s father was unable to speak. Maybe his kind had no language. Even though that thought could be true, Blood Stone believed that her child should at least be able to utter a few words.

A sudden, childish laughter filled the two raptor’s ears. They glanced below and over in the direction of a small, foul smelling swamp which contained the only vegetation around for miles within it, albeit most of the massive trees were long since dead. Night Glare gave a small grunt, standing up from within the large crevice. He could distinguish the distinct scent of Apatosaurus and Triceratops younglings. Just as he took a step forward to begin his stalk towards the children, he stopped abruptly. The dark blue raptor hybrid sat back down. The stink of an adult Tyrannosaurs rex filled the air around them. It was male, and not the small, dull purple-scaled one he had seen with Ivy Scale. Those younglings were his prey, not Night Glare’s.

Blood Stone watched over her son’s back where she could just see the two younglings playing in the filthy, bubbling water. If she could not hunt them, then she would enjoy the entertainment of observing the herbivore children about to meet their demise.

The small, pale orange Triceratops pounced on the ever-expanding bubbles of muck. Once one popped, she turned her attention to another one beside her, popping it and releasing the toxic gases within it. The brown Apatosaurus, which the red raptor recognized as the lone youngling of the blue-gray female she had seen a few years ago when Night Glare had hatched. The female whose hatchling she had killed and her son had fed off.

The brown sauropod also leaped on the bubbles beside him, trying to catch the large green frog reflecting within the bubbles. Both children laughed as they played in the muck, popping bubbles and chasing the frog.

Blood Stone narrowed her brown eyes at the younglings. There was something strange about the scene taking place below. The two leaf-eaters were completely different. The Apatosaurus known as a ëlongneck’ by herbivories and the Triceratops known as a ëthreehorns’. They were entirely different species and were almost never seen together. Herds always traveled with the same species, if not, then with the same family. The red raptor did remember seeing a heard of mixed sauropods one instance in her life, but other than that, herds always traveled by species.

The shaking of the ground drew the elderly Deinonychus out of her musing. She instantly recognized the massive form that was Death Stalker approaching. His enormous shadow fell upon the small younglings as his heavy footsteps shook the earth. The little Triceratops seemed to recognize the massive predator as she let out a scream of terror, alerting the brown-scaled Apatosaurus of imminent danger.

Both younglings began to run away from the massive carnivore as his feet splashed the filthy water out of the small swamp. They screamed for their parents as Death Stalker approached, tripping over one another as they ran. Soon they found themselves in a humongous thicket of thorns.

The dark green predator stopped at the dense thorn thicket, sniffing the air. There was no way he would let his prey get away this easily. He stuck his head in the dense, dried, mass of bramble, careful not to scratch himself as he leaned down to his prey. His nose bumped into a large torn branch, causing him to give a large huff that bathed the two younglings below him in fowl air smelling of rotten flesh.

They cowered in fear just below his snout as he pushed against the flexible branch, pressing it to the ground. As Death Stalking pulled his head out of the thorn thicket, the Apatosaurus male urged the little Triceratops female forward. They began to crawl on their bellies before they found a split path in the dense woody plant mass. The male signaled with his head in one direction but the little pale orange, horned female scrambled out of the dead foliage as fast as she could and raced down the other path, ignoring the Apatosaurus male, who then proceeded to chase after her.

Death Stalker thundered to the other side of the thorn thicket, lunging for the younglings as the raced into another thicket. The dark green carnivore slid on his belly as he snapped at the herbivore children. He continued to snap his powerful jaws at the Apatosaurus hatchling, who happened to get himself stuck in a tangle of living vines. The small male let out a scream as he struggled forward on the vines, trying to keep away from the rex’s deadly teeth.

As the youngling struggled, he just managed to break through before the snapping jaws could close around his small body. The vines snapped back at Death Stalker’s face, one of the many thorns puncturing his right eye. He let out a roar of pain as he burst through the torn thicket. His right eye was now closed in pain, the torn still imbedded within it. He shook his head before giving another thunderous roar. That hatchling deserved to die. Anyone who wounded him must die.

Death Stalker looked over to the other side of the thorn thicket. With a snarl, he leaped at the two children that had just appeared out of the entrance. Before he could grab one of them with his razor sharp teeth, a blue-gray tail smacked him under his lower jaw. He stumbled and fell over, unable to balance himself. As he struggled to stand up, he could see his attacker out of the corner of his eyes. The Apatosaurus’s mother was there to save them.

The blue-gray female grimaced at the massive carnivore, using her body as a shield for the two younglings hiding behind her. When she had heard her son call out in terror, she had feared the worst for her only child. Luckily, he was still alive, but the worse predator known had been chasing after him.

As Death Stalker struggled to stand up, she urge the children to run. Just as she did so, the dark green carnivore regained his footing and stood up. He gave a vicious roar before snapping his jaws at the blue-gray scaled Apatosaurus’s neck. She reared up on her hind legs, his teeth just barely missing her feet. She slammed her full weight back down onto the rocky ground, avoiding another attack as the carnivore lunge for her neck once more.

She spun around, the lower half of her powerful tail hitting the massive beast on the head. He stumbled once more, but did not fall this time. The female continued walking, though her neck craned to watch the massive beast.

Death Stalker ran forward, massive jaws wide open. Using his weight, he pushed against the large plant-eater. He sunk his teeth into her back, trying to push her to the ground. The female managed to keep her footing and she screwed her eyes shut in agony. Taking a step to the side, she stumbled but managed to get the predator to lose his grip on her back, but it cost her. A massive piece of flesh was now missing from the middle of her back and blood poured down her sides and dripped to the earth below.

She ran after the two younglings as the carnivore stood up once more. He would not lose his prey. The point of attacking the younglings, which were just a tiny morsel to him, was to draw a parent to him. They were the meal he was looking for. He charged forward only to have the blue-gray female whack him in the head once more, causing him to fall; tumbling down a steep cliff. Disoriented, Death Stalker lay at the ravine for a moment as his mind cleared away the fuzziness he felt.

Suddenly, the earth began to shake, causing the pale orange Triceratops hatchling to cry out in fear once more. The entire landscape around them began to change. Massive fractures appeared in the dry, brown earth, creating ravines, which the bottom could not be seen. Pillars of rock broke through the surface. Others pieces of earth shrank down, creating new lowlands in just seconds. Dinosaurs from all around were separated from their herds and family. Many died as the land changed; most having fallen to their death or crushed by the moving earth.

As all this went on, the pair of raptors watched from a distance, claws digging into the rock below them. They happened to be just far enough away to not have the land change around them, but it still shook, causing a few rocks to collapse and shift. The pair was fine all in all, but was amazed by the damage the earthquake had caused in just a short amount of time.

After observing the damage of the land, Blood Stone turned her attention back to where she last saw the brown Apatosaurus youngling. She frowned at the sight of the land. Everything around them had dropped down and crumbled. She glanced to where Death Stalker had landed, but he was no longer there, having seemingly disappeared from view. It was after the earth’s movement had stopped, the red-feathered raptor finally spotted the blue-gray Apatosaurus mother.

She lay on her side, blood flowing freely from her wounds. She was in shock from blood lost and the fall of the earthquake. It was clear that she had broken a few bones; the most notable was the back right leg. She would not be able to stand, and a sauropod unable to stand was a dead one. The mother would not survive for long out in this environment.

