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LBT Fanfiction / Connections
« on: April 14, 2015, 04:49:55 PM »
Chapter Eight: Protecting Horns
Blood Stone and Night Glare sat in the belly of a violet scaled Apatosaurus. The two Deinonychus had left the mother Apatosaurus’s carcass when it had been cleaned of most of its flesh a week ago. After meager hunting of lizards and small furry mammals, they found something to fill their stomachs. Another Apatosaurus. They had found the dead, violet-scaled herbivore that afternoon. It seemed that she had died from another, much larger carnivore’s teeth. The larger carnivore had also stripped most of the meat away from the carcass, but the two raptors still had much to eat along with the other scavengers milling around the two-day old carcass.
Night Glare had pulled himself out of the large herbivore’s gut and now laid at her head. He had eaten his fill, now gnawing on the tip of a broken rib. Even then, it was too large to fit in his small jaws, but the dark blue-scaled hybrid still worked on the bone, scraping his sharp teeth against and repeatedly trying to break it in half with a strong bite.
Just as the youngling hybrid broke off a small part of the rib, a roar echoed in the distance. Sitting up, the broken piece of the bone still in his jaws, the dark blue raptor stared out in the direction the sound came from. Tilting his head, he listened closely for any more sounds. After a long moment passed, Night Glare laid back down, beginning to chew on his bone again, but his brown gaze now focused towards the horizon where the enraged roar had echoed.
Glancing out of the corner of eye, Night Glare stared down at the Apatosaurus, it’s once bright blue eyes glazed over with death. With the bone still in his jaws, the youngling leaned down to sniff at the herbivore’s head, only for a high-pitched screech to sound behind him. Glancing over his shoulder, Night Glare blinked at the sight of a tiny bambiraptor standing behind him, banishing his tiny, feathered arms.
Slowly, the tiny predator walked around Night Glare in a large arc before stopping at the violet scaled Apatosaurus’s head. The dusty colored adolescent leaped onto the plant-eater’s head, sniffing it. Satisfied, the bambiraptor sat up before diving his head into its eye socket. He broke the eyeball with his tiny, sharp teeth, quickly licking up the juices that flooded out of the small organ. Once the juices of the eye were licked away, the tiny carnivore began to rip away at the optical muscles of the eye socket.
Night Glare tilted his head to one side at the sight of the feasting bambiraptor. He remember his mother speaking about some dinosaurs having a preference for particular body parts or particular species. It seemed that the adolescent bambiraptor, who was still feasting on the orbicular muscles of the Apatosaurus’s skull, liked eyes.
The dark blue Deinonychus hybrid gave a small croak, catching the tiny carnivore’s attention. The tiny male glanced over its shoulder, a questioning look reflecting in its strange eyes. Night Glare let out a sudden, small growl. There was no way this small raptor could have survived into adolescents. He was blind. He had no pupil, iris, or sclera. His eyes were just orbs of dark blue with many white strands floating within them, making them appear strikingly similar to the night sky.
Hearing the low growl, the bambiraptor brandished his feathered arms and opened his jaws wide in another high-pitched screech. Night Glare let out another low growl, standing up in a threatening posture. Just as he opened his jaws to snatch the smaller raptor up from the Apatosaurus’s head, another, thunderous roar sounded. Night Glare looked in the direction of the roar, waiting for a tyrant to walk over the horizon.
Taking the dark blue-scaled hybrid’s distraction, the blind bambiraptor ran. Night Glare did not even look back when the tiny carnivore ran off; he was too distracted by what was over the horizon. Maybe it was the predator who had killed the violet-scaled Apatosaurus, and it was having a fight over its prey.
Glancing to his mother, Night Glare gave a small croak, catching the blood red female’s attention. Slowly, Blood Stone pulled herself out of the Apatosaurus’s gut, shaking herself from the blood and gore that now covered her body. Licking her lips, Blood Stone nibbled at one of her long decorative arm feathers before she turned back to her son. She gave him a slow blink of her brown eyes. At her blink, the hybrid signaled with his head towards the distance, before another monstrous roar sounded.
Blood Stone gave a small croak of her own, brown eyes now narrowed in the direction of the roar. Glancing over at her son, the red raptor gave him a small smile. She had already ate her fill and would not mind a little entertainment in the form of a brawl. She could clean herself of the gore and blood that covered her body as they watched.
