I finally decided (albeit still mulling it over...) to write up a few narrations on the daily life of my OC's...
Hooray *waves weakly*
Anyway.... Heeeeerrrrrreeeee's Da Ferst Paht!!
Hadley Hadley rolled his eyes. How long had he been in this stupid meeting?
A mini-eternity springs first to mind, he thought, rather spitefully.
By the Smoking Mountains! We’ve discussed this whole episode ten times at least. When can I leave? The Different-Claw had been rudely, and literally, dragged out of his sleeping place in the high cave he shared with his flyer friend, Keirra, by a mob of angry Bigmouths, who had claimed he started a stampede earlier that morning. Which he, in fact did. But it hadn’t
really been his fault. He had just been out walking at an hour before the Bright Circle rose, and had just happened to step on a ground hive of Buzzing Stingers, which in turn just happened to make him flip, so of course the first thing he naturally would do is to run, like the hide he prized depended on it, right past the bewildered, bleary-eyed Bigmouths, who had been wakened by the sound of his yells.
Hadley conveniently left out that one small fact that he had known just where the Buzzing Stinger nest was, and had made sure to run
directly past the nesting dinosaurs. He smirked quietly to himself.
If only they’d seen their faces. The Different-Claw shook his head.
Topps the Three-Horn, one of the prosecutors in this case, glowered at the smirking fast-biter mimic. “Well,
I think he did it on purpose!” He stomped the ground, challengingly. Hadley fixed the three-horn with a weary frown, appearing like an innocent victim of circumstance and the Council was wasting his time. Hadley caught sight of one of his friends, Dante the blue Claw Hand, among the throng, looking very tired and extremely nervous.
Dante wasn’t much one for crowds. A relative newcomer to the Valley, the Claw Hand had been found a couple seasons ago by one of the residents, a flyer by name of Pterano. Dante had been unconscious, with a fractured right leg and was bleeding freely from slash marks all over his body from a Fastclaw attack. Now that he was recuperated, he still walked with a limp, since his leg hadn’t healed the right way. The Claw Hand had been invited to join the Council as Dante had proven to the grownups of the Valley that he was an avid problem solver, and quite level-headed. The only thing the Council should have taken into account was that Dante
abhorred debating, as well as public speaking, and the Council was something that combined the two. Hadley couldn’t help but give his friend a coy little wink after noticing his annoyed expression.
Topps growled deep in his throat. If that was supposed to be a threat, it was wasted on the indifferent Hadley, who merely gave an impudent snort right back at his prosecutor. Grandpa Longneck, the admirable-and-by-default Head of the Council (possibly even of the Great Valley, in Hadley’s opinion), sighed and cleared his throat, indicating it was time to come to a verdict.
“Now, we have stripped this story to its bare bones, and the defendant, Hadley, insists it was an accident that drove him by your herd’s nests.” The longneck turned to the group of Bigmouths, who reluctantly agreed. Grandpa turned back to Topps. “And if we have no further need of debating, then I suggest we call this meeting to an end.” He looked around at the assembled dinosaurs. Some were grumbling, some were indecisive, but the majority was nodding. Probably not for Hadley’s sake, though. It was still pretty early in the morning, and the Different Claw noticed, with intense amusement, that the Council was headed directly back to their nests after the verdict was reached.
Soon, he was alone at the Stone Arch, apart from Dante. The blue Claw Hand limped slowly over, joining up with Hadley in the middle.
Dante sighed. “I probably shouldn’t even ask you, right?”
Hadley winked again as he turned around, indicating that Dante walk with him. “Of course not, as I said,” he crossed his heart. “I was an innocent victim of the moment.” The gleeful smile on his face proved otherwise. Dante rolled his eyes.
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Enjoy!