This is Ruse and Gallio's storyline, a small fanfiction I'm writing staring my lil flyer and his big flyer employer! Starting off with chapter 1! Let me know what you think, I think I'll be posting each chapter in this thread separately and then link them all back here for easier reading access. That being said, let's get to introducing my favorite flying friends!

 

Chapter 1

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The air was unnaturally cold for the warm season, fog had rolled in, as well woven as a winter blanket, and all seemed calm in The Grand Plains. Peaceful, even. The dew pressing to grass stocks, the buzzing of dragonflies seeking refuge from the cold glinting over the hillsides, the unceremonious cawing of a local flock of birds- Breaking the eerily hanging silence came frantic, panicked breathing, his wings scrambling to keep up with him, a lone Thalassodromeus lingered out through the open air, attempting to regain some semblance of reason. He fluttered there, panting, his eyes straining to take in each direction, but when nothing seemed out of the ordinary, he continued on his way, scuttling to reach the mountain looming over the monstrous crater's lip. Within the shelter of the Smoking Mountain's shadow, Ruse landed with an unceremonious clatter, but not a single sound slipping from between his clenched bill. Instead, he crawled, digging in those little claws to carry himself against the cliff side, eyes flittering to the sky.

Moments passed, crickets chirped, the grass that spread across the rocky mountain flittered with the breeze, the wheezing of his breath the only noise to draw the poor fowl's attention. He crept from beside the cliff, peering over the edge, his little fingers clutching the rock beneath him, trying to secure himself as he scanned the horizon for any signs of danger. Nothing...a rather exaggerated sigh of relief escaped him, and he collapsed, little chicken legs in the air.

"Well, a workout is a workout~!" He let out a weary laugh. "...but Ruse has things to do~! Places to be~" He swept his little tail up behind him, wiggling it tauntingly at the misty sky beyond-
That is, until his little world was turned upside down.

A massive shadow swept down in front of him, flying up from beneath the ledge he had just peered over, before landing on the stretch of rock between him and the edge. It sent the Thal falling back, squawking in horror, his tiny wings trying helplessly to pick his body up. But the leering figure had it's own plans. With one swift motion, a clawed front leg thrust forward, pinning Ruse to the ground.

"Now, now..." Came a sickly, low, rumbling voice, his long beak clacking in a painful, mocking tone. "What's the rush? I insist you stay a while, relax...join me for dinner."

"D-d-dinner?" Croaked the pinned Thalassodromeus, his red eyes glued to the single yellow iris glinting down at him, observing the way he writhed and wheezed helplessly for air. How amusing... "Oh, nono- Ruse is afraid Ruse is quiet full! Thank you, friend~!" He tried desperately to wriggle his way out of his clutches, but the more he struggled, the harder the vicious creature pressed down, until finally he gave up moving altogether, focusing instead on his sharp, shallow inhales.

"Good...good." The Quetzalcoatlus hummed, clacking his beak yet again, as if inspecting which part of the fowl to peel apart first. "A meal within a meal..." This made Ruse quiver, his foolish attempts in escape dampened by the other's sour words. A viceral shutter rutted it's way up his long, billowed neck, shaking it back and forth in a frightening tremor. Gallio's head bowed to the sky, slowly lifting his beak like a scythe, drawing his dagger back as if preparing to skewer the poor creature to the stones beneath it.

Ruse's quivering breaths grew louder, more fearful, his wings pulling closer to his body, a sad attempt to keep his hide safe from the sharp beak.
"Wait!" He squeaked, barely able to push the word past his clamped maw. "Ruse can he-help you!"

The beast froze, his head cocking to the side curiously. Just then, the pressure lessened, allowing Ruse a chance to breathe, but not escape his grasp.

"Help?" He mocked, his voice masked with a chortle that rumbled out of his greyed underbelly. The pressure returned suddenly, sharply, Ruse gasped out, pawing at the air as his poor escape was douced by the creature's powerful grip. "What could I possibly need help with, and for that matter, what could a pathetic little Flyer like yourself have to offer~?" His voice was laced with a stinging jovial tune, rubbing in just how pathetic Ruse was. He chortled, snorting down at him. This Thal was particularly silly, hardly putting up a fight- and then immediately bribing him? Had Ruse any pride?

And yet, this allured the larger Flyer, his beak clacking again curiously.
Ruse hadn't opened his eyes yet, but just as he had begun giving up hope, air returned to him, the pressure lifting.

The Quetz lifted his front leg, allowing Ruse the option to sit up and take a few well deserved breaths.
"Now, my full-bellied friend..." Gallio hummed sweetly, lowering his head again to eye Ruse there on the ground. "I accept your gracious offer...with one condition." Ruse gulped, lowering his beak, his eyes wide as he wearily leaned away from the hulking mass of muscle and hollow bone.

