@Rhombus: Thanks for the encouragement! I'm trying to make him the little innocent type, like his father was when he was young. You can see where I'm going with this.
@Ducky: It wasn't too confusing to follow, was it, David? Going from part to part might be kinda jarring, but I hope it's not too bad.
@Dosu2Dinner: Thanks, man! I'm really trying something different with this little story, as you'll see a little better in this next part.
Anyway, here's the second part. Enjoy!
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"Listen to me, Chomper. You really want to deny us food? Deny your own son food?"
"Look, I'm not just going to turn my back on him like that."
"Then why did you bring him home in the first place, then!? Huh?"
"I just thought I'd be able to help him, you know. What was I supposed to do? Just leave him out there for some other sharptooth to feast on?"
"Believe it or not, I wouldn't have been HALF as pissed as I am now if you had just done that! What you're talking about right now, it's just... it's just absolute lunacy!'
"I have to try, I owe him that much, at least!"
"You blind fool!"
Arguing, arguing, and even more arguing.
That was all that he could hear that night. After his father had finally brought that huge longneck back to the nest, there was to be no feasting, and his mother was NOT happy about it. He wasn't either. His belly was still rumbling from lack of attention. That little bitty snack from before just wasn't enough.
He remembered his parents arguing before, over things such as whether they should follow a certain herd or not, or stay at this nesting area. This fight, however, was different. They were really at each others throats this time! He was expecting a nice little evening with his parents when he saw his father rolling in with that carcass, but right now, he was just all kinds of confused. Why did his parents have to be so hateful to each other like that? It made no sense to his innocent little mind.
He didn't want to focus on anymore arguing, so he instead turned his attention back to that carcass, and his belly. He noticed a decent sized gash on the side of the beast, closer to it's backbone. A small bit of flesh was just hanging there, ripped up in the attack, but still just barely hanging on. This little bit looked like it would be delicious, so he decided to go after it.
He came up to the side of the creature, and tried to claw himself up. This was nigh impossible however. His tiny, underdeveloped claws were sharp, yes, but still much to small to even dig into the thick hide for a grip.
He then tried getting his parent's attention. He made a few squeaks and calls. Neither responded, still too enveloped in their little argument. Next up he approached to his mother, and brought his body up to her leg.
"What is it, baby?"
"Mommy, I'm hungry!"
"I am too, dear. Your father is just being a huge ass right now."
"I'm being the ass?"
"Speaking matter of factly, you are. Trying to save that longneck just makes no sense! It'd be better just to eat it!"
"Oh, it's alright. Just turn on your friends. That's the way to live life! You really wanna raise our son like that!?"
...And here they go again. Right back to their argument, much to his displeasure. The little biter left them in frustration. Standing before the kill again, he decided he was going to have to solve this problem himself. Looking around, he noticed the creature's long tail, laying out like a gradual staircase.
of course! he thought to himself.
I can just climb up that tail!Taking the little trek up the tail, he was starting to close in on his prize, but something caught him off guard. The ground was moving!
What's going on, here!? he thought in a panic. Looking around at his surroundings, he saw the skyward-facing side of the longenck he was standing on was moving up and down slowly.
This longneck is still breathing? It's still alive!? What was going on here? Perhaps his father had just forgotten to kill his prey. Forgot to check if the giant mass of flesh he was dragging back to then nest was still breathing.
Wait, that's just silly! How could daddy make a big mistake like that? This reasoning on his part did not last long, though, as his hunger was getting the better of him.
He trotted over to the exposed hunk of flesh, a light trail of drool left behind in his wake. Taking in one last whiff, he took a bite of the meat.
Amazing! Even better than mother said it would be! His hard work had paid off! He took in another bite from the orphaned hunk of flesh, and it seemed to taste better than the first bite! Why was this so good? Was it just because it was so fresh? He had little time to explore this thought, as a deafening, bloodcurdling roar took him off guard.
"Get off of him, NOW!!!"
He froze in fear for a second, then looked up. His father was standing right in front of him, barred teeth, claws at the ready, and with murder in his eyes.
"...Daddy?"
"I said get off!"
Not knowing anything else he could do, he lept off of the longneck, and went straight out of the nest, as fast as his stompers could take him. He ran for a few minutes, but it seemed much longer than that to him. Entering a small forest, he laid his head down on a small, flat rock, sobbing to himself. He sat there, wallowing in fear and confusion, when a familiar voice entered his ears.
"Hey there, buddy. Are you alright?"
He rubbed some tears from his eyes. trying to get a grip on himself.
"It's okay, Rex. Just tell me what's wrong. I hate to see a friend so upset."
He looked over to the dinosaur that was staring at him from the side. It was a very young Iguanodon, light, faded out green in color. Almost a little brown. His eyes were full of emotion, too, but it wasn't of fear. They were full of concern. This leafeater didn't act like he was staring at a predator at all.
"I'm sorry, Guaro. Didn't mean to scare you."
"Haha! Well, you running in here so fast would probably scare anyone! But, what's up? Did something happen?"
"Oh, it's my parents."
"Your... parents?"
"Yeah, they're really mad at me right now. Well, my dad is anyway."
"Is it me?"
"What? No, it's not you. Why would he be angry at you? He was just so angry at me when I was eating that longneck."
The leaf-eater's eyes shot wide open.
"You were eating a longneck?"
"Yeah. My daddy brought it home, so I started to eat some. Daddy REALLY didn't want me to eat any, though."
"That's... interesting."
"Why do you think he wouldn't want me to have some?"
His mind was just blank. His dad had always let him eat from his kills before. Maybe his dad wanted it all to himself?
"I don't really know, Rex. Maybe that longneck was sick, and it'd make you sick if you ate it?"
"I don't know, maybe."
"Anyway, I don't really see how I can help you with that. You'll just have to go talk to you're folks about it. In the meantime, I'll just try to catch something to eat myself."
"That's okay. I think I feel better just talking to someone about it. Thanks"
His friend gave his goodbyes for the day, but he wasn't paying much attention to him. The little predator left his friend, and trekked all the way back to his nest. What he saw was a tad confusing. His mother was fast asleep, probably too tired from all of the arguing, but his father was still very much wide awake. He was laying down, with his back facing the longneck. His eyes were wide open, observing his surroundings, trying to protect... something. Rex brought himself before his father, with more questioning and confused eyes.
"Why are you so mad at me, daddy? What did I do wrong?"
His father's eyes suddenly softened up. They watered up a bit, as he brought his head down into his small claws to weep.
"It's... not your fault, son. I just... I don't know what got into me."
The massive beast extended his claws out. "Come here, son."
The little one complied. After nestling in his father warm embrace, he asked his father another question.
"Daddy? Why aren't we eating the longneck?"
"Well, he's my friend. I don't want to eat him."
"You're friends with a leafeater? That's just silly!"
"I guess it is a little silly, in a way, but I'm doing it already. Kinda late to stop now, isn't it? You have any leafeater friends, son?"
Rex thought back to the Iguanodon he just spoke to earlier.
"Nope, just this sharptooth friend."
"I still wanna see this friend of yours, son."
"He doesn't want to see you, though."
"Really? That's odd." His father shifted his weight a bit, probably to get more comfertable. "Maybe he's just shy or something."
The little biter just couldn't hold back a yawn.
"You should probably be going to sleep, little one."
"Can I sleep with you tonight? Here?"
"I guess it's alright. You're already here, aren't you?"
Rex couldn't keep his eyes open any longer. He drifted off into a deep sleep.
His father didn't sleep a wink...