Chapter: 1
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Tyra remained at the nest, hunting away any and all scavengers from her once friend. Rec did not return and she doubted he ever would. Considering there had been two threehorns and one clubtail, even he was severely outmatched.
The Bright Circle started itsë descent, painting the area in a warm red. Tyra abandoned White Star, knowing that she could do nothing for her. Branches broke beneath her massive feet, snapping soundly as she walked back to the destroyed nest one last time. Small fuzzies shot away as the massive Sharptooth interrupted their meal.
She bent down, looking at the half-eaten hatchlings. She sighed in grief, her breath rustling the few tree-stars littering the ground.
An eggshell broke beside her, a soft voice calling out in pure instinct. The massive female froze, slowly turning to the sound. Some low greens rustled.
She took a hesitant step, softly rumbling in answer.
The small voice called again, soon followed by a little hatchling falling on her face. Tyra leaned down as the little one looked up. Her tiny eyes widened, meeping at the sight of huge teeth in front of her.
“Hello, little one.” Tyra softly said. The small girl looked just like White Star had. “Welcome to this world.”
The pale-green hatchling tilted her head, jumping in fright as the older female opened her mouth. Tyra chuckled in the back of her throat as she licked the small hatchling with her rough tongue. It took the little one only a few moments to start enjoying the feel. She purred, leaning into the gesture.
But suddenly the hatchling froze, her eyes widening at something behind Tyra: her dead siblings…
Tyra wasted no time, gently scooping the little one up in her jaws. The territory was lost, she couldn’t protect two alone. Her priority was her own hunting-grounds.
White Star was dead and Rec had disappeared somewhere he was not likely to return from. But Tyra would not let their child suffer the fate of her siblings.
She only stopped walking at the dead threehorn in her territory, depositing her precious cargo in the ground beside it.
“I will name you White Star.” Tyra told the small female. “After your mother.”
White Star was too young to understand and her hatchling-mind had already forgotten what she had seen back there, even if it would haunt her once she was old enough to know what she had seen this day. All she knew at the moment was that the big Sharptooth was nice and that she was hungry.
She chirped, asking for food. Tyra turned to the dead threehorn and pulled a piece of it. She dropped it in front of the little hatchling, who immediately pulled a piece of it and happily munched away.
Tyra watched the hatchling, smiling warmly.
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It was a Cold Time after White Star Junior had hatched and her mother and siblings had been killed. She considered Tyra her mother and had yet to ask about her father.
Tyra had claimed as much of Rec’s territory as she dared, the rest had fallen to a newly arrived female. She adored the little hatchling, considering her her own child.
It was a day where Sky Water fell from the skies in torrents, drenching the lands. The two females had sought shelter in a cave near the mountains in Tyra’s domain, with little White Star snuggling up to the massive body of her ëmother’.
Tyra looked out into the falling water, half of her attention focused on the sleeping hatchling, the other on her hunting-grounds.
The pale-green hatchling nearly jumped onto the light-green grown-up when a terrible roar sounded in the valley where her mother had her hunting-grounds. Tyra rose, scarcely believing her ears.
“Hide yourself, don’t come out until I tell you.” She ordered the young sharptooth. White Star nodded, quickly running deeper into the cave.
Another roar sounded, this time from someone else: the female who had taken Rec’s territory for her own. She and the other Sharptooth were fighting.
Tyra walked through the Sky Water, leaving her own hunting-grounds to come to where the other two were battling. She slowed down, hiding herself behind some low trees and bushes, glancing through the leaves. Her blood-red eyes widened in shock: her ears had not deceived her.
Rec had returned.
He was fighting the female that had taken his territory, intend on winning it back. But the female had no desire to leave, considering it was one of the better ones in the area.
These battles were usually until one gave up, but Tyra just knew that this particular one would be to the death.
She probably shouldn’t do what she was about to do, but she never particularly liked the female anyway.
Hidden by the Sky Water and the bushes she crept around the battle, looking for an opportune moment to strike. She snarled softly while watching the battle and attacked.
Her jaw closed around the other female’s leg, crushing it between the rows of teeth. Rec shot forward, clamping down on the neck of his rival. She screamed in pain, the sound cut of when he broke her neck with a sharp movement.
“Welcome back.” Tyra greeted him, stepping over the female and softly nuzzling him. “Where were you?”
“Hunting them.” He answered, nuzzling her just as softly. “I am sorry I left like that, my friend.”
“Did you at least succeed?” She asked, her eyes looking him over.
“Mostly. The clubtail managed to escape. I wounded him, but he managed to get away. The threehorns are dead.” Rec told her.
“He is not the only one to escape.” His friend informed him. “One of your hatchlings survived. I have been raising her ever since.”
He froze, his red eyes widening as he realized what that meant.