With a small nod to the dark blue-scaled male, Blood Stone lead the way toward the sounds. Within minutes, they found themselves upon the battle of three massive tyrants, but this battle was not of two males fight over a female or territorial rexes. No, this fight was over something much worse. A dead youngling laid at her weeping mother’s feet, the killer a dark green rex very similar to Death Stalker in appearance and size.
Another youngling stood at her mother’s feet, yellow eyes wide with horror as she stared down at her dead sister. Her mother’s massive, pale yellow snout nuzzled her, before she pushed her daughter away. The large female spotted the two raptor’s in the distance. She caught Blood Stone’s brown eyes with her silver ones, silently pleading with the elderly Deinonychus to look after her child while to battle raged on. There was no way she would want her only living hatchling to be caught in the middle of this fight.
Blood Stone, noticing the looking of desperation in the large carnivore’s silver eyes, gave a small nod. The pale yellow Tyrannosaurus rex gave her a weak nod before nosing her youngling towards the raptor pair. “Go on, Skittering Spider,” she whispered. “Go to the raptors. Let me and Daddy take care of your sister’s killer.”
The little gray-scaled female gave a small nod before running towards the two Deinonychus. Stopping a few feet away from them, she turned around to watch the battle between her parents and the large, dark green rex. There was no way she would allow herself near the raptor pair. She did not trust any other dinosaur, only her parents, especially after what had just happened.
Blood Stone gaze out to the two males, which were now circling one another. At the sight of the smaller gray rex, she could just see his mismatched eyes. The right one red, the left one yellow. With this simple trait, the raptor could tell that this rex was Strange Gaze. The gray rex stepped forward, growling at the dark green colored male standing in front of him.
“Dark Hide,” Strange Gaze growled, mismatched eyes trained on the dark green rex. “Why the hell did you kill my daughter?”
The dark green predator gave a small chuckle. “She did not respect my boundaries. Your child should have known better.” His blood red gaze fell upon the dead, pale yellow youngling at her mother’s feet, a smile gracing his scaly green lips. “It’s quite something that I managed to kill the most talked about rex’s hatchling in the region, well, other than my brother.”
Strange Gaze’s eyes grew wide as he took a step back. “Your brother? You mean, Death Stalker?”
Dark Hide grinned, “That’s him.”
“I don’t care who you or your brother are, why the hell did you kill my little Lunar Wasp. What was your reasoning in killing a poor defenseless child?”
Dark Hide blinked at the distraught female’s words. “I already told you, she entered my territory. Do I need a better reason?”
“Yes!” the female roared running towards Dark Hide. “You could have chased her off, not kill her.” She then proceeded to try and clamp her jaws around the large, dark green rex’s throat. Dark Hide did not seemed fazed as he shook her off, her fangs only scraping against his rough scaly skin. He then proceeded to kick out at one of her legs, causing the female to fall down with a mighty thud.
“Running Moon!” Strange Gaze cried, rushing forward to help his mate.
“Running Moon, hmm?” Dark Hide muttered, placing a large foot onto the pale yellow female’s side. Just as Strange Gaze reached them, the dark green rex swung his head out, using it like a battering ram. He hit the gray Tyrannosaurs in the side as Strange Gaze aimed his jaws for his lower back. The mismatched eyed carnivore stumbled back, gasping for air.
“I see nether of you honor your life,” Dark Hide growled, red eyes glaring at the two smaller rexes before him. His gaze slowly swept over them before he glanced over his shoulder, narrowing his eyes at the two raptors in the distance. With a loud sigh, he turned back to the two carnivores. Staring at them for a long moment, he gave another loud sigh. “You know what? I’ll let you two off with a warning.”
With that, Dark Hide turned around, but stopped after a few steps. Glancing over his shoulder, he grinned. “Do you know the legend of the fiercest carnivore known to our kind? The one supposedly defeated by a gray Diplodocus. Well, he wasn’t taken down by that hunk of meat, and he was my grand-father, Death Shadow.” The dark green carnivore grinned at the memory, shaking his head. “He was dark green, tan bellied and red eyed, just like all of his descendants. His mate, Black Drop, my grandmother, she had scales as black as tar.”
Dark Hide gave the rex pair a grin. “Oh, and say hi to any of my siblings, Black Fern, Shadow Drop, or Death Stalker, I’m sure they would love to chat.” And with that final word, the dark green rex walked off.