Blood Stone watched as the female’s lone surviving youngling wandered around aimlessly through the changed landscape, calling out to her. It took him over an hour to find his mother. When he did come close to her, dark rain clouds began to roll in from the north. They released their torrents upon the broken land as the child found his drying mother.

Night Glare let out a small growl as he watched the hatchling lay beside his mother’s head, clearly speaking his last words to her. The female tried to comfort her son as her life slowly slipped away. Once the dark blue Deinonychus hybrid saw the blue-gray Apatosaurus take her last breath, he stood up. The rain poured down on his dark blue body as he stared out at the massive sauropod’s body. He waited where he stood; waiting for the hatchling to leave. There was no point in killing the child when a larger meal was already in front of them.

Glancing over at his mother, Night Glare began his descent down to the lowland were the dead Apatosaurus now laid. Blood Stone stood up from her own crouched position. Shaking out her blood red feathers, she began to follow her son on the downward slope.  

The pair abruptly stopped halfway down the slope, spying a small, long limbed creature run up to the brown scaled Apatosaurus youngling. The animal wrapped its long arms around the grieving male’s neck. It stared out at the dead mother, a cry of terror and sorrow escaping its lips and then buried its face into the sauropod’s shoulder.

Night Glare glanced over at his mother in confusion, not knowing what type of creature this was. Blood Stone caught her son’s glance. “It’s a Thin Skin.” Was all the elderly female replied as she continued her descent down the cliff side.

At the sight of the two raptors approaching and a sudden, loud roar echoing in the distance, the Apatosaurus youngling and Thin Skin bolted off. Even if they wanted to mourn for the brave blue-gray female that had defended her offspring with her life, they could not stay around with predators approaching.

The raptor mother and son watched as the strange pair ran off before returning their attention back to the Apatosaurus carcass. Walking up to the large female, Night Glare leaned down to bite into the flesh of the upper leg before a loud roar interrupted him.

“Don’t you dare take a bite out of that, biter. That is mine and my children’s food. My mate killed it.” The female voice was followed by heavy footsteps, along with loud, happy cries of carnivorous hatchlings.  

Night Glare looked up from the carcass to see yet another Tyrannosaurus rex. This one was female, possessing a hide of auburn colored scales, like that of leaves at the end of autumn. Her underbelly was a paler color than the rest of her body. The female’s violet eyes raked over the smaller predator before slamming front foot down onto the carcass. A trio of Tyrannosaurus rex younglings followed, about the same age as Night Glare.

It was clear by the youngling’s colorations that they were Death Stalker’s children. The larger female possessed her mother’s main auburn color, but her father’s tan underbelly and blood red eyes. The smaller female was dark green like her father, but had a lighter toned underbelly and violet eyes. Lastly, the lone male was a brown coloring, a mixture if his parents main colorations. He also had a lighter underbelly along with the blood red eyes of his father.

“Whispering Wind, Blood Spill, Bone Gnawer, get over here. It is time to feast my dear children. Your father has brought us a great kill.” At these words, the auburn scaled female began to gorge herself upon the dead sauropod’s belly. The younglings took on the tender part of the neck, feasting on the large herbivore’s flesh.

Blood Stone sat down near the prey, waiting for the family to finish their meal. No doubt there would be some left for them, but she would not start eating now for fear that the female would eat her, herself. The rex seemed a bit more brash and aggressive than the last female they had met. Night Glare followed his mother’s actions, learning that is was best to follow her than to rush in recklessly.

As the raptors settled in a comfortable position, they watched as another Tyrannosaur rex walked up to the other feasting carnivores. It was a pre-adolescent male, several years older than the trio of smaller rexes. He stood by the younger rexes for a moment, his sandy colored hide contrasting with his siblings’ green, brown, and auburn scales. After a moment, the pre-adolescent began to slowly rip off a piece of flesh from the back of the Apatosaurus’s neck. Only seconds after swallowing the small strip of meat, his younger siblings noticed his presence.

The smaller, dark green scaled female gave a loud screech, lunging at the bigger rex’s throat. “Go away, Crimson Dust,” she threatened.

“But can’t I have just a little, Blood Spill?” the older male asked, backing away from the smaller female.

“No,” came another voice. The adult, auburn scaled female drew out of the sauropod’s belly, muzzle covered in blood and bits of flesh.

“But…Fallen Leaf,” the sandy colored male implored, looking up at the female with pleading eyes the color of dried blood neither violet nor bright red.

The female frowned at the pre-adolescent’s words. This was not her child. He was the young of another female, but still the young of her mate. Because of this, she hated him for it. It did not matter much to Death Stalker as he had come to despise the child soon after he hatched.

“You can eat after the raptors are finished,” Fallen Leaf growled before diving her head back into the belly of the Apatosaurus.

Brown Apatosaurus: canon

Pale yellow Triceratops: canon

Blue-gray adult female Apatosaurus: canon

Death Stalker: canon

The Thin Skin: OC

Fallen Leaf (Adult, Auburn scaled, lighter bellied, violet eyed female): OC

Whispering Wind (Auburn scaled, tan bellied, red eyed female hatchling): OC Related to canon

Blood Spill (Dark green scaled, lighter bellied, violet eyed female hatchling): OC Related to canon

Bone Gnawer (Brown scaled, tan bellied, red-eyed male hatchling): OC Related to canon

Crimson Dust (Pre-adolescent male, Sandy scaled, lighter bellied, with the eyes the color of dried blood): OC Related to canon

Chapter Five: Youngling’s Hunt

A herd of Saurolophus gathered around a large river, enjoying the cool water around them. Most of the herbivores ranged from brown to green with a few teal colored ones mixed within the large grouping. The entire herd appeared to be at ease. They had not encountered a carnivore since the last attack a few days ago, and with the great open land surrounding them they could easily spot one. The Saurolophus gave grunts and bellows to one another, animatedly conversing with one another.

 One of the herbivores, a mother, led her younglings to the water. She stopped at the edge of the grassy riverbank, dipping her head into the clear liquid. As she raised out of the water, munching the dripping vegetation, she glanced over her shoulder. Watching her herd, her eyes wondered to her seven younglings. Most played in the water near her feet, squealing and giggling in delight. She smiled at the sight. Most were her mate’s color, green, though a few were brown like her and there was one that was a mix of the two, a murky green.  

Unknown to the Saurolophus herd, a pair of predators were watching. A red Deinonychus and her dark blue, hybrid son. Over several cold times, Night Glare grew to be almost as big as his mother. It was clear to Blood Stone as she continued to observe her offspring throughout the many hunts; that her son would have been able to take care of himself if she had let him run off after his hatching. It was obvious that his kind did not care for their young as the hatchlings knew how to survive on their own as soon as they hatched.

Night Glare glanced over at his mother, letting out a small croak. The blood red raptor turned to him, watching as he jerked his head in the direction of an adolescent Saurolophus wading in the water a few yards away from the herd. Blood Stone smirked at her son’s observational display. He was a born predator; he barely needed any teachings like other raptor chicks. The young male had already scouted out for any sick, old, unprotected young, or wounded, which he had found.

The Saurolophus that Night Glare had spotted was a young, murky brown colored male. He stood almost lopsided, unable to put much weight on his right, hind leg, a massive wound visible to the two predators. How he had survived the wound dealt by a predator that size, escaped and not bleed to death, the two would never know.  