"Condition?" He echoed, his voice quivering as he stared up at those teetering, piercing eyes.

"You must bring me a sacrifice."

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Short, I know, but I'm really happy with it so far! Let me know what you guys think! 

(Here we are! I hope this isn't too small of a starting! Let me know if you have any questions! He's currently at one of the coasts near the Great Valley, in the Mysterious Beyond.) @RainbowFaceProtege @ImpracticalDino @SilverWesternDrago

OOC Thread

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The earth grew hot and heavy, the sun stretching its long reach across the open, cloudless sky, the sea lapping against the sandy shore like a sloppy wet kiss. There, upon a sun bleached rock, settled a lone flyer. His head lifted to the sky listlessly, eyes screwed tightly shut as he took in the cool, salty breeze. For just a moment, he wondered if he heard his name being called from behind, off toward the forest, but he was far too busy to call back. He had a fish to catch...

Without a moment to waste, the scrawny pterosaur stood on all fours and leered over the edge of his sunbathing rock. He hadn't spotted any movement below the water's edge in some time, and his belly was starting to rumble. Perhaps it was time to stir the pot! With a little chuff, he clacked his beak, fluffed up his feathers, and leapt off into the air, pushing himself into the sky.

Up, up he flew, until suddenly his beak bent down, and he darted toward the ocean below him.

Ker-PLOOSH. He had disappeared beneath the waves.

There, in the murky blue water, he wavered a moment, his wings being used like fins to push him about toward the smaller fish flittering away from him. He wasn't fast, nor was he graceful, but with a few sloppy chomps the flyer had secured a premature arapaima. Without another thought, he rushed toward the surface.

His crest was the first thing to break it, splashing about frantically as he nearly sucked the fish down his throat straight into his lungs. He coughed and sputtered, spitting it out, before catching it again in the air and cackling to himself.

"Ruse caught you~ Now Ruse eats you!" He proceeds to gobble down the fish whole, before carefully paddling toward his rock to dry off.

Hello everyone, I've come to you in my hour of need. My proposition is simple...

Zombie Apocalypse Land Before Time...Let me explain.

Herbivores obviously do not have the sort of teeth meant for ripping into flesh, but imagine a disease that's particularly meant for carnivores that's transmitted to a herbivore via bite. Said herbivore infects other herbivores, ect, ect. It drives them insane, but has no effect on carnivores. Basically eats the mind and drives leaf-eaters toward any body of water, enter it, and basically drown itself in order to infect the water. Naturally most animals are adverse to drinking from infected water, but this specific strain is undetectable by smell and transmitted easily via large bodies of water.

This will be a multi-paragraph, literate rp. Please be sure to take your time and not rush your replies! I'm more than happy to hear anyone else's input or ideas, but for now that's what I got! 

Character Roster

Main Characters:

• Littlefoot
• Cera
• Petrie
• Ducky (Claimed by @ImpracticalDino )
• Spike (Claimed by @SammyTheSpiketail )
• Chomper
• Ruby (Reserved by @TenderlyLiz )

Side Characters:

• Grandpa
• Grandma
• Daddy Topps (Reserved for @TenderlyLiz)
• Tria
• Mama Swimmer
• Mama Flyer
• Pterano

Ocs are MORE than welcome, and this can be a group rp! Please pm or comment to reserve a character!

RULES:

- Please keep it PG-13 (no nsfw especially with the dinos.) Minor blood/gore is fine.
- I will not ship or roleplay with anyone under 18, I prefer that you're 21 or older to participate.)
- I am fine with a Warrior Cats styled economic system/religion/society if that's what you prefer, but I do not mind just sticking with the way LBT portrayed them.
- No god-modding (Controlling anyone else's character but your own assigned character. That includes thoughts, feelings, actions, and what they say!)
- No metagaming​ (Using knowledge or information that the player is aware of but the character never learned themselves. This includes another characters inner thoughts, things that your character was not present for, ect ect)

THESE RULES ARE FIRM. If you wish to participate in this roleplay you MUST follow them! If you refuse to the rp will be forfeit and will restart OR you will no longer be allowed to participate.

Storyline Basis:

The cold of winter was slowly creeping its way across the Great Valley once more, its bitter sting nipping at the tail end of autumn. Though few enjoy the cold, many appreciate the sensation of being guarded from it, including the many herds slowly dripping into the Great Valley. From all walks of lives, they mesh into the mixing pot easily, but something curious crops up., something the adults are far too busy arguing over food rations and space to notice.

A single infected Big Mouth stumbled along with the herds, seeking nothing more than to plunge himself into the waterhole in desperation.

