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"Could they just stop fighting?! It's giving me a headache..."

With little amusement, the crested longneck watched how a couple of children argued over who was allowed to eat from the little food that was still left on the trees of the small oasis she had discovered the other day. How did she even get into this mess in the first place when all she wanted was being left alone trying to find her mother she never got to know... or her siblings for that matter if they were still alive?

It had all started a while back in the middle of a dead forest - just another victim of the drought that seemed to kill everything, dinosaur and plant alike, that it could get its grasp on. Lizzie couldn't remember when she'd last seen any Skywater falling but it must have been several cycles of the Night Circle, if not more...

Here in the forest, the girl resided. She was a yellow-ish colour which leaned more towards a brown-ish yellow towards her back. Lazily, she lay on the dry ground in the little shade that the barren tree trunks offered her, her features giving the outsider a weakly impression. The drought had killed most of the food, forcing her to go hungry most of the time. Accordingly, she was very thin and small for her age. A yawn slipped from her lips - like many nights before, she had not gotten any sleep at all, the increasing day light finally making her drowsy and tired.

Only at night she was truly alone with her thoughts, worries and grief. The Longneck would often dream of the time when everything was good, when she still had a family, before her dad changed to become a violent and heartless dinosaur, before her siblings started dying one after one... before the drought started when she was still a happy hatchling with brothers and sisters to play with... before her dad left her to die when she could not keep on walking... It was only through the efforts of a small herd of Longnecks that she was still alive though she was not to stay with them. So she kept on wandering around with no distinct destination, which led her to the dead forest eventually.

In her dreams, everything was good - it was the only time she could feel something akin to joy and happiness, although it was a fake feeling. She would also look into the sky with its many shining lights which seemed to spend some comfort at times but, just as often, she would quietly weep to herself, desperately hoping the nightmare would finally end. Life as an orphan was horrible. So horrible in fact that Lizzie had long since lost any appreciation for life. Whether she lived or not... it didn't really matter. How bad were the odds of her finding her lost family members? How were the odds of her father returning to his old self? He had left her behind like a pile of dung - unneccessary thing he had called her and just kept on walking without her as if there had never been any relationship between father and daughter... Would she even want to see him again? However...

"Mommy... I miss you so much!"

A single tear slipped through the young girl's crystal blue eyes, hitting the dry, dusty earth beneath her, evaporating in an instant. Truth be told, Lizzie had never even met her mother because she had left her excentric father before her hatchday, yet it was her deepest heart wish to find her at last. She would often dream about the reunion, giving her life a direction again, something she could grasp on to keep on existing. Right now though, she had nothing...

Somebody please find me, pleaaase!"

More tears fell rapidly as her mind completely drifted off into dark territory, heavy sobs shaking the miserable girl as she was remembering her siblings whom she missed so dearly. Of her 4 siblings, 2 were left behind the same way she was when they couldn't keep up anymore and one running away from her lunatic father. Chances were they all died except for her brother who was still with her father when she was left behind.

Even though the child was on the best path to cry herself into sleep at last, she desperately tried to stay awake. Only yesterday, the region had been struck by a terrible earthshake and Lizzie had learned that those usually didn't come alone. It had been scary enough when she had been woken up by the fierce quake the other day and she did not want to repeat the experience... her instincts still strong enough to keep her alive, apparently. What if there would be another wave of water pouring onto the land as had happened the previous day? She had been lucky to be residing at a safe distance to the source of the wave...

Eventually though, her crying came to a stop as she reluctantly drifted into her usual mid-morning nap...

The Lone Dragon:
Aquarius looked about the forest, it was almost as dead as the word implied. Very little food grew on the trees and at any level of height food was scarce. Aquarius worried that if worse came to worse then he might have to climb to the top branches just to get a decent meal. The young Swimmer was covered in scars from many old wounds and he walked in a very closed, withdrawn fashion with the last dinosaur he expected; A threehorn. However that was not important right now what was important was getting food for his small starving form but seeing that the largest amount of food had other children trying to sink there teeth into his food, he would have to get rough if he wanted a meal.