Some of his herd members wondered near him, clearly wanting to check up on the wounded male. As they gave small grunts to him in their own language he would only give a bellow of anger back, splashing the other herbivores with his forepaw. He did not want anyone around him. He did not want anyone’s help. He did not need anyone’s help. He was strong. He would survive this wound.

“A stubborn male refusing the help from his herd,” Blood Stone questioned, tilting her head to one side. “Perfect. Good job, Night Glare.”

At the praise, the dark blue hybrid gave a grin to his mother. The blue male then turned back to their prey. From the tall reeds they hid in, they watched the male Saurolophus continue to threaten any other dinosaur who came near him. With a splash and a bellow at another approaching heard member, the injured male turned his back and continued to wade at the water’s edge. A few of the other Saurolophus had tried to help him by leaving a few special leaves near him, which he could chew up into a pulp and place it on his wound.

Of course, the arrogant male did not take the offering lying beside him. When he spotted the antibiotic plants at his tail, he turned around and swiped them into the water. He would have help from no one. His murky brown colored mother stood a ways, away from him, watching her son. She gave a sad sigh at the sight as the other older females comforted her. He was much like his father in the ways he acted, and this would get him killed, just like her mate. Whether her son died at the teeth of a predator or the sickness of infection, she would not know until the time came.  At least she still had her younger hatchling from a later clutch.

The murky brown mother glanced down at the dark green hatchling male at her feet. The little dark green male, Algae, having hatched only a day ago. Her eldest son had received the ugly gash on his right, back leg just days before Algae had hatched. A massive carnivore had crushed the rest of Algae’s clutch and killed his father.

The female gave another sigh. Her younger son looking so much like her mate with his dark green hide and teal colored eyes. It was then that a squeal of fright filled the air. The mucky brown mother instantly looked up from her youngest child to see her first hatched in a standoff against a strange, dark blue predator. “Muck!” the mother called out, running down to help her son.

A brown body slammed into her side, knocking her off her feet. The female stood up, glaring at whoever had pushed her over. They were stopping her from helping her son. She opened her mouth to say something to the brown female standing over her, shaking her head.

“Sister,” the murky brown Saurolophus whispered, tears already spilling over from her brown eyes. “Why…?”

“There would be no way for him to survive. With that wound of his…Muck would have become food within a matter of days if not left behind by the herd. He can’t move well with it. Besides, with him refusing help from everyone, even you, his mother, he will not survive. The wounds are bound to become infected.”
 
The murky colored female glanced to her younger sister then to her son. He stood on all fours, though could not put too much weight on his hind right leg. He scowled at the blue predator in front of him, wondering why the malicious looking creature was not attacking. The strange carnivore had made no move towards the adolescent, only staring him down with fierce brown eyes.

With a loud screech, a red feathered Deinonychus walked out from the shadows. Having seen that none of the other herd members were going to help the arrogant male, they would have no trouble taking him down. Blood Stone watched the frantic mother out of the corner of her eye, but could see another of the herd members keeping her at bay. Smart.

Turning to her midnight blue scaled son, Blood Stone gave him a small nod, seeing as the young male was giddy to get on with the kill. He was hungry. With a snarl, Night Glare leaped onto the murky brown male’s back, Blood Stone following suit. She glanced up at the mother when she heard her anguished bellows echo across the river.

The red raptor watched the mother weep for a moment, a sadistic smile forming on her lips. “Death is everywhere,” Blood Stone whispered.

At her words, the herbivore jerked back. Though he had not understood what the predator had said, the strange hiss in his ear, as if she was talking to him, had scared him. It truly did sound like she had spoken. No, Muck would not believe that monsters like these were capable of complex language like his own kind. These things killed his kind and others. A large, dark green carnivore killed his father, given him this wound, and crushed all his mother’s eggs other than his younger brother’s. There was no reason for the massive beast to go after himself when he already killed his father.

Muck let out cry of pain as the dark blue male on top of his back sank his teeth into the base of his tail. Night Glare dug into the herbivore’s back with his sickle claw as he bit down as hard as he could. He would be unable to break bone with such thick sinewy muscle of the tail, but he could do a lot of damage.
As Night Glare continued to gnaw at Muck’s tail, Blood Stone leaped off the Saurolophus’s back. She landed at his feet, giving a loud screech as she brandished her feathered arms at him. She stared up at him, into his fearful brown eyes. His end was near.

The murky brown adolescent suddenly reared up onto his hind legs, letting out a bellow of pain. He took a few wobbly steps backwards, pain shooting up his tail with just the slightest of movements. He felt the weight on his lower back move to his shoulders and then another agonizing, sharp pain. Muck let out a roar as Night Glare clamped his jaws down onto his thick muscular neck.

At the pain, Muck fell back on his forelimbs, stumbling forwards. In a desperate attempt to rid himself of the raptor clinging to his hind, he began shaking himself. This only caused the herbivore more pain as Night Glare clung to his hide to keep himself attached to his prey.

   Muck stopped his shaking, the pain too unbearable. He glanced over at the dark blue predator on his back. Narrowing his brown eyes at Night Glare, herbivore threw himself to the ground, aiming to crush the raptor on his back. Sadly, this did not work. Night Glare, having felt the movement, leaped off Muck’s back at the last moment. The dark blue predator landed a few feet away from him, stumbling slightly.  

   The murky brown herbivore smirked at this anyway. At least he had rid himself of that predator. He could still fight back. Just as Muck turned his head in the other direction, he was met with a face full of teeth, then a sharp pain in his neck. Blood Stone held tight to Muck’s throat. There was no way she would let her prey go now. The Saurolophus began to kick its legs out in panic. He did not want to die, not now. His life had barely begun, he had not even found a suitable mate for the cold times to come.

   The red feathered raptor stared at her prey, jaws still clamped down on his throat. With a simple jerk of her head, Blood Stone ripped his throat out. She stepped back, watching with upmost curiously as the rich, dark blood rushed from the herbivore’s throat. Muck continued to kick out in panic, but it was clear that he was rapidly losing strength.

   Night Glare approached his mother, watching as Muck’s life drained away in front of them. After a long moment of watching, the dark blue raptor glanced over his shoulder at the other Saurolophus of the herd. None made a move to attack them, most having not liked the arrogant teenaged male. It was completely his fault for refusing help and refuge from them within the middle of the herd. Only his murky brown mother wept, crying out for her eldest son.

   Seeing as there was no threat, Night Glare approached his meal. Since his mother had already begun feasting on the lighter colored belly, the dark blue male turned to the Saurolophus’s chest cavity. He viciously dug into the chest, wanting to reach the heart, his favorite part of a large meal.

   It was only moments after the raptors began their feast that a roar rang through the air. The two glanced up from their meal as the earth shook with a massive beast’s footsteps. The herd of Saurolophus instantly ran away from the river, panic coursing through every single member. It was then that the olive green of a Tyrannosaurus Rex appeared behind a rock face.


Brown Saurolophus Mother and six younglings: Canon

Mucky brown Saurolophus Mother, Muck, Algae: Related to canon

Chapter Three: Mother Longneck

   A flash of lightning lit up the entire sky with its brilliant, white glow as it zigzagged from the dark, ominous clouds. Within seconds, a thunderous boom followed. Torrents of rain fell, flooding the dry wasteland with the much needed water. Many creatures hid away, not wanting to become wet from the rain. Most though, did smile at the sight. They had been waiting for this moment for some time, now they hoped that this storm would last long enough to quench the thirsty earth.