As soon as he disappeared over the horizon, Blood Stone pushed the youngling Tyrannosaurs rex still standing at her feet towards her parents’ once more. As soon as the gray female was at her mother’s feet, Blood Stone led Night Glare off. There was a place she had in mind that she wanted to visit and it happened to be close by. Maybe she could catch one of her favorite treats, Diabloceratops hatchlings.
Within a few hours of traveling at a steady speed, Blood Stone found the place she was looking for. A vast plain where many Ceratopsian dinosaurs gathered during mating season. She figured that some would be here because of the earthquake, the horned faced dinosaurs having lost their homes’.
Night Glare gave a small croak to his mother, causing the red-feathered raptor to turn in his direction. She tilted her head to one side. It was the Triceratops family of the one who was chased by Death Stalker. Blood Stone figured that the little female would not be with them, the pale orange threehorn unable to find a place to cross to get back to her parents and sisters.
Blood Stone tilted her head at the sight of them, her eyes narrowed. The adult pair were both of a gray coloration, the female being a lighter shade than the male. The late adolescent male that stood beside them was also a dark gray coloring similar to his father. The interesting thing was that three, pale orange, female younglings ran around the adults’ feet. They looked nothing like their parents, yet Blood Stone knew that the female had laid the eggs of the younglings running around her legs.
Almost as if she sensed the true father, Blood Stone turned her gaze to the other side of the plains. A small smile graced her lips at the sight of the orange male Triceratops. He stood proudly, his green eyes focused on the lighter gray female and the three pale orange younglings at her feet. His gaze was drawn away from the female and her children when a red brown, male youngling weaved himself between his legs.
The youngling gave a small bleat motioning with his head in the other direction. The male glanced over his shoulder, before giving a small sigh and rolling his green eyes at the sight. The young, female Thin Skin he had managed to pick up before his mate died a year or so ago was on lying her back in the soft grass, squealing as younglings like his son swarmed around her. Leaning down, the male nosed his son forward, letting him go off and play with the Thin Skin once more.
The orange Triceratops turned his gaze back onto the female he had fallen in love with. He hated seeing her with the aggressive temperamental male she called her mate. He still did not understand why she had not left him yet, especially now that she had him. He would protect her from the dark gray male that was too blind to see that the children at his feet were not his.
With another sigh, the orange male looked to the right of the plains only to spot the pair of raptors. He frowned, but did not move from his place. He would not anyway. He had to protect his deceased mate’s son and the young, female Thin Skin that had helped him much on their journey here.
Blood Stone quickly noticed the orange male staring her down. The Deinonychus gave a small growl of annoyance. If either she or Night Glare made a move now, he would surly sound an alarm. She had just spotted a lone Diabloceratops youngling not too far away. The black scaled female had wonder a bit too far from her parents and was walking in the raptor pair’s direction. Sadly, it would not take too long for her parents to find her now that the raptors could not attacked for fear of causing the whole heard of Ceratopsian dinosaurs to charge at them.
A sudden roar echoed over the grassy plains causing Night Glare to let out an irritated breath. Blood Stone glanced over her shoulder to see yet another Tyrannosaurs charging towards the horned faced dinosaur herd. Why did they seem to be so many of these massive carnivores around?
Most of the large herbivores were panicking too much to group and make their protective ring around the hatchlings, younglings, weak, and elders. Only the smaller groups such as the one containing the orange Triceratops male and the Diabloceratops family who had grabbed their lone daughter before the female Tyrannosaur had charged onto the plains. None of them had to worry because the sandy-scaled carnivore ran right past them and to her target, the gray female Triceratops.
The Tyrannosaurs managed to clamp her massive jaws around the herbivore’s back instantly. The darker gray male Triceratops beside her let out a roar of terror, charging at the carnivore that had his mate in her jaws. His horns priced the rex’s thigh, but the carnivore did not let go; only biting down harder from the pain the threehorn horn had caused her.
The gray-scaled male backed off, letting out another roar and changing once more. The carnivore finally let go of his mate, but it was too late. She collapsed her spin crushing and severed from the predator’s formidable bite. She only watched as her mate ran after the sandy colored carnivore who ran as fast as she could. She would be back at sun down to eat her fill.