Aqaurius sighed as he reflected on how he came to this situation in the first place:


Terrible pain and exhaustion; they had become the new companions of Aquarius, the young albino Swimmer had a light aqua blue on his underbelly and two golden lines going parallel up his back from tail to neck but none of his usual colouration could be easily seen beneath his battered and bloodied form as he lay inertly at the wall of a cave that he had been lucky to find. Yet even all the blood couldn't hide the two scars; one on his shoulder and the other on his back, it was like they were mocking him somehow.

Aqaurius let out a miserable groan of pain. Here he was inside a deep dark hole in a hill, the interior was covered in stone teeth and the dark interior was not very inviting to anyone however the thing that gave Aquarius hope in this cave was the spring and a ground star plant with perhaps a dozen treestars on it. "If this is lucky, then I don't want to know what unlucky is" thought Aquarius. The once strong child was now as good as broken and at the mercy of the wild until he recovered somewhat from his own injuries. At present Aquarius had grazes all over his body including his back, flank, chest, tail and head but they were the least of his worries. On the right side of his head was a bloody gash on the side that occasional leaked blood into his eyes and he had another long gash on the left side of his back and a small horizontal gash on the front of his left leg which prevented him from walking far without experiencing pain. But all these injuries paled into utter insignificance when compared to the small hole in his lower abdomen where a pointed rock had gone through and just missing his right kidney...or that's what Aquarius hoped anyway.

"Why did all this have to happen?" asked Aqaurius painfully as if he expected the darkness to answer but like all the other times he asked, only the echo of his voice stating the very question he just asked greeted his ears. Aquarius cursed, he had lived a good but short life despite the harshness of the drought and despite being the only one of his clutch of eggs to survive, his parents became so paranoid about protecting his egg that they didn't let his egg out of their grasp till he eventually hatched on the palm of his mother's hand. His three younger siblings were luckier, most of the eggs survived but of the infants perished mainly due to egg stealers and predatory flyers, creatures that Aquarius loathed just as much has he did Threehorns. After the plank that those two heartless Threehorn girls pulled on him that nearly cost him his life and gave him his scars he became rather loathsome of Threehorns and distrustful of everything else that didn't swim naturally like his kind. Ironically the flash flood that saved him from the mud and the starving Fast Biter was the thing that gave him his scars, it would have been worse if he wasn't a natural talent at manoeuvring though, if he wasn't then he might not have survived the flood.

However, the life Aquarius knew had all been taken away from him barely a day ago and now here he was, lost and alone with no idea of what to do. It all started with a rumble that quickly got louder, the ground shook so violently that he could barely stand but thankfully the earthshake was to far away to be a threat or so he, his family and his herd thought. It was what happened after that really sent his life to hell. A large rockslide falling into the large lake that his herd were currently nesting by created a wave unlike anything he had ever seen, a wave over a hundred metres in height and thundering towards them at a terrifying pace. Aquarius closed his eyes and saw it all again.


RUN!

Everyone was running as fast as they could away from the monster wave that was engulfing everything in its path. Aquarius found himself hoisted into his mother's arms as she ran while his father held his younger siblings they both ran together but there was simply no escape they only had seconds remaining and Aquarius would never forget the terror that he felt and saw in his mother's face but all of a sudden the family stopped and Aquarius was nuzzled one last time by his mother. "Swim as best as you can my brave Aquarius" Those were her last words to him because his mother suddenly threw him into the air as high as she could in the hopes that she could get her son onto the top of the wave. His father didn't have the time to do the same with his siblings. Aqaurius watched as his family was washed away a second before he saw blue.    


His mother had probably saved him as her throw was just enough to get him into the higher part of the wave and he was lucky to break the surface a couple of times but was always pulled under again. Eventually all the water fell as the wave arrived at the crack created by the earthshake. Aquarius barely cleared the edge of that giant crack, drinking up water like a giant maw and was sent tumbling down a rocky hill till he eventually stopped and lay in a bloody heap.

Aquarius had since found refuge in the cave he was now in which was close by and used six of the tree stars as makeshift bandages on his more serious wounds but now that he was alone he allowed himself to cry because unless he was very much mistaken, he had just lost his whole family in one awful moment that refused to leave his memory. Everything he knew was now gone and he was alone, why did life have to be so cruel? His sobbing eventually died down and he lay back, too exhausted to do anything else but rest and hopefully recover.