   Another flash of lighting lit the dark sky with its zigzagged form. A thunderous clap followed the light, sounding not even a second after the arc of plasma burst from the dark gray, angry clouds. Yet another combo sounded, finally causing the drenched hatchling to squeal in fright.

   The blue Velociraptor chick ran straight to the small cove he lived in. Immediately he was cowering behind his mother’s brown feathered leg, his blue pinfeathers dripping with water. He looked up at his mother with scared yellow eyes. “I don’t want to go back out there, mommy.”

   “You don’t have to, River.” Pebble nuzzled her lone male child. She gazed as his blue body. The chick had already developed the same horizontal stripes she bore on her back, only they were a darker blue, not back. Within a few cold times, the male would grow out his decorative feathers, along with his two sisters’.  

   Pebble straightened to her full height, glancing over her shoulder at one of her other hatchlings. “Mist,” the Velociraptor mother growled. “Don’t make your brother go outside in the thunderstorm again. Please, he is scared of it.”

   “Then he should get un-scared. Mommy. River’s a scaredy egg,” the tiny blue female said.

   “Don’t say that,” Pebble scolded her daughter.

   “Why not? It’s true.” Mist then walked out into the heavy rain. Her blue and black striped form barely visible in the torrents of rain that fell from the dark sky. “It’s easy. See.” Mist then walked back into the small cove, shaking off her blue feathers. She turned back to her mother, tilting her head to one side, large yellow-green eyes staring up at Pebble.

   The brown female just sighed at her blue, female chick. She was already getting to be a handful and she was only a few moons old. The tiny female had the worst temper she known. She was not acting up tonight only because she had just showed up her fearful brother once again.

   “Mommy?” a young girl’s voice sounded beside Pebble. She glanced down at her third hatchling, smiling, “yes. Ivy?”

   “Why is the water falling from the sky? Where does it come from? Do you know who long it will fall?” The tiny brown female looked up at her mother with large, curious green eyes. She looked much like her brother, only the fact that she was brown and not blue and had green eyes and not yellow.

   Pebble sighed once again. Ivy was known for asking many, many questions. “I don’t know, Ivy. Maybe your father does. Go ask him.”

   “Okay,” was the young, brown female’s reply as she walked off, deeper into the small cove where her blue feathered father lay. She climbed on top of his sleeping form, poking him in the back with her clawed fingers. “Daddy, I have questions.”

   Pebble shook her head at Ivy, letting out a small giggle. She never knew chicks could be such a handful. She turned back to River, who was still clinging to her leg. “River.” The brown Velociraptor nuzzled him away from her leg. “Go over by your father too. I would like to have a chat with Mist.”

   “O-okay,” the small, blue striped male stuttered, walking to his father.

   Watching the still wet hatchling cuddling up to his father, Pebble turned back to Mist. “Why do you insisted on pushing your brother to do things he does not want to?”

   Mist only shrugged, “I don’t know.”

   Pebble gave a small, sad sigh. She hoped this little girl would learn to listen soon, or she may become a meal like her other two siblings. “Mist…” the brown female pleaded only to have her daughter turn away from her. The tiny blue female gave a small huff and walked out of the small cove, no doubt going over to the elderly Deinonychus female sleeping in the cave only a few feet away from their cove. It seemed that the tiny blue female was hanging out with the elder a bit too much.

   Pebble gave a small sigh at her daughter’s departure from their cove. The first few times the chick had done this, she he chased after her. Now, there was no point. Mist would walk off sometime when she was not looking. The blue and black stripe female loved hanging out with the red Deinonychus, even when Blood Stone pushed her away. Mist continued to come back into her cave.

   Mist popped in head into Blood Stone’s cave. Instantly, her eyes landed on the large white egg, laying where it had always been. She walked up to it, her tiny blue form dripping wet from the rain outside. She inspected the massive object as she was only half its size. The Velociraptor chick jumped up, managing to cling onto the large egg. It suddenly tipped over, almost crushing Mist if she had not jumped off.

   Hearing the commotion near the egg, Blood Stone sat up from her nest. She gave a low threatening hiss at whatever was near her egg. She would not let a furry rodent make its meal out of it. She was the controller of the egg’s fate. Even if it was dead, having been laid over five moons ago. There was no way the child could be alive anymore.

   A softer, higher pitched hiss answered back to Blood Stone’s. Mist jumped out from behind the fallen egg, her arms spread out beside her in a threatening manner. The elderly female frowned at the Velociraptor chick. She stepped out of her nest, stalking over to the blue and black striped youngling.

   “How many times to I have to tell you, child. I don’t want you in my cave.”

   “Why not?” Mist asked puffing out her chest in defiance against the larger female.

   “Because I don’t like chicks. Now get back to your mother and father.”

   Mist frowned, narrowing her yellow-green eyes at the elderly female as she walked back to her nest. She gave a sudden grin, bouncing over to Blood Stone just as the Deinonychus settled back into her nest. The tiny blue chick nuzzled into the older female’s side, causing Blood Stone to let out a growl of annoyance. “I thought I told you to leave.”

   “You did, but I don’t want to.” Mist then tried to make room for herself in Blood Stone’s nest. With another growl of annoyance, the red feathered predator stood up and stepped out of her nest. “Go back to your parents, it’s late.”

   Mist frowned at the elderly female’s words, but decided to follow them anyway. The hatchling walked out of the cave into the pouring rain she had been in just moments ago. Blood Stone watched the tiny Velociraptor for a long moment before walking out into the rain herself. She stretched, letting the warm water wash over her aching body.

   Through the heavy rain, the Deinonychus glanced back at the egg she had laid over five moons ago. It now laid on its side, but still stayed where it was. The female turned away, she hoped that it would never hatch. With that thought, she wondered why she could not bring herself to crush it. Well, since it would never hatch, she would not have to go through with the ordeal. Now and until she died, the egg would be an ornament in her cave, to show that it was hers and hers only.

   Blood Stone turned away from the egg and began her trek into the rain. She had no destination, all she wanted to do was something other than lay in her cave and rot like the old female she was. Just as she looked up at the rain pouring from the sky, the raptor caught sight of something interesting. The massive hulking forms of long necked dinosaurs in the distance.

   She tilted her head to one side in curiosity at the sight of them. Just as she thought of the Flyer pair she found over five months ago, why were they here? There was nowhere near enough food for the family of three. Blood Stone continued her walk nearer to the Longnecks, wanting a closer look at the mighty beasts.

   When the elderly Deinonychus was only a few yards away from the family, she sat down underneath a large leafy plant. It protected her from the hard driving rain as she observed the family. With a few sniffs of the wet air, Blood Stone gathered these Longnecks were Apatosaurus, all related, as she figured since they all possessed the same coloration.

   The two elderly adults, both blue-gray in color stared down at their daughter’s nest. The elderly female gazed down at her daughter. It was clear that the younger female had inherited her mother’s dull tan colored under colorings. Her black gray father’s under colors only just a lighter shade than his main colorations. All three possessed the simple, darker colored stripe from the top of their head, following their spine to the tip of their tails.

   Blood Stone took another sniff of the wet air. Finally, she noticed why they were all staring down at the ground. The young female’s eggs had just hatched, only one of the four remained unhatched. At the sight of the unhatched egg, the raptor glanced around for the other hatchlings. No mother in her right state of mind would be happily staring down at her last egg to hatch when her other hatchlings were killed. This meant they had to be around the family somewhere. Blood Stone was just surprised that they were not around their mother or still in the nest.