Slowly, Littlefoot realizes something is off, an eerie sensation creeping through the herds, a stillness that unsettled the young buck. One by one, like flies they began to fall victim to the parasite, and Littlefoot recognized the feverish look in their eyes as he passed by the healers dens. The way they tracked him, the searing glint- the emptiness.

They looked like Sharpteeth...

When things begin to grow dire and push comes to shove, Littlefoot and his friends are forced to face the dangers of the outside world in order to escape their own demise. Who will join him, and what dangers lay ahead of him?

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Hope to hear back from you all soon! 

Thank you for stopping by and taking a peek, if you have any questions, please let me know! 

Character list:

- Ruse
- Koen
- Gallio




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Basic Information

Name: Ruse
Pronunciation: (R-ooz)
Gender: Male
Age: Adult
Species: Thalassodromeus Sethi, Pterosaur

Detailed Description:

Appearance: From the first curl of his generous crest, to his relatively feeble little tail, Ruse is clad in a brilliant carrousel of colors. Yellows, reds and oranges clash on his delicate beak, proudly proclaiming his presence far before any noise leaves his maw- for those with relatively good eyesight, of course. He stands at a total of 5'4, rather small for a fowl of his maturity, his wingspan barely reaching 12ft. If he wasn't careful, someone might mistake him for a delicious little snack! He sports no scars or blemishes to his wonderful hide, his feathers properly preened whenever he gets the chance.

Personality: Ruse is extremely self important and arrogant, often injecting himself into conversations or situations that do not involve him, only to be shooed away like an obnoxious little fly. Incredibly selfish and self-sustaining, he travels alone...though only due to his own misconduct. He enjoys finding packs and following them, picking off their food when they're not paying attention. He's a horrible hunter, one of the worst, and relies solely on the work of others to sustain himself- often spotted floundering in bodies of water in feeble attempts to fish, or pecking at hatchlings along beaches until their mothers take issue and chase him off. Regardless of how self-important he felt, Ruse finds himself longing for companionship when the day is over, and the games have finished. He will circle his nest, coo gently to the night air, and wait for a flock.

...if one would ever take him... 

He struggles with a desire to belong, and will try to bribe respect and attention via gifts of pretty shells or rocks- often landing squarely on his receivers heads.
Goals and Challenges: Ruse desires respect and acceptance, and struggles with his fear of being rejected or denied those desires. Without having ever experienced what they feel like, Ruse attempts to garner them through small acts of service or gifts, though is easily turned down thanks to his trickster-like personality. He's desperately lonely.

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Backstory/History:

He hatched in the depths of the night, waking beneath the graces of a small, dead tree. There was no welcome, no nuzzle of a warm beak against his own, no gentle whispers to encourage his clumsy dance from his eggy hiding spot. A trill, faint, sweet, to the stars above his crest, but no one to answer it- say for the Sarcosuchus slowly slithering their way through the swamp he had been given life on. He had been such a small egg, and while he had been slumbering within his little warm bed, his siblings had made their way to the new world and had taken flight, slipping away into the night sky without a trace.

He was alone... and he had never felt it more than in that moment of stillness.

For days he sat idle...waiting. He didn't know for who, or for how long, but all he knew was that he needed someone. He would spend his time circling his tiny hump of earth, dipping his beak into the water's edge and fishing out what worms and pond scum he could survive on. It all tasted so foul, and Ruse was growing weary. He swore he could hear a voice beckoning from the tree lining, eerily a fond, familiar one- one he had heard within the confines of his egg many moons ago. If he had been any smarter, he might've followed, but instead he opted to stay in his tiny nest and watch the stars twinkle in the night sky.

By chance one day, Ruse spotted a flock of pterosaurs flying above the marshy pit he had been stuck in. Tucking himself into the small, hollowed out tree he had been born beneath, he watched them seek refuge on any of the dry land provided. He was intrigued by the way they had swooped down from the heavens so gracefully, his wide red eyes glued to them for some time, until they eventually slipped off again.

By watching them, the tiny bird enthusiastically attempted to mimic their movements. It took time, attempt after attempt of panicked flapping and squawks of annoyance at failing to take off the ground. He'd find himself unceremoniously plummeting into the ponds on several occasions, but with a tiny tail wiggle, and some extra help from a boulder, he was able to take off and flitter up past the canopy.

The sun struck him, bright, brilliant, its rays warm to the touch- and then- the air. Fresh, sweet, salty all the same- Ruse would never return to that murky bog of a nest, unless fate would allow.