Aqaurius blinked and returned to the moment, he wished he still had his family back but as he saw Rinen; the Threehorn move to the children for food he couldn't help but remember how they wound up together...

rhombus:
The desiccated body of the longneck youngling lay on the barren terrain as if to mock anyone who looked upon this shallow ravine with hope.  The fact that the longneck looked to be heading in the same direction from which Buko had came added additional foreboding to the scene.

But what was one's loss was another's gain.

Well you don't have much on you, but I will take what I can get. Buko ripped off another meager portion of the remaining flesh as he examined the bones.  

The bones do not have a bend so he was healthy before... but if he was coming my way when he met his end...  Darn it, Buko! Looks like your sense of direction hasn't improved since... He snapped his beak in annoyance at his thoughts.  Reflecting on the past would do him no good.  It wasn't like it could be changed.

He picked up the humerus from what had been for many days now more of a skeleton than a meaningful meal.  He knew that he could use the bones to get more important information from his fortuitous meal.  Sometimes the dead did tell tales.

Snap!

The bone cracked easily under his beak as he did not hesitate to drink the marrow that still lined its cavity.  The taste of welcome fat washed over his tongue as he concentrated on the nuances of its flavor.

Yep, starvation.  There is no food over there.

Tossing bone aside her shook his head at the tantalizing terrain to his north.  Had this longneck not died here then Buko would have been even further in the hellscape before he realized it was a death trap.  A lucky break.  But this left one more decision to make.

He looked south at the mountains behind him as he rubbed his flank due to the memories of injuries of the past.  

"Granger, no!"

The other fastrunner stood over the broken body of the other male.  His beak dripping with blood as the female cowered.

"Dad!"

The harsh eyes of the victorious male looked in the direction of the juvenile, his expression unconcerned.  With cold determination he approached the nest where the female was huddled.  Several featherless young bodies could be seen behind their mother's feathers.  But, with the instincts of her kind acting upon her, she eventually stepped aside as the male's beak approached the defenseless younglings...

Snap!

Buko broke another bone as he sucked down its rich contents.  But the taste now tasted sour and unappetizing.  He was not going back to where he had come and he was not heading to wherever the longneck had originated.  And as the west appeared a continuation of the barrens that lay ahead that left him only one choice.

"To the west it is."

He resumed his walk towards the hazy hills that lay in the distance.  In the mountains he had found a loving home replaced with despair, but perhaps in the barren hills he could find some sanctuary.

Fyn16:
Get up.

Orsur groaned as he shifted in place. The young, reddish-brown Sailbeak was perched atop a flat rock, his sail turned towards the Bright Circle. The night before had been a cold one, and despite his best efforts to warm himself up, he was still shivering.

He'd never liked the cold. When Cold Times came, he would usually find his parents and keep them close, curling up in his warm nest rather than exposing himself to the biting air. They understood. All the Sailbeaks understood. They never liked the chill in the air either.

But even as the memories surfaced, he felt a pang of sorrow pierce his gut. If he had been standing, he would have staggered, but all he could do was grimace as his hollow stomach cried out to him. He would never curl up in the nest beside his warm mother or father again. If the nest still existed at all, he had no doubt it belonged to someone else now, and as for his parents...

Orsur shivered, watching as the Bright Circle started its long climb. Soon it would crest the horizon, and then perhaps he could take some sort of artificial solace from its own warm touch.

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"Dad?"

"Yes, Orsur?"

"Who are they?"

The two Sailbeaks stood side by side at the edge of their nesting ground, their eyes thoroughly trained on a large gaggle of hunched, plodding forms that trailed dust high into the sky behind them. They were far away, and so neither of the two was able to make out just what sort of dinosaurs were moving towards them. What they both noticed immediately, however, was the silence.

Orsur and his family lived in a communal nesting ground, a place set right in the middle of a grassy plain where other families of Sailbeaks hatched and raised their own children. These lands were theirs to do with as they pleased; to graze, to drink, to live, and to love. And, in the case of the youngest of the Sailbeaks, to frolic. They were welcoming to all who passed through their lands, often even hospitable to the point that those who passed through found it difficult to leave at times. And yet as Orsur set his eyes upon the approaching dinosaurs, he couldn't help but feel uneasy. Something felt wrong. Very wrong.

"I don't know who they are," his father answered, not taking his eyes off of the herd of dark green leaf eaters, "but whoever they are, there are a lot of them, don't you think?"