   Another thought occurred to the elderly predator as she looked for the missing hatchlings. Where was the father? Did Longnecks not take on lifelong mates? Or was he killed by a larger carnivore? Maybe Death Stalker had made him a meal? Oh, what did she care?

   At a small squeak, Blood Stone turned to the elderly female. Three newly hatched Apatosaurus hid behind their grandmother’s massive trunk of a leg. Two females and one male. The little male was blue-gray, like his mother and sister while the other female hatchling was brown. Most likely that hatchling was of the father’s colors.

   The minute sound of an eggshell creaking caused the female raptor’s brown eyes to focus on the egg once more. A familiar scent then hit Blood Stone’s nose. The amber-eyed Struthiominus. He was hiding within a tall stack of dried, brown reeds. The massive heroes had been too distracted by the hatchings to notice the hidden Egg Stealer.

   He licked his lips at the sight of the cracked egg, flexing his tan clawed hands in anticipation for the hatchling. The question in mind was if he should take it now when it was still in the egg, or after it was hatched. There was barely any differences between the two now. To be honest, the Struthiominus preferred freshly laid eggs. He loved the taste of yoke, unlike his plant grazing, yellow-eyed brother.

   As another crack appeared on the shell’s surface, the gray backed Egg Stealer lunged. He took hold of the egg and ran, but it only took seconds for the new mother to react. She knocked him over with her small, blue-gray head. The Struthiominus lost his grip on the egg as he splashed into a nearby puddle. The Apatosaurus egg rolled down the spine of a hadrosaur and splashed into a small stream that had formed from the heavy torrents of rain falling from the sky.

   As the large egg came to a stop at a small bend in the shallow stream it continued to crack. More fissures developed upon the surface of the white shell. The young, blue-gray female swung her head near the egg, waiting for her hatchling to break free. She smiled at the sight of the small, brown head that peaked out for egg, a small piece of eggshell on his head.

   The brown, infant male let out a small squeak at his mother smiling down at him. The elderly pair appeared behind their daughter, also smiling down at the last hatched child. A sudden frightened squeal drew both parents and mother’s attention away from the newest hatchling. The gray-blue mother let out a bellow of horror at the sight before her.

   The Struthiominus who had tried to steal the brown infant’s egg now held the gray-blue female hatchling in his clawed hands. She lay limp in his hands, long neck clearly broken by the amber-eyed omnivore. The mother Apatosaurus thundered towards the Struthiominus, only for him the run away, her dead hatchling held in his hands.

   Blood Stone witnessed the entire event. She watched the three Longnecks stand over the newest hatchling, staring in disbelief at the stolen infant. The red raptor could not help but smirk at the sight as she turned her brown gaze onto the other two hatchlings. Herbivores could truly be stupid.

   The Deinonychus stood up from her indentation in the ground. Slowly, she stalked closer to the unwatched hatchlings. It only took a few steps for her to be upon them. It was then when the little blue-gray male hatchling noticed her. With his blue-green eyes wide with instinctual fear, he ran in the opposite direction of his mother.

   The red feathered raptor watched the infant male run away, most likely to become lost in the unforgiving wilderness. She could go after him, but the brown female still had not noticed her. She turned back to the female, knowing that with the multitude of predators lurking about, the little gray male would not make it to his first week of life

The brown infant female, noticing that her brother’s presence had left her, glanced over her shoulder at the predator. Her brown eyes stared up at the large raptor standing over her, the elderly female’s jaws gaping open and saliva dripping from her fangs. Before the infant could take a step away from the raptor, Blood Stone struck.

   The hatchling could only udder a small death squeal as Blood Stone’s sharp teeth sliced through her soft neck muscles. This noise caused the new mother to turn to Blood Stone who held her hatchlings in her jaws. She let out another bellow, this time of anger. She charged, but the elderly raptor was faster, and knew her way around the physical formations of the land. Within only moments the distraught mother was standing far away from the blood red carnivore. Her mournful bellows filled the air along with the loud patters of the still falling rain.

“You should have not gotten attached, young mother. Death is everywhere.” At that thought, Blood Stone turned away from the Longneck mother, the dead, brown female infant in her jaws.

As she neared her small cave, Blood Stone paused, the faintest cracking sound emanating from within her home. The elderly female cautiously walked into her cave, dropping her fresh kill onto the ground as she searched for the source of the noise. It sounded again, causing the female to turn in the direction of the large egg laying near the cave entrance. Blood Stone stared at it in horror, many small fractures visible on the white surface. There was no way this five moon old egg could have a viable hatchling within it.


Longneck Mother, Grandparents and last egg: Canon

Other three Longneck hatchlings: OCs related to Canon

Struthiominus: Canon


I did change a few things from the original movie. I believe that the dinosaur that stole Littlefoot’s egg was an ornithomimus, I changed it to a struthiomimus so I can connect a few more things. I also changed Littlefoot’s mother’s actions. I don’t believe that sauropods, if they took care of their young, would lick them and then placed them on their back for the hatchlings to nestle in her skin folds. I also changed Littlefoot’s little journey as an egg since, if it did happen the way the movie portrayed, he would be dead.

Chapter Two: Morning Hunt

The morning’s sunlight shone through the cave opening, washing over the old Deinonychus’s sleeping form. She blinked her brown eyes at the light, letting out a small, annoyed growl. She stepped out of her nest, arching her back and stretching out her hind legs. With a shake of her blood red feathers, the female stalked to the outside. With the morning light shining into her eyes, she was wide-awake. Now she may as well use the time wisely and that would be to get in an early morning hunt. When she turned to the side, the white of her egg caused the elderly Deinonychus to frown.

“I still don’t understand why I haven’t crushed it yet,” the mother muttered under her breath, brown eyes glaring at the egg. With a small shake of her head, the predator began her way into the desert landscape. She had no need to check up on the Velociraptor family. Today, hopefully, she would be able to find a few large lizards basking in the sun’s rays or maybe even a borrowing rodent soaking in the gentle heat of the early morning. Maybe, if she felt generous enough, she would bring back a meal for the little raptor family.

As she stalked the dry earth, Blood Stone continued to sniff the air and scan the land for any signs or scent of prey. After a time walking the land, the elderly female came across what she was looking for. Though it was a bit smaller than she liked, it would still sustain her for the day. A pale gray lizard about twice the size of her head, basked in the sun’s earlier rays, its head held to the sky and dark eyes closed.

Slowly, the blood red raptor approached the large lizard. Making no sound, she lunged. Her teeth sliced through its soft gray, scaly hide. It thrashed around between her jaws as she held on tight. There was no way she would lose this meal. Applying pressure, Blood Stone crushed the lizard’s ribcage, killing it.

Dropping her fresh kill to the ground, the Deinonychus placed a clawed foot onto it. Keeping it still on the ground, she ripped into her prey, savoring the juicy, metallic taste of raw meat. Within a few minutes, the large lizard was completely gone, only its blood staining the ground to tell of its life moments ago.

Blood Stone sat where she had just killed her meal. With her hunger panes gone, for now, the blood red Deinonychus began her daily, morning preen. Just as she finished cleaning, Blood Stone heard soft footsteps behind her. Glancing over her shoulder, the elderly female was surprise to see a pack of six Deinonychus. All were similar in color. Pale gray with darker gray stripes running horizontally from the back of their heads to only a few inches from their tail tips and lighter throats, stomachs and underneath their tails. They all also possessed orange eyes and the same feathered bodies as she had, their decorative feathers the same dark gray as their stripes.