The gray female look to the orange male from across the plans, spotting the orange male watching her with horror-stricken eyes. She gave him a sad smile, nuzzling her three remaining younglings that had gather beside her. Her son stood, just as horror stricken as the orange-scaled male. The female looked up at him and gave him a small smile before nosing her younglings’ forward. “Go, go to your father. Over there. The big orange male.”
Only one of the little girls followed her commend the other two stood by her side, crying and confused at what she said. “Daddy ran off, Mommy. We don’t know where he went.”
The gray female only shook her head before bringing her dark gaze to her first child, her gray scaled son. His dark eyes stared down at her in disbelief. “Do, do you mean that, that male over there is the father of my siblings and not Dad.”
“Of course,” she whisper laying her head down. “I thought your father would have caught on as soon as they hatched, but…” She trailed off eyes gazing back up at her son. “Please don’t tell your father, Charger. I don’t want him to harm the children because of my indiscretions. Please.”
“I won’t,” the gray male whispered, nuzzling his dying mother.
Female, Violet Apatosaurus Night Glare and Blood Stone were feeding off: OC related to canon
Dusty brown feathered, male, Bambiraptor that was blind (based off Zeus the blind Western Screech Owl): OC
Running Moon (female Tyrannosaurs rex. Pale yellow with darker patches and white underbelly and lower jaw. Silver eyes): OC
Skittering Spider (Female Tyrannosaurs rex youngling. Gray with darker patches and white underbelly, yellow eyes with lower left part of both irises silver): OC related to canon
Lunar Wasp (Dead female Tyrannosaurs rex youngling. Pale yellow with tan underbelly and bottom jaw. Red eyes): OC related to canon
Strange Gaze (Male Tyrannosaurs rex. Gray, tan underbelly, right eye red, left eye yellow): Canon
Dark Hide (Male Tyrannosaurs rex. Dark green, tan underbelly, red eyes): Canon
Orange Male Triceratops and red brown male youngling: OCs somewhat related to canon
Black Diabloceratops female youngling: OC
Sandy colored Tyrannosaurs rex female: OC
Charger (Male Triceratops, gray. Son of the dying mother): “Canon”
Female Gray Triceratops that died: Canon
Male Gray Triceratops: Canon
Blood Stone and Night Glare sat in the belly of a violet scaled Apatosaurus. The two Deinonychus had left the mother Apatosaurus’s carcass when it had been cleaned of most of its flesh a week ago. After meager hunting of lizards and small furry mammals, they found something to fill their stomachs. Another Apatosaurus. They had found the dead, violet-scaled herbivore that afternoon. It seemed that she had died from another, much larger carnivore’s teeth. The larger carnivore had also stripped most of the meat away from the carcass, but the two raptors still had much to eat along with the other scavengers milling around the two-day old carcass.
Night Glare had pulled himself out of the large herbivore’s gut and now laid at her head. He had eaten his fill, now gnawing on the tip of a broken rib. Even then, it was too large to fit in his small jaws, but the dark blue-scaled hybrid still worked on the bone, scraping his sharp teeth against and repeatedly trying to break it in half with a strong bite.
Just as the youngling hybrid broke off a small part of the rib, a roar echoed in the distance. Sitting up, the broken piece of the bone still in his jaws, the dark blue raptor stared out in the direction the sound came from. Tilting his head, he listened closely for any more sounds. After a long moment passed, Night Glare laid back down, beginning to chew on his bone again, but his brown gaze now focused towards the horizon where the enraged roar had echoed.
Glancing out of the corner of eye, Night Glare stared down at the Apatosaurus, it’s once bright blue eyes glazed over with death. With the bone still in his jaws, the youngling leaned down to sniff at the herbivore’s head, only for a high-pitched screech to sound behind him. Glancing over his shoulder, Night Glare blinked at the sight of a tiny bambiraptor standing behind him, banishing his tiny, feathered arms.
Slowly, the tiny predator walked around Night Glare in a large arc before stopping at the violet scaled Apatosaurus’s head. The dusty colored adolescent leaped onto the plant-eater’s head, sniffing it. Satisfied, the bambiraptor sat up before diving his head into its eye socket. He broke the eyeball with his tiny, sharp teeth, quickly licking up the juices that flooded out of the small organ. Once the juices of the eye were licked away, the tiny carnivore began to rip away at the optical muscles of the eye socket.
