(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 (Claimed by @RainbowFaceProtege )
• 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 (Claimed by @RainbowFaceProtege )

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
- N/A
- N/A


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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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(More to come soon!)