Orsur nodded.

"There's not a lot in this world that makes a herd that size get up and start traveling. If I had to guess, I'd say something bad happened."

"Something bad?" Orsur piped up, his bright eyes wide with fear as he stared up at his father. For the first time since sighting the distant herd, his father managed to break his gaze away and give his son a reassuring smile.

"I wouldn't worry too much about it, Orsur. Whatever happened, it happened a while ago, and far away from here. We're safe."

Orsur breathed a sigh of relief, but he found that despite his father's comforting words, he was still trembling. There were so many of them, so many broken, dissheveled-looking adults plodding towards them. He saw very few children amid their ranks; this too helped to fuel his sense of doubt.

"Are we safe from them, though?" he asked, nodding towards the herd.

His father seemed caught off guard by this question.

"What sort of a question is that, Orsur? Mind your manners. We have always let others pass through our lands. This is no different."

Orsur turned back towards the herd, still unable to shake his growing feeling of unease. Even if his father seemed satisfied with the answer he had given, he was not.

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The young Sailbeak stumbled down a shallow, sandy slope, pausing only at the bottom to chew absently on the tough, dry branch of a low-growing bush. The taste of the leaves was bitter, biting his tongue, but it served its purpose well enough: quelling the incessant growling of his stomach. As he pulled away from the branch, still chewing, a shimmer caught his eye. He'd learned that these shimmers were often nothing to get excited about, but this one seemed different, more natural than those caused by the Bright Circle's heat.

Water. had to be.

Orsur surged forward on shaking legs, hoping his suspicions were true, and as he drew closer, he felt his heart soar as he realized that it was indeed water he was coming up on. But almost as soon as grew excited, his mood shifted. There were two other dinosaurs there already- children like him, lapping greedily at the water of a pond, barely larger than a puddle. Orsur crouched low, hiding himself behind a stand of tall, dry grass. Neither of them had noticed him.

And both were significantly smaller than he was.

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"Orsur, I don't understand. Why do you fear these outsiders?"

The young Sailbeak shrugged. "I don't know. I just don't like them. They look at us funny, not like the others did."

"Well, they're from far away. You must remember that."

Orsur sighed. "I know."

The two Sailbeaks were sitting together at the far end of the nesting grounds, drinking in the majesty of the night sky. Behind them, the nesting grounds were packed with slumbering dinosaurs- Spikethumbs, every last one of them, and all from a place they called the "Big Water." Evidently some massive wave had wiped out most of their home, and now they were on the move, looking for new lands. There were more on the way, they said, and despite his trepidation, Orsur couldn't help but gawk at the sheer amount of them. They vastly outnumbered their own kind, and with more on the way... it was a terrifying and simultaneously awe-inspiring thought.

"Look up, Orsur. Up at the stars."

Orsur did as his father told, following his gaze up into the starry heavens. Once, when he had been much younger, he had sworn that he would count everyone. A little older now, he was beginning to realize that such a feat was impossible.

"Look closely at them. No two stars look exactly the same, do they?"

Orsur had to squint to see his father's point, but the older Sailbeak was right. They were different, albeit in very subtle ways.

"I guess so," he replied.

"And yet they reside up there in perfect harmony, side by side."

Orsur was beginning to see where his father was going with this, but remained silent as he continued.

"Imagine what would happen if the stars could not live among one another. Imagine all the night sky, descended into chaos. If the stars could not live among one another, there would be no beauty in the night sky, would there?"

Orsur shook his head.

"We are like those stars, Orsur," his father went on. "We must strive to live with that same measure of harmony among one another. If we don't- if we cannot treat each other with respect and show some hospitality, then we scatter ourselves just like the falling stars we see every night."

As if to punctuate his point, one such star crossed the sky just above the horizon, fading elegantly from view.

The young Sailbeak sighed. "I guess."

Orsur's father chuckled. "Don't worry about it too much, son. Soon the Spikethumbs will be on their way, and the nesting grounds will be just the way they always were."

"Promise?" Orsur looked up at his father, almost pleading.

"Promise."

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The two young Brightbills by the waterside never saw Orsur coming.