Night Glare tilted his head to one side at the sight of the feasting bambiraptor. He remember his mother speaking about some dinosaurs having a preference for particular body parts or particular species. It seemed that the adolescent bambiraptor, who was still feasting on the orbicular muscles of the Apatosaurus’s skull, liked eyes.
The dark blue Deinonychus hybrid gave a small croak, catching the tiny carnivore’s attention. The tiny male glanced over its shoulder, a questioning look reflecting in its strange eyes. Night Glare let out a sudden, small growl. There was no way this small raptor could have survived into adolescents. He was blind. He had no pupil, iris, or sclera. His eyes were just orbs of dark blue with many white strands floating within them, making them appear strikingly similar to the night sky.
Hearing the low growl, the bambiraptor brandished his feathered arms and opened his jaws wide in another high-pitched screech. Night Glare let out another low growl, standing up in a threatening posture. Just as he opened his jaws to snatch the smaller raptor up from the Apatosaurus’s head, another, thunderous roar sounded. Night Glare looked in the direction of the roar, waiting for a tyrant to walk over the horizon.
Taking the dark blue-scaled hybrid’s distraction, the blind bambiraptor ran. Night Glare did not even look back when the tiny carnivore ran off; he was too distracted by what was over the horizon. Maybe it was the predator who had killed the violet-scaled Apatosaurus, and it was having a fight over its prey.
Glancing to his mother, Night Glare gave a small croak, catching the blood red female’s attention. Slowly, Blood Stone pulled herself out of the Apatosaurus’s gut, shaking herself from the blood and gore that now covered her body. Licking her lips, Blood Stone nibbled at one of her long decorative arm feathers before she turned back to her son. She gave him a slow blink of her brown eyes. At her blink, the hybrid signaled with his head towards the distance, before another monstrous roar sounded.
Blood Stone gave a small croak of her own, brown eyes now narrowed in the direction of the roar. Glancing over at her son, the red raptor gave him a small smile. She had already ate her fill and would not mind a little entertainment in the form of a brawl. She could clean herself of the gore and blood that covered her body as they watched.
With a small nod to the dark blue-scaled male, Blood Stone lead the way toward the sounds. Within minutes, they found themselves upon the battle of three massive tyrants, but this battle was not of two males fight over a female or territorial rexes. No, this fight was over something much worse. A dead youngling laid at her weeping mother’s feet, the killer a dark green rex very similar to Death Stalker in appearance and size.
Another youngling stood at her mother’s feet, yellow eyes wide with horror as she stared down at her dead sister. Her mother’s massive, pale yellow snout nuzzled her, before she pushed her daughter away. The large female spotted the two raptor’s in the distance. She caught Blood Stone’s brown eyes with her silver ones, silently pleading with the elderly Deinonychus to look after her child while to battle raged on. There was no way she would want her only living hatchling to be caught in the middle of this fight.
Blood Stone, noticing the looking of desperation in the large carnivore’s silver eyes, gave a small nod. The pale yellow Tyrannosaurus rex gave her a weak nod before nosing her youngling towards the raptor pair. “Go on, Skittering Spider,” she whispered. “Go to the raptors. Let me and Daddy take care of your sister’s killer.”
The little gray-scaled female gave a small nod before running towards the two Deinonychus. Stopping a few feet away from them, she turned around to watch the battle between her parents and the large, dark green rex. There was no way she would allow herself near the raptor pair. She did not trust any other dinosaur, only her parents, especially after what had just happened.
Blood Stone gaze out to the two males, which were now circling one another. At the sight of the smaller gray rex, she could just see his mismatched eyes. The right one red, the left one yellow. With this simple trait, the raptor could tell that this rex was Strange Gaze. The gray rex stepped forward, growling at the dark green colored male standing in front of him.
“Dark Hide,” Strange Gaze growled, mismatched eyes trained on the dark green rex. “Why the hell did you kill my daughter?”
The dark green predator gave a small chuckle. “She did not respect my boundaries. Your child should have known better.” His blood red gaze fell upon the dead, pale yellow youngling at her mother’s feet, a smile gracing his scaly green lips. “It’s quite something that I managed to kill the most talked about rex’s hatchling in the region, well, other than my brother.”
Strange Gaze’s eyes grew wide as he took a step back. “Your brother? You mean, Death Stalker?”