As the elderly female took in their appearance more, she narrowed her eyes. They seemed in similar look to her mate. The pack possessed the same design on their bodies and were only a few shades darker than his gray form. They did, however, have orange eyes, unlike her deceased blue-eyed mate.

The seemingly leader of the group, the largest male, walked up to Blood Stone. She gave him a slow blink of her brown eyes. “You want?”

The large male did not answer right away, only gazing over the blood red female before his orange eyes stared at the blood stained ground at her clawed hands.

“Well?” Blood Stone questioned, standing up to her full height. This male was, of course, taller than she, but only by a few inches. He stared her down, still not staying a word. Annoyed by the silent male, Blood Stone gave a huff. She glanced over the gray male’s shoulder, sniffing the air as she gathered information about his pack.

As she thought, they were all related. Siblings, most likely from the same clutch. Three female and three males, all just having entered adulthood around a cold time ago. Two of the females sniffed around where Blood Stone had killed the lizard. When they stopped near a stone, they glanced at each other. The slightly smaller female straighten up, looking over at her leader.

“Dark Fang,” the female spoke up. “I found a nest of eggs.”

The large male turned to the female. “Dig it up, Little Claw.”

The small female gave a huff. Leaning down, she and her sister began to dig with their clawed hands. Soft dirt flew in the sky as they dug through the hidden mound. After a moment more of digging, the females backed away from the freshly dug out eggs, letting their leader have the first.

Dark Fang sniffed at the soft dirt the eggs lay in before taking two into his jaws. Closing his mouth over them, crushing them within his jaws as he pressed his tongue against the roof of him mouth. He swallowed, licking his lips at the egg yolk that dripped over his jaws. The pale gray male watched his siblings feast on the lizard eggs. They were not enough to fill them, but as the mother lizard was to Blood Stone, they dulled their hunger pains.

“Is there any reason you are here, young one?” Blood Stone questioned from her spot on the ground.

Dark Fang stared at the blood red female before looking to the sun, which would soon be at its high, morning peak. “No.”

The female gave a small grunt in reply. This male did not seem much of a talker. She then turned her gaze to the smallest sibling of the pack, Little Claw. The pale gray female had her gaze set out the horizon, thoughts clearly running through her head as her bright orange eyes gazed outward. She sniffed the air, frowning at the scent she caught. She paused, waiting for something. It came, a roar echoed in the distance.

Blood Stone narrowed her brown eyes at the little female before glancing back at Dark Fang. Their name’s seemed oddly familiar as she stared at both of them. The elderly female did not say anything to the pack, watching as Little Claw turned to her brother. “We should go. I think that was Death Stalker.” She then gave a disappointed sigh. “To bad. I was hoping to hunt done one of those Oviraptors. The blue male looked extremely tasty.”

“What is with your liking the color of blue?” The larger female beside her retorted. “Any time you see a blue Flattooth in a heard we’re stalking, you always want to kill it.”

“Hey! I’m sorry that blue is my favorite color. It looks very tasty on our food.”

The larger female rolled her orange eyes at Little Claw. “It makes me depressed. It’s a disgusting color on our food. I’ve barely seen any blue ones, their always green, gray, or brown. Blue, it’s just too…weird.”

Blood Stone blinked at the two, young female Deinonychus conversation before turning to the leader of the pack. “Dark Fang,” the blood red female stared. The pale gray male turned to her, frowning. “Who is this Death Stalker?”

“You never heard of him!” Little Claw spoke up, hearing the elderly female’s question.

“No. Should’ve I?”

   Before the pale gray female could answer, Dark Fang shot her a harsh glare. She closed her mouth, ducking her head at the large male before backing off. There was no way she would tussle with her brother, the first hatched of their clutch. Seeing as Little Claw had backed off and would not interrupt the conversation again, he turned back to Blood Stone. “Death Stalker is a dark green Tyrannosaurus Rex. He is massive, even for his own kind. At a young age, he was an excellent hunter, killing adolescences almost twice his size. The story now a days is that he has begun to kill the larger plant eaters, who are able to defend themselves, like Longnecks and Threehorns. I’ve heard other rumors that he is starting to take two or more at a time since one is not enough of a challenge.”

   Another roar echoed over the desert landscape, causing Dark Fang to glance over his shoulder at the noise. He nodded. “That is definitely him.” As the young male said this, a shadowy figure appeared in the distance. It gave another ferocious roar, clearly throwing its head back to announce its presence to any herbivores nearby. Death Stalker was too far away to notice the seven Deinonychus. His dark green scales shown in the light of early day, red eyes glowing with such malice, even in the sunlight. He sniffed the air before continuing his walk westward.

   “These rumors I believe are true,” Dark Fang continued. “I personally saw him take down a Triceratops pair. He did not receiving nothing but a few small scratches.  I’ve also heard a story about him taking down a small Longneck heard. Of what species, I don’t know.” Dark Fang shook his head, orange eyes still locked on the tyrant stalking the dry earth.

   “There are now stories about him going after other, larger carnivores. He wants to start making his way to the largest rivers to hunt one of the largest beast known.”

   “Spinosaurus,” Blood Stone muttered.

   “Yes, the fish eaters and the biggest of known carnivores. Death Stalker wants to have a brawl with a strong male no doubt. He would love to kill one. The only reason he hasn’t left sooner is the fear that his favorite food source, Longnecks, will not be where Spinosaurus live.”

   “He’s known as Sharptooth to the Flatteeth,” Little Claw blurted out before covering her mouth with her clawed hands as her brother sent another harsh glare her way.

   “And you know that how?” Blood Stone questioned, finally standing up from her crouched positon on the hard, dried ground. “Most predators believe our food sources is stupid, bumbling creatures, let alone able to speak. How would you understand them?”

   “I don’t,” Little Claw chirped. “But I heard it from a little Bambiraptor a few days back.”

   “And it understood Flattooth?”

   “Uh-huh. He said that his family, since they eat furry things and little lizards, that they spend their time trying to understand Flatteeth.”

   Bloodstone gave a slow blink at the annoying little female, tiring of her chatter. Without a good bye, the blood red female turned and sprinted away from the pack. She had enough of them. She had gathered enough information and did not want any more attention from them.

The small, pale gray female watched the fading form of Blood Stone, dumbfounded. After she had told her about the Flattooth speaking Bambiraptors, she left.

Hours passed as Blood Stone continued to stalk the dry, desert land. She had no need to go back to her nesting place. She did not want to see her egg, though, she doubt it was alive anymore, having laid on the cold, stone ground of the cave overnight. Now, she was looking for her late afternoon meal, her hunger pain finally coming back. If she found something large enough, she would bring it back to the Velociraptors, who, no doubt, have not moved away from their nest.  They were scared for their remaining eggs and would not miss when their first clutch hatched.

   Just as Blood Stone passed a rocky cliff, a squawk sounded from above. The Deinonychus looked up to see a pair of nesting Pteranodons. One brown, the other blue. The elderly female could not help of smile at the sight of the nesting pair. It appeared that the Velociraptors would be getting a meal after all. If she could killed one of them, there would be enough meat for all of them.