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Voice claim: Cicero: Skyrim TES
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wli4V8iPnBc
Theme song(s):
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kwGgQAMj5DI 
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vRtVFIsYPLI

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Basic Information

Name: Koen
Pronunciation: (Ko-in)
Gender: Male
Age: Middle aged Adult
Species: Deinosuchus, Bellydragger

Detailed Description:

Appearance: Koen is a well-rounded, tubby Deinosuchus, his neck a particularly rounded and plump size. It makes it particularly hard to maneuver, but what Koen lacks in mobility, he makes up for in good looks. He's quiet the charmer, always a soft demeanor of comfort resides around the older croc, regardless of the glare he dawns regularly. Like most Bellydraggers, Koen has a layer of thick armor along his back, small little spikes riveting along his shoulders all the way to the tip of his tail. 

Personality: Koen is sweet, empathetic and gentle compared to most Sharpteeth, his diet assisting in this but most of all his love for a very certain swimmer. Koen avoids getting into tussles but isn't afraid to stick up for himself and those he loves. That being said, he's feverishly afraid of being squashed by Longnecks and other tall walkers. They were like walking trees, something all too foreign to the poor Bellydragger. He's grumpy as all get out, mostly due to his weight and the process of traveling from one watering hole to the next, but he's easily sweet talked if you know how to woo a croc his size.

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Backstory/History:

Hatching was the least of Koen's worries, finding himself in a strange new world with his 9 siblings and mother t-boot was the easy part, the hard part was surviving. Being the eldest, he came first, for food, for water, and for all other activities his mother sought to nourish their lives. He was the head of their team, the alpha of their pack, until one day, Koen's belly got the better of him.

He found himself sneaking away to his secret watering hole, wriggled his way down the narrow entry and began to gobble away at the fish provided in the small space. It wasn't until the next morning when he woke to find he was too big to fit through the exit! Horror struck him, and there he waited for his family to come and rescue him. Koen was alone, and for the first time, he wanted so desperately for those yapping, obnoxious siblings of his to pop up through the water and tell him it was all a prank.

The watering hole was under a swampy hill of marsh, thick dirt battened down his exit, unable to dig his way out without taking his sweet time. He worried he'd be here forever, crying and wailing for his mum to save him. His mother never came, and Koen began to sulk. Time passed, days, weeks, months, all while Koen slipped in and out of dissociation. Time only drew more sadness from the lonely creature, his home growing smaller as the years progressed and the fish supply dwindled in his tiny pond. Only when a soft voice peeped from the entry hole did Koen realize he wasn't alone.

It wasn't like any Bellydragger he had met in this part of the world, his memories of what they looked like fleeting but still there. This stranger brought him gifts, small trinkets of shiny rocks that she'd roll down the hole for him to enjoy. Finally, the request came that she help him dig himself free, and she obliged.

Curiously, when he emerged from his prison, he was not faced with another Bellydragger- instead, he met a tall, lanky, moss covered Swimmer! Now, Koen being young when he first entered his hole, had never met whatever she was- but instantly fell in love with her. They agreed to find another watering hole together, and off the pair went, the gator and his savior.

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Voice claim: N/A TBA
Theme song(s): N/A TBA

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Basic Information

Name: Gallio
Pronunciation (Optional):  Gal-lee-oh
Gender: Male
Age: Older Adult
Species: Quetzalcoatlus

Detailed Description:

Appearance: A whopping 15 feet tall, he stands like a scythe, his beak it's blade, his body the handle. His wings are 30ft wide, leaving a colossal shadow upon the earth whenever he takes flight. His hide is painted in reds and blacks, a grey underbelly and two orange eyes glinting in the darkness.

Personality: Snide, dark, he lurks and lingers in the woods, whispering to himself riddles and rhymes. Rarely does he speak in more than cryptic messages, only when in a bout of rage or when his mind clears. He suffers from a type of psychosis, believing he is the reincarnated god of death. He is manipulative, aggressive and sure of himself. When faced with a disadvantage, Gallio reacts with fear and cowardice.

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Backstory/History:

Legend contends Gallio's arrival to this world to be anything but natural. Unlike the care and gentle rearing a creature of any mortal being should have, Gallio was subject to the torment of voices permeating his mind. Voices that told him of his victory, of his godhood. Legend says he took pleasure in tormenting the creatures residing in the flatlands he called home, his slender bill a dagger, bloodied more often than not.

He stalked the surrounding planes like a ghost amongst the darkness, his Click clack clacking the only noise to illuminate the thick, foggy air. Gallio feared no ghost, no earthly creature, not even those who swam the deeps. He only feared hunger.

So, he stretched out his hands, and drew forth a company. By the time he came upon Ruse, he was hungry, weak and fearful. Perfectly moldable.
Thus, a bargain was struck. Ruse would scout sacrifices for him, and in turn Ruse would be gifted another day- week, month to live. Graciously, of course...

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Voice claim: Tim Curry
Theme song(s): 
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pVzYS3Ga_j8

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