Dark Hide grinned, “That’s him.”
“I don’t care who you or your brother are, why the hell did you kill my little Lunar Wasp. What was your reasoning in killing a poor defenseless child?”
Dark Hide blinked at the distraught female’s words. “I already told you, she entered my territory. Do I need a better reason?”
“Yes!” the female roared running towards Dark Hide. “You could have chased her off, not kill her.” She then proceeded to try and clamp her jaws around the large, dark green rex’s throat. Dark Hide did not seemed fazed as he shook her off, her fangs only scraping against his rough scaly skin. He then proceeded to kick out at one of her legs, causing the female to fall down with a mighty thud.
“Running Moon!” Strange Gaze cried, rushing forward to help his mate.
“Running Moon, hmm?” Dark Hide muttered, placing a large foot onto the pale yellow female’s side. Just as Strange Gaze reached them, the dark green rex swung his head out, using it like a battering ram. He hit the gray Tyrannosaurs in the side as Strange Gaze aimed his jaws for his lower back. The mismatched eyed carnivore stumbled back, gasping for air.
“I see nether of you honor your life,” Dark Hide growled, red eyes glaring at the two smaller rexes before him. His gaze slowly swept over them before he glanced over his shoulder, narrowing his eyes at the two raptors in the distance. With a loud sigh, he turned back to the two carnivores. Staring at them for a long moment, he gave another loud sigh. “You know what? I’ll let you two off with a warning.”
With that, Dark Hide turned around, but stopped after a few steps. Glancing over his shoulder, he grinned. “Do you know the legend of the fiercest carnivore known to our kind? The one supposedly defeated by a gray Diplodocus. Well, he wasn’t taken down by that hunk of meat, and he was my grand-father, Death Shadow.” The dark green carnivore grinned at the memory, shaking his head. “He was dark green, tan bellied and red eyed, just like all of his descendants. His mate, Black Drop, my grandmother, she had scales as black as tar.”
Dark Hide gave the rex pair a grin. “Oh, and say hi to any of my siblings, Black Fern, Shadow Drop, or Death Stalker, I’m sure they would love to chat.” And with that final word, the dark green rex walked off.
As soon as he disappeared over the horizon, Blood Stone pushed the youngling Tyrannosaurs rex still standing at her feet towards her parents’ once more. As soon as the gray female was at her mother’s feet, Blood Stone led Night Glare off. There was a place she had in mind that she wanted to visit and it happened to be close by. Maybe she could catch one of her favorite treats, Diabloceratops hatchlings.
Within a few hours of traveling at a steady speed, Blood Stone found the place she was looking for. A vast plain where many Ceratopsian dinosaurs gathered during mating season. She figured that some would be here because of the earthquake, the horned faced dinosaurs having lost their homes’.
Night Glare gave a small croak to his mother, causing the red-feathered raptor to turn in his direction. She tilted her head to one side. It was the Triceratops family of the one who was chased by Death Stalker. Blood Stone figured that the little female would not be with them, the pale orange threehorn unable to find a place to cross to get back to her parents and sisters.
Blood Stone tilted her head at the sight of them, her eyes narrowed. The adult pair were both of a gray coloration, the female being a lighter shade than the male. The late adolescent male that stood beside them was also a dark gray coloring similar to his father. The interesting thing was that three, pale orange, female younglings ran around the adults’ feet. They looked nothing like their parents, yet Blood Stone knew that the female had laid the eggs of the younglings running around her legs.
Almost as if she sensed the true father, Blood Stone turned her gaze to the other side of the plains. A small smile graced her lips at the sight of the orange male Triceratops. He stood proudly, his green eyes focused on the lighter gray female and the three pale orange younglings at her feet. His gaze was drawn away from the female and her children when a red brown, male youngling weaved himself between his legs.
The youngling gave a small bleat motioning with his head in the other direction. The male glanced over his shoulder, before giving a small sigh and rolling his green eyes at the sight. The young, female Thin Skin he had managed to pick up before his mate died a year or so ago was on lying her back in the soft grass, squealing as younglings like his son swarmed around her. Leaning down, the male nosed his son forward, letting him go off and play with the Thin Skin once more.