   “Everything seems to be related to eggs lately,” the red predator muttered to herself as she took a step back, hiding herself within the shadows of a few nearby boulders. She sniffed the air as she watched the Pteranodon pair. As she thought, one male and one female with their clutch of eggs. The pair had about five eggs with in the makeshift nest of branches, dry plant matter and feathers.

   Now Blood Stone would have to patiently wait until one of them flew out of the nest. In the daytime, when a pair had eggs or flightless hatchlings, one of the adults would look for food while the other guarded the nest. It would not be long before one of the two Pteranodons would take flight in search of their next meal.

   What the raptor found interesting was that they were nested here of all places. There was no body of water what so ever in sight. These large flying creatures would have to fly some distance in search of water that contained fish. Was it possible that their first nesting area was too crowed? Blood Stone had witness crowed nesting areas before with Flyers. Maybe they thought this was a safer place to raise their children. If they did, herbivores were quite stupid, as the elderly female always thought.

   Blood Stone shook her head, clearing her thoughts about the two Pteranodons. Now was not the time to ponder these Flyers’ decisions in life. She had to wait for one of them to fly out of the nest and hope that they would swoop low. If not, then she would not have her meal, or anything for the smaller pair of predators living next to her.

   The elderly Deinonychus waited for a long hour, listening to the pair squawk at one another in conversation. Now was one of the few moments that the female wished that she understood their language. Not only would she be able to know what they would do next, but she would also be spared from this incredible boredom. At moments, she thought of leaving, but then her hunger brought her mind back to the large piece of meat she would have if she succeeded in this hunt.

   The sudden flap of massive wings brought Blood Stone’s attention back to the Flyers. She looked up to see the brown Pteranodon, the male, leaving the nest. He hung, suspended in mid-air for a moment, giving his mate a good-bye squawk before swooping downwards towards the ground to gain momentum for his high search flight in the sky.

   Seeing as the brown Flyer was diving downwards, Blood Stone crouched behind her hiding place. Just as the brown male was right above her, she leaped. The red raptor’s sharp teeth ripped through the fragile wing membranes of his right wing. Almost instantly, he was brought down to the dry, dusty desert ground. The male cried out in pain, withering on the ground as the Deinonychus stood over him.

   The sudden, rage filled shriek of his blue mate filled the air. He watched as she dived for the predator standing over him. The blood female just missed the raptor as Blood Stone ducked out of the way, letting out a threating hiss. “Stupid Flyer. Your mate is a goner. He cannot fly anymore. He will die within a matter of days now. Let me have him.”

   The red feather carnivore knew it was pointless to call out to the fish eater. Even if they ate meat of the waters, they, for some reason, had not taken on the language of the carnivores. The blue female dived for Blood Stone’s head once more. This time, the predator leaped out, snapping her jaws at the Flyer’s wing.

   A squawk from the wounded male prevent the female from taking another dive at the carnivore. The blue female stared at him, disbelief reflecting in her dark brown eyes. How could he say that? How could he expect her to just leave him to the teeth of this bloodthirsty beast?

   He gave another call to her, crawling away from the distracted Blood Stone as she watched the blue female with curious brown eyes. Hearing the noise of the struggling male, the carnivorous female glanced back at him before looking back up at the female. The brown Flyer would not make it with his bloody, torn wing. At the moment, Blood Stone was worried about the brown Flyer’s vengeful mate.

   The female Pteranodon narrowed her dark brown eyes at the predator before her, but landed in her nest. Her mate was right. He would not survive his wounds and if she would die, their children would not make it. She had to survive for their children, but, when they were old enough, she would search for this predator and kill her. The blue female stared back at her mate, giving him a sorrowful cry before turning away, almost giving Blood Stone the acceptance to kill her beloved.

   The elderly Deinonychus just watched her for a long moment before turning back to the brown form of the dying male Pteranodon. She slowly approached him. He just watched her with fearful, dark brown eyes. At least he was smart enough to not struggle, knowing his life would end here.

   Placing a clawed foot on the male’s back, Blood Stone leaned down, jaws grasping onto his neck. With one swift movement, she bit down, crushing his neck. Releasing it, the feathered predator stared at her handy work. With a glanced over her shoulder at the sobbing blue flyer, she picked up the now dead, brown male by his neck, dragging him back to her cave. There was defiantly enough meat for her and the two small raptors.




Lizard: OC

Pack of six Deinonychus: Canon

Oviraptor Family: Canon

Pteranodon female: Canon

Pteranodon male: “Canon”

Death Stalker: Canon

Already on FanFiction but I wanted to put it up on this site too.

Chapter One: Eggs of Raptors

Disclaimer: I do not own Land Before Time

Author’s Notes: I will be changing few of the cannon character’s colorings a tiny bit so that the genetics are correct (I have a thing with genetics when they aren’t right). Any character that had ëblack eyes’ will now have uber dark brown. It’s very rare to have iris-less eyes. I have also changed a few things from the Land Before Time universe itself so that it goes along better with true dinosaurs.

ï   Any type of dromaeosaurs/raptor/Sickle Claw/Fast Biter will be feathered, even if they were not in the movies or TV show. Meaning, Screech and Thud will be feathered.

ï   Most carnivores, unless known otherwise, will have stiff tails.

ï   Many of the larger pterosaurs/Flyers will eat fish, so yes, Petrie and his kind will eat fish.
Since this book is called ëConnections’, but I like being secret, I will put whether characters are cannon, OC related to cannon, or plain OC in my notes at the end of the chapter for those who want a clue.
Note: I have not yet watched the TV series, so I’m just going off of other fanfictions and the wiki site.



The moon hung low in the sky, casting its light over the barren landscape. Underneath a rock shelf sat an elderly Deinonychus. She lay on the cave floor, moonlight washing over a feathered, blood red body. She was exhausted. After a long silent moment passed, the female gradually sat up, brown eyes instantly filling with hate at the thing that caused her this pain, this exhaustion. An egg.

She never thought she would bare another egg in her long lifetime, especially at this age. Her mate, Silver Scale, had died cold times ago of a respiratory infection. As his name implied, he was pale gray in coloring with darker gray, horizontal stripes from the back of his head to a few inches from his tail tip, along with an almost white under throat, belly, and tail. He had also possessed simple blue eyes, like the color of a blue river. He was a quiet character, like his mate, but they got along just as well as any other pair.

The old female looked up to the moon, a sudden thought crossing her mind. A shudder ran through her body, the thought unfolding into a memory, the memory of the night she was violated over a month ago.

From a distance, the male had appeared to be a large Deinonychus. When she had approached him that night to ask if he needed help, she soon learned that he was not of her kind, nor was he of a friendly nature. When the blood red female had called out to him, he turned around. She had instantly noticed the bright, glowing, hellish yellow eyes that pierced her soul as he stared her down. He possessed no feathers of any kind on his body. It was covered in midnight blue scales. He had not possessed the lethal toe claw that the Deinonychus possess, the weapon that earned one of their nicknames from the herbivores, Sickle Claws. His tail wave back and forth in a fluid motion at the sight of her. This smooth movement was something she had only seen long necked dinosaurs able to do. She knew no type of carnivores with that much motion in their tail. The last and most noticeable differences, strange fleshy, midnight blue appendages growing out of his back and a set of smooth, four inch, straight black horns that grew at the back of his head.  

Only a moment had passed between the two before the bizarre, male creature took his chance over the elderly female. The one reason for it. He needed to produce an offspring, even if it would be a half-breed and bore from an elderly female. All he wanted to do was continued his bloodline in this world. In his condition, he knew he would die within a matter of days, the poison raging through his body.