With a fierce bellow, the older dinosaur came charging out of the grass towards them. Neither young one knew what to think, but the fire in the Sailbeak's eyes was unmistakable. He meant them harm. With squeaks and yelps of fear, they scrambled from the waterside, fleeing as fast as their legs could carry them. Orsur deviated to pursue them, and as he did so, one fell, tripping over its own feet. Orsur charged forward regardless, bearing down on the young one as if to trample him, and just as it seemed he might go through with it, the young one got to his feet and bolted, scampering off in the direction of his rapidly-disappearing friend, brother, or whatever his companion was. Orsur shot a scowl in their direction, and then turned back to the water. The thought that the young dinosaurs might be wanderers like himself never once crossed his mind. That this water might have saved them from dying of thirst was equally unimportant.

What mattered most was that now it belonged to him. And with it, he could survive one more day, just one more of many before...

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"Please understand. We do not mean to insult you. Our lands simply cannot support a much larger herd than-"

"Whether they can or cannot, they must. The rest of us cannot be left to wander and die."

"And I have no wish to see that happen! But surely there are other locations-"

"Perhaps, but we know of only this one. This is the most fertile stretch of land for days in any direction. You cannot expect us to simply go away. Our homes no longer exist."

From a safe distance, Orsur watched as his father and the leader of the Spikethumbs exchanged words. Word had come in that the rest of the Spikethumb herd was on its way, and with very little room left in the nesting grounds, his father had taken upon himself to finally inform the leader that they could take no more. The leader seemed none too pleased.

"Your plight speaks to me," his father said, pacing from side to side, "make no doubt about that. However I must look to my herd's well being before anyone else's. Surely you understand that."

The Spikethumb nodded solemnly. "Yes, I understand."

And in that moment Orsur saw something, a brief but clear indicator that something was very wrong. A pointed, white shape which stood at the ready by the Spikethumb's foot: it's famous jabbing claw.

"So you'll forgive me if I do the same."

And before Orsur's father could react, the Spikethumb was on top of him, driving the nearly-defenseless Sailbeak into the ground with blow after blow from his powerful tail and front feet. Orsur stood rooted, unable to believe what he was seeing, but even as his father's choked gasps reached his ears, Spikethumbs all over the nesting area rose up against their peaceful hosts.

"I thought-" he heard his father gasp before the booming sound of one of the Spikethumb leader's foot-blows silenced him.

"You knew this was coming."

He saw the glint again, a spurt of crimson, and then Orsur saw no more as he turned and ran. All around him, the nesting area descended into chaos. Mothers wailed and fought back with their lives as their nests were trampled. Children fled screaming, and fathers rushed to defend their families only to be cut down by the much stronger Spikethumbs. On that afternoon, the nesting grounds were full of falling stars.

But one star fled the night sky, never to return.

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Orsur lapped at the water, savoring its refreshing touch in spite of the sandy grit within. Ideally, this water would be just enough to get him to the next source, wherever that may be. And as long as he could continue this rhythm every day, perhaps one day...

Perhaps one day he could exact the same terribly fury the Spikethumbs had brought to his home. He would return to the nesting grounds, and if his kind had reclaimed them by then, he would ignore them and press on to the "Big Water." Once there, he would trample their nests, cut down their adults, and drive the children out. He would plunge their own night sky into chaos, and he would bring the stars themselves down on top of them.

But to do that, he had to find water, and find food.

One day at a time, he reminded himself. The two Brightbills from before were watching him from a distance. He shot them a withering glare, and soon they ducked away.

One day at a time.

Sovereign:
Tension was tangible in the air. The young threehorn’s eyes were fixated on the insufferable dinosaur before him who seemingly thought that he was welcome to steal the little food he had found with a combination of great effort and luck. However, the threehorn wasn’t just going to hand over the small, green sanctuary to this arrogant, selfish outsider…. not after all that he had gone through to reach it during the last few weeks. It was a miracle he had even survived through all those hardships and struggles. In the midst of this standoff, the young dinosaur's mind started to wander back to those seemingly faraway, painful days…

Barren lands to the south nearly two weeks ago…

An increasingly cold, dry wind beat the threehorn’s sides as he struggled to find a small refuge, anything that would provide him with a place to sleep in peace without the ever-present threat of the sharpteeth and the intensifying chill. Rinen shivered as he looked at the wind-beaten wastes before him in deep regret, knowing that he was here only because of his own weakness. He was a failure, an outcast that should have already died if his herd had had their way. That horrifying day still haunted his thoughts and made him truly question if he even had the least of reasons to linger in this world. He was alone, disgraced and defenseless against any dangers. A lone tear dropped from the greyish-yellow threehorn’s right eye as that most painful of moments flowed through his mind as they so often had during his long, lonely days here in the beaten wastes of the Mysterious Beyond.