The orange Triceratops turned his gaze back onto the female he had fallen in love with. He hated seeing her with the aggressive temperamental male she called her mate. He still did not understand why she had not left him yet, especially now that she had him. He would protect her from the dark gray male that was too blind to see that the children at his feet were not his.
With another sigh, the orange male looked to the right of the plains only to spot the pair of raptors. He frowned, but did not move from his place. He would not anyway. He had to protect his deceased mate’s son and the young, female Thin Skin that had helped him much on their journey here.
Blood Stone quickly noticed the orange male staring her down. The Deinonychus gave a small growl of annoyance. If either she or Night Glare made a move now, he would surly sound an alarm. She had just spotted a lone Diabloceratops youngling not too far away. The black scaled female had wonder a bit too far from her parents and was walking in the raptor pair’s direction. Sadly, it would not take too long for her parents to find her now that the raptors could not attacked for fear of causing the whole heard of Ceratopsian dinosaurs to charge at them.
A sudden roar echoed over the grassy plains causing Night Glare to let out an irritated breath. Blood Stone glanced over her shoulder to see yet another Tyrannosaurs charging towards the horned faced dinosaur herd. Why did they seem to be so many of these massive carnivores around?
Most of the large herbivores were panicking too much to group and make their protective ring around the hatchlings, younglings, weak, and elders. Only the smaller groups such as the one containing the orange Triceratops male and the Diabloceratops family who had grabbed their lone daughter before the female Tyrannosaur had charged onto the plains. None of them had to worry because the sandy-scaled carnivore ran right past them and to her target, the gray female Triceratops.
The Tyrannosaurs managed to clamp her massive jaws around the herbivore’s back instantly. The darker gray male Triceratops beside her let out a roar of terror, charging at the carnivore that had his mate in her jaws. His horns priced the rex’s thigh, but the carnivore did not let go; only biting down harder from the pain the threehorn horn had caused her.
The gray-scaled male backed off, letting out another roar and changing once more. The carnivore finally let go of his mate, but it was too late. She collapsed her spin crushing and severed from the predator’s formidable bite. She only watched as her mate ran after the sandy colored carnivore who ran as fast as she could. She would be back at sun down to eat her fill.
The gray female look to the orange male from across the plans, spotting the orange male watching her with horror-stricken eyes. She gave him a sad smile, nuzzling her three remaining younglings that had gather beside her. Her son stood, just as horror stricken as the orange-scaled male. The female looked up at him and gave him a small smile before nosing her younglings’ forward. “Go, go to your father. Over there. The big orange male.”
Only one of the little girls followed her commend the other two stood by her side, crying and confused at what she said. “Daddy ran off, Mommy. We don’t know where he went.”
The gray female only shook her head before bringing her dark gaze to her first child, her gray scaled son. His dark eyes stared down at her in disbelief. “Do, do you mean that, that male over there is the father of my siblings and not Dad.”
“Of course,” she whisper laying her head down. “I thought your father would have caught on as soon as they hatched, but…” She trailed off eyes gazing back up at her son. “Please don’t tell your father, Charger. I don’t want him to harm the children because of my indiscretions. Please.”
“I won’t,” the gray male whispered, nuzzling his dying mother.
Female, Violet Apatosaurus Night Glare and Blood Stone were feeding off: OC related to canon
Dusty brown feathered, male, Bambiraptor that was blind (based off Zeus the blind Western Screech Owl): OC
Running Moon (female Tyrannosaurs rex. Pale yellow with darker patches and white underbelly and lower jaw. Silver eyes): OC
Skittering Spider (Female Tyrannosaurs rex youngling. Gray with darker patches and white underbelly, yellow eyes with lower left part of both irises silver): OC related to canon
Lunar Wasp (Dead female Tyrannosaurs rex youngling. Pale yellow with tan underbelly and bottom jaw. Red eyes): OC related to canon
Strange Gaze (Male Tyrannosaurs rex. Gray, tan underbelly, right eye red, left eye yellow): Canon
Dark Hide (Male Tyrannosaurs rex. Dark green, tan underbelly, red eyes): Canon
Orange Male Triceratops and red brown male youngling: OCs somewhat related to canon
Black Diabloceratops female youngling: OC
Sandy colored Tyrannosaurs rex female: OC
Charger (Male Triceratops, gray. Son of the dying mother): “Canon”
Female Gray Triceratops that died: Canon
Male Gray Triceratops: Canon