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Sleep and Remember

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Ratiasu:
The setting, as you know from reading the topic description, is going to be in the first movie, thus most of the continent is undergoing a famine. There isn't much to say, really.

Notes:
- Our characters won't be in the same place at the same time, but then no one would have anything to reply to, would they? Be sure to remember where your character is, or at least vaguely, in the vast wastelandish place that is the Mysterious Beyond.
- Be sure to have some character development in this!
- Be active. Often the person you're role-playing with doesn't like to wait six months for a reply.
- Do not be afraid to throw yourself into drastic, dangerous, or else bizarre situations.
- Don't post a single line. Make an effort to describe the surrounding, among other things, so the character your character is hanging around with doesn't, say, fall into a pool of lava in what was supposed to be a dense forest. We all need to know where we are, setting-wise, which relates to my first note.

I guess I'll start the introductory post with my Pachycephalosaurus character, Odottaen. Except in this role-play, this being the past, he will be a young adult. When you write your entry post, it is a good idea to let people know where you're coming from and what situation your character is in. On another note, the Great Earthshake hasn't happened yet, but it will very soon!

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The scaled gray beast felt satisfaction in the surge of his muscles as he slowly made his way across the sparsely-populated plain. Each of his thudding, tired footsteps hit the hard ground like a soft drumbeat, echoing the near-constant thunder in the low clouds above. The need for food tinged every thought. He was hungry, had been for a long time. The air was still and the heat was harsh, yet Odottaen knew he had to maintain the grueling pace if he were to survive. Or, at least, survive a little long during the famine that had struck the land.

Deep within the bone-headed dinosaur's subconscious was the image of someplace far away, a place that smoked and burned and glowed like the embers of a dying fire, and though he had never seen it before, his family had told him about such a place in the only way Pachycephalosaurus knew how - through gestures and grunts, tail thrashings and eye darts. With such limited language and society, the Pachys message had come across broken. Odo only knew that the burning place meant salvation. It was almost a shame he had been cast out from his family, as all other male Pachys were, before he could ask exactly where the smoking place was.

The day was becoming cooler. The late afternoon was transitioning into dusk - a welcomed change. Soon the hard, compact earth would be cold. The bone-head felt the strength in his exhausted legs fail him, and he collasped onto the ground, breathing steadily, his mind a storm of anger and rage. While falling he had caught a glimpse of something, or someone, in the distance. Seeing something meant to charge. To a bone-head, seeing something meant to attack, to ravage. A Pachy's territory was carried with him; everything his eye could see, he owned. It was the law. The hidden law. But Odottaen was too tired to get up and do what his mind demanded. His brilliant, unusual orange eyes were clouded over as if he were blind. He was, in a way.

Grievous55:
A loud roar echoed down a valley not far away. It was accompanied by yelling and shouting.
"BACK! BACK, FOUL CREATURE!"
The yelling belonged to a barricade of Threehorns and Ankylosaurs. Their words were directed towards the creature that was trying to pass their barricade.
He was tall, a good ten feet. His scaly skin was a lush green color with alarming red spots going down his back. His skin was faded, however, by the dust that had collected on him while crossing the plain. His normally thin body looked even more emaciated due to the fact that he had not eaten anything in eight days. But perhaps his most noticeable feature was his right eye, or rather, the scarred, empty socket that used to be his right eye. His other dramatic feature was the large, tattered frill which he now used in an attempt to get past the barricade.
"I mean you no harm, friends!" he bellowed, trying to be heard over their yelling. "I simply wish to pass through!
"And maybe eat a few of your dead, as well," he muttered to himself.

F-14 Ace:
OCC: Is this before or after the earthquake?  I just need to know incase I need to change one of my character's back story.

Ratiasu:

--- Quote from: F-14 Ace,Apr 29 2007 on  12:26 PM --- OCC: Is this before or after the earthquake?  I just need to know incase I need to change one of my character's back story.
--- End quote ---
[This is before the earthquake. I think I noted that in my topic text. Now, in responce to Grievous55's post...]

Odottaen could hear noises, which struck him as odd. Loud, angry noises. But he couldn't understand what was said. The Pachy shut his eyes for a moment. There were many voices, somewhat far away. Far away, near where that shape had been. Could that long, tall, earthy, distorted have been a hill of some kind? A place where food and green and flowers existed? The gray dinosaur opened his eyes and pushed himself up on shaking, strained arms. He decided to find out.

The Pachycephalosaurus slugged towards the noises. He could smell them now. Herbivores, dangerous ones. A carnivore, which meant he had to stay away. But he couldn't. The cold sand and fading heat was giving him energy. Or hope - he couldn't figure out which, but thinking had never been a Pachy's strong point.

F-14 Ace:
You can view my characters' profiles here.
He trudged along behind the rest of the herd, tired and covered with the dreadful, reddish dust that coated the dull, lifeless landscape as far as the eye could see.  His brown eyes shifted across the flat landscape, paying attention for the slightest sigh of a predator.  This was his duty; to follow behind the rest of the herd and look our for predators that may be stalking them.  Snork sighed in a depressed manner and quickened his pace to catch up with the herd.  To the teenage parasaurolophus, there seemed to be no point to life.  All the herd did was wander about looking for their next meal.  Snork had considered running away a few times after hearing rumors of a wonderful place called "The Great Valley" however, he didn't for fear that the place was fictional.  He could be lost forever amidst the dead landscape; alone for any predator to snatch.  This rootless lifestyle was a miserable, pathetic excuse of a living.  And Snork's father was not making things any better.  No, his father was actually contributing to the problems.  His father *was* the problem.  Snork's father, the herd's leader, had never liked Snork.  He wanted a daughter and and was quite upset when the only egg to hatch brought a sun instead.  After the tragic loss of Snork's mother, his father had been negligent and at times, downright abusive towards his son.  
The bellowing of his father brought Snork's thoughts back to the present.  Here came another wave of insults about what a pathetic lifeform he was.  Instead...
The herd'sleader barked barked, "We're stopping here.  Make sure *they* don't get any of our food!  Think you can manage that?"
He pointed to a small herd of iguanodons that were resting near by.  Snork snorted angrily once his father was out of earshot.  Surely the spikethumbs would not come anywhere near this herd.  They generally kept to themselves.  Snork's father was a staunch racist.  He absolutely loathed anyone who was a different species and loathed members of his own species who fraternized with them even more.  Snork couldn't understand it.  He couldn't understand why his father hated the rest of the world.  The young swimmer sat down on the hard, dry ground and watched the other herd.  A young iguanodon, maybe a little younger than himself, was resting in the company of her parents.  She semed to have a kind family who actually cared about her.  How Snork wished he could just run away with them.  Of course thy would probably never allow it.  

Strafe was lying on the rocks with her mother on one side and her father on the other.  It had been a long, hard day of travel and everyone was looking forward to a decent night's sleep.
The young iguanodon asked her mother, "Mom, are you sure about this Great Valley place?  We've been looking for it since I was born and we still haven't found it yet.  When will we ever get there?"
The mother sighed and replied, "Have patience, Strafe.  We will get there... eventually.  I promis that some day, you will have a nice, safe home with plenty of green food."
She nuzzled her daughter and rested her head on her folded paws.  Strafe glanced over to her father who was already asleep and decided that now was the time for rest.  They could continue this conversation in the morning.  It had just been such a long journey.  Strafe was hungry, thirsty, and aching from head to tail.  or years, her herd had been searching for the place known as the Great Valley.  The young iguanodon was now having doubts that the place even existed.  She folded her front feet and rested her head on them, allowing sleep to overtake her.

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