The young male fell to the ground in utter exhaustion of the fight, his powers completely drained by the intense hunger and ordeals he had been put through in the past days. This was the Test of Worthiness, the most important and tasking of the trials in his herd. For many days, Rinen and other boys his age had been kept in hunger while being forced to march long distances and fight each other constantly to prove their full capability in order to earn their place in the herd. Rinen, as any other of the young threehorns, wanted nothing more than to pass the test but… he had suffered for days far more than the others and at this point, he was completely spent. The endless marching and fighting had drained him of every inch of his strength. After another, draining fight, he simply couldn’t even stand up anymore. A large male quickly ran to him and yelled in a loud voice.

“Get up, now! You know what happens to weaklings!” The older threehorn yelled in hardly contained anger, accompanied by a mocking and loathing chuckle from Rinen’s opponent. The yellowish boy tried to raise his head to look at the others around him and he whimpered with a forced, desperate manner which clearly signaled that he wouldn’t rise to fight or march anymore. His stamina was utterly spent.

“Please… just let me drink a little… I can do this…” Rinen’s silent pleads earned a contemptuous bellow from the larger male and the duo were quickly earning an audience. Seeing this, the young threehorn was coming to a realization that he was finished.

“You will not drink ever again if you don’t get up, now! You know very well what is at stake.” The larger dinosaur calmed down a little to give the boy one, last chance. Rinen was ready to give up until he saw the only even vaguely understanding face. It was his grandfather, his only family present during this trial as his mother, younger siblings and aunt had been left alongside with most of the herd for the duration of the Test. Even if his grandfather was as stern as any other male in the herd, he had always tried to help his grandson survive to his best ability, even if he had often expressed his displeasure at Rinen’s beliefs and perceived physical and mental weakness. Now, however, there was only one, desperate thing that radiated in his eyes.

You have to get up, Rinen. Do this for our family and ancestors’ sake.

His grandfather’s presence gave Rinen the strength he thought he needed to go on and with a herculean effort, he managed to once again rise to his footing. With wobbling feet, he tried to regain his balance and tough composure but after a few seconds, something within him gave up. Rinen collapsed to the ground again, the eyes of every assembled dinosaur gazing at him in loathing and hatred, the most painful of their looks belonging to his grandfather. With half-open eyes, Rinen saw his expression and…

The next memories were too much for the young threehorn to handle even now. The shame and sorrow he had brought to his grandfather, the ultimate humiliation of being left for death… at this point, Rinen felt the last remains of his confidence break down and tears started to flow down his cheeks with great intensity. He had been disowned by his own family, his whole life with them would be forgotten, the shame he had caused to everyone being his only legacy. The threehorn’s head dropped towards the ground in resignation as he continued to move on while choking down his own tears.

The threehorn wandered forward, the wind only growing stronger to a degree which caused the young dinosaur to shiver violently. He knew he’d have to find shelter or risk freezing. The barren landscape was giving way to a slightly hilly region which was a welcome break from the deadly monotony of the desert. The area was filled with great mounds, small gorges… and a cave! Completely overridden with momentary relief, he ran to the rather large opening, briefly looking around himself. The cavern was rather high but it seemed to be empty of any potentially hostile dinosaurs. At least it would provide him with some shelter until the air got at least slightly warmer.

However, his momentary respite was broken by a sudden sighting. Near him sat a young swimmer who was apparently wounded. Despite his sorry state, Rinen wasn’t about to let him go easily from this situation. However, the young threehorn was too weak and beaten to be even willing to escalate things any further than he’d have to, no matter how much he distrusted the other dinosaur’s kind. Rinen looked at the swimmer with resigned eyes and he sat down near the smaller male in an indifferent manner as he spoke.

“Aren’t you a bit far from the Big Water, bigface? Or what does it matter… things are already bad enough without me trying to act like I’m someone of any worth.”

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