The female shook her head, clearing her mind of the terrifying thoughts. She did become pregnant with the male’s egg, carrying it much longer inside her body than a normal Deinonychus. The result of it, the egg was much larger than the average one for the smaller species of feathered carnivores.

Letting out a small grown, the blood red Deinonychus turned away from the egg. She began to preen herself, gnawing at the long, decorative feathered arms. These darker red feathers covered not only her arms but also the back of her legs and along the tip of her tail. She stopped for a moment, flexing her large, lethal toe claws at the sound of scraping claws. Sitting up taller, she looked over her shoulder, brown eyes searching for the source of the sound.

“Blood Stone!” The elderly raptor jumped at the female voice from behind her. “You laid your egg.”

A young adult, female Velociraptor walked up to the elder, her brown feathered body much of the same scheme as the Deinonychus’s decreased mate. With black horizontal stripes, tan colored underbody, and yellow eyes. “I thought you never would. I thought that maybe it would have turned to stone like my aunts. That was terrible. We never knew she had stone eggs in her until she died.” The female’s large yellow eyes stared back at the large egg laying on the cool, damp cave ground. After a moment, she tilted her head to one side, eyes now narrowed. “Shouldn’t you nest it?”

“Don’t you have your own clutched to look after, Pebble?” Blood Stone asked, acid laced in her voice.

“No, Torrent is looking over them.”

The older female gave an annoyed huff. She wanted this little Velociraptor female gone. She would only get in the way if she decided to crush the egg she had just laid. Blood Stone turned to it. The lone egg would be her eighth laying. Every other time she had laid, the blood red female would have had at least four of more small white eggs in each clutch. Another sign that this egg was not normal.

“So,” the brown female started, standing beside Blood Stone. “Any pointers for a new mother. My eggs should be hatching in a few days.”

The bright red Deinonychus did not respond. She only gazed at her own, lone egg. After a long moment, she turned to Pebble. “Death is everywhere. Do not become too attached, even if they are your young.”

Pebble blinked her yellow eyes at the other female’s advice. “What?”

“Do I need to repeat myself?” Blood Stone snapped, standing up to face the smaller, younger female. She towered over the smaller raptor, her kind almost three times the size of Pebble’s.

Before Pebble could reply, a screech rang through the air. On instincts, the brown Velociraptor spun around, running toward the sound. “Torrent!” she called out to her mate.

Pebble raced into the small cove she and her mate had chosen to live and nest their clutch. The female could only see the gray splotched back of a Struthiomimus. She could though, hear the hissing threats of her blue feathered mate as he stood over their nest of five eggs.

“Get away from my eggs!” Pebble screeched, jumping at the gray backed Struthiomimus, the little predator managing to latch onto his back, large toe claw digging into his flesh.

The Egg Stealer gave a cry of pain. He spun around, trying to dislodge his small attacker. Seeing his chance, Torrent lunged at the larger, scaled dinosaur’s throat. He only managed to slice through the tough, tan scaly hide of the Egg Stealer’s chest, not able to jump high enough for his throat. The Struthiomimus did let out another cry of pain at the harsh, stinging sensation. He backed off, shaking his body, still trying to dislodge the brown female from his back.

Unknown to the brawling trio, another Struthiomimus slipped into the cave behind them. His brown splotched back and yellow eyes the only thing different from his amber eyed, gray backed brother. The brown backed male glanced at the fight before him, fear evident in his yellow eyes. Watching them for only seconds more, he bent down and grabbed a small Velociraptor egg in each clawed hand. With eggs in hand, he gave a cautious glanced at the fight before sprinting out of the cave.

Catching the running body of his brother, the other Struthiomimus backed off. With a sly grin at the two panting Velociraptor parents who now both stood on the ground. He gave a hard kick to the blue raptor’s chest, sending the little male skidding across the ground. Pebble gave a cry to her mate, rushing over to his side, as he lay motionless on the ground. Seeing as the pair was distracted, the amber eyed Egg Stealer ran, following the now tiny form of his brother in the desert landscape.

Pebble glanced over her shoulder to watch the Struthiomimus leave before turning to her mate. As she did so, the female caught sight of her nest. “No…,” she breathed. “No…” The female immediately stood up, running to the nest at the back of the cave. She nuzzled the brown, dried plant matter and multi colored feathers of it. Two of her children were gone.

Hearing his mate’s distraught voice, Torrent pushed himself up into a sitting position, bruised left arm cradled against his body. He turned to the nest, green eyes instantly filling with tears as his heart dropped. The Struthiomimus had done what the herbivores name them for, stolen eggs. Torrent gazed at the ground at his feet. He had been unable to protect the nest, now his mate and he had lost two children. “I’m sorry, Pebble,” Torrent whispered, not looking up at his brown feathered mate.

Pebble did not respond, just nuzzling her three remaining eggs. Torrent approached her, burying his muzzle into her side, taking in the scent that wafted off her brown pinfeathers. This helped him cope, just a little. At least he still had her and their other three children left. Immediately a thought drifted to his mind. What would his other children have been like when they hatched? Now, he would never know.

At the sound of claws scraping against stone, the pair looked up from their grieving. A raptor’s silhouette three times larger than them stood before the small cove. Moonlight washed over its body as the darkness of the night obscured its features. The large raptor took a step forward into the small cove, ducking its head to fit in. Her blood red feathers now visible without the contrasting moon light and shadows.

“Blood Stone!” Pebble shrieked, brandishing her claws at the elderly female Deinonychus. “Why didn’t you help us?”

“Death is everywhere,” the female answered with a slow blink of her brown eyes. She then turned away, feathered tail brushing against the cave celling.

Slowly the Deinonychus made her way to her own nest. She glared at the egg still laying against the cool, damp cave ground. The egg that she had laid not even an hour ago. As the elderly female continued to glare, she walked to her nest, settling herself into it. There was no way she would nest that thing. With her legs tucked underneath her and arms pressed against her sides, Blood Stone let her head drop, as sleep took over her.

Only seconds passed before the female was disturbed once more. The fearful, yellow-eyed Struthiomimus was back. He stood in front of her, flexing his clawed hands. Blood Stone only tilted her head to one side, curious at why the brown backed male was here. They already had eggs and there was no good reason for this male to go up against a full-grown Deinonychus like her. Yes, her kind was slightly smaller than his, but she had much deadlier weapons.

His yellow eyes darted to the egg behind her. She glanced over at it. For a long moment, the elderly female just stared at her new egg. Would it just be easier to give it to an Egg Stealer? No, she would not let the child die at the teeth of the Struthiomimus. She would be the one to get rid of it, no one else.

Blood Stone stood up letting out a low, vicious hiss at the tan and brown Egg Stealer. To her surprise, it ran off, howling in fear. She tilted her head to one side in confusion. Normally it took a bit more to chase off the pesky creatures. Most of the time a bite to the back or a swipe at the face. That one sure was fearful.

Watching the Struthiomimus’s form fade into the distance, the blood red female nestled back into her nest. She glanced over at her egg before closing her eyes. Now it was time for some much needed rest.


Author’s Notes:

Dragon: OC

Blood Stone: OC

Silver Scale (Blood Stone’s dead male): OC related to Cannon

Pebble: OC related to Cannon

Torrent: OC

Two Struthiominus: Cannon