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LBT Fanfiction / A Wish Granted: Tears of a Sharptooth
« on: March 13, 2017, 05:21:41 PM »
What's up, GOF people?
I'll get straight to the point. Some of you have probably heard that Rhombus and I have been working on a collaboration project. This long rumored story that has been in the works since last Fall is now ready for publishing. We are both very excited about this, and hope you all will enjoy.
From the author and creator of the 'Seven Hunters', 'Songs of the Hunters', and 'Mender's Tale'....
From the author of 'This Is Growing Up' and 'The Way I Am'....
Guy Walks Into a Bar Productions....
Sponsored by Dinoco Oil Company, IGN, and Rex from Toy Story....
I present to you
A Wish Granted: Tears of a Sharptooth
Prologue
A torrent of verdant leaves exploded from the bushes as the longneck propelled himself through the foreboding darkness of the Wetlands. In his headlong advance he did not notice anything except for the promise of the open expanse beyond. An escape from the unseen danger. An escape from what haunted his nightmares.
An escape from certain death.
His legs burned with exertion as every blade of grass and even the ground itself seemed intent on slowing his progress. In his fear-addled mind he had no idea how long he had been running, whether it had been minutes or hours. The only thing that he knew was that he had to gain distance on the green menace that stalked him.
He never saw the hole that made him lose his balance.
In a cascade of movement the small longneck appeared to buckle and fall into the muddy abyss of the stream. His brown skin being coated with the thick muck of the sinking mud. It took all that he had in him to keep his head above the depths.
A rather large Utahraptor emerged from the brush and sniffed. The little longneck was close by, he knew that much. In the growing darkness, his eyesight would prove to be an advantage. Leaf eaters were not the most adept to their surroundings in the night time hours. Slowly moving forward, his ears picked up a sound: the sound of struggling.
He edged himself towards the river, he needed to be careful, not because the longneck posed a threat but because he himself did not want to be caught in whatever the youngling was currently trapped in. The Utahraptor approached the edge of a muddy stream and using his senses, managed to discern where his target was. The little longneck was caught in a bog that threatened to engulf him.
No way out now, kid.
As if he had heard the fastbiter's thoughts, the longneck appeared to roll in the water and proceeded to float towards the other side, still managing to keep his head above the sticky sludge. It was as if the youngling was daring the predator to follow.
The green fast biter smirked at this gesture.
Oh I don't think so.
He was large for his kind, and that proved to be crucial here. Using his mighty forelegs, he jumped across the stream, maintaining his balance and landing perfectly on the other side right in front of the young longneck.
"Ahhhh!"
The green fastbiter only watched with mild amusement as his target struggled to free himself from the muck that significantly impaired his mobility.
Then again, what mobility? Longnecks barely have any as it is
The small creature managed to lift himself onto the bank and try to run, only for him to fall flat on his face and right in front of the fastbiter, who peered down at him in with a mixture of curiosity and bemusement.
"Dad! Dad, help!"
The longneck coughed after attempting to yell. The gunk from the bog made him gag, and the sludge on his face made it difficult to see. But even with those limitations it was obvious that the youngling knew his likely fate. There was no one to save him now.
"Oh daddy isn't coming. At least, not yet," the Utahraptor said with a grin.
"You…" The longneck coughed again, "You can speak?!"
The fastbiter chuckled, displaying his sharp pointed claws on the end of his feet.
"How droll. But of course I can speak, young one. How else would I be able to convey what I am about to tell you?"
He gazed up at the heavens, stars starting to twinkle within the last light of the twilight.
"Shame about the others. They won't be here to witness such a glorious occasion. But no matter. I can always start with you. In fact, I think it would be fitting."
The longneck cowered assuming that he was about to be eaten. His eyes conveyed only mindless fear.
The green fast biter observed the smaller dinosaur. A dinosaur he once normally considered just an appetizer to a far bigger meal. How his perspective had changed since then. Much had evolved as the years had gone by. Longnecks were always strong creatures, but even a hatchling would not be able to muster much courage in the face of a fully grown sharptooth. Even as he looked down upon this morsel, he felt a twinge of sympathy. After all he knew the plight of leaf eaters better than most of his species. Something that a couple of mysterious rainbow faces had seen to long ago.
The young longneck's trembling became more subdued as recognition again registered in his eyes. The fear-numbness had finally abated. Now only confusion remained. Confusion and more than a bit of curiosity.
Ha! Reminds me of a certain longneck from a long time ago…
"Good, it seems you've managed to control your fear. We sharpteeth can practically smell it...moving on. If you think a sharptooth talking leaf eater is odd then let me tell you a tale. A story that happened many years past…"
"A story?" The longneck was not processing what he was hearing.
Another laugh emanated from the sharptooth.
"You remind me a lot of myself back in the past, kid," he said with a slightly unnerving toothy grin. "Unsure...running away from what you should do...So how about I tell you how I overcame that? After all if you want to become better at avoiding becoming dinner then perhaps you should listen to…"
Don't give too much away. Not just yet.
"Anyway, shall we begin?"
The longneck looked unsure, as the mud began to dry on his skin. But eventually his curiosity overpowered his fear and he gave a weak nod. It wasn't like he had much of a choice.
Clearing his throat, the sharptooth started to speak in a dry tone.
"It all began many cold times ago…"
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Well, what do you guys think? Let us know with a review or two! We'd love some feedback!
There will be more yet to come!
I'll get straight to the point. Some of you have probably heard that Rhombus and I have been working on a collaboration project. This long rumored story that has been in the works since last Fall is now ready for publishing. We are both very excited about this, and hope you all will enjoy.
From the author and creator of the 'Seven Hunters', 'Songs of the Hunters', and 'Mender's Tale'....
From the author of 'This Is Growing Up' and 'The Way I Am'....
Guy Walks Into a Bar Productions....
Sponsored by Dinoco Oil Company, IGN, and Rex from Toy Story....
I present to you
A Wish Granted: Tears of a Sharptooth
Prologue
A torrent of verdant leaves exploded from the bushes as the longneck propelled himself through the foreboding darkness of the Wetlands. In his headlong advance he did not notice anything except for the promise of the open expanse beyond. An escape from the unseen danger. An escape from what haunted his nightmares.
An escape from certain death.
His legs burned with exertion as every blade of grass and even the ground itself seemed intent on slowing his progress. In his fear-addled mind he had no idea how long he had been running, whether it had been minutes or hours. The only thing that he knew was that he had to gain distance on the green menace that stalked him.
He never saw the hole that made him lose his balance.
In a cascade of movement the small longneck appeared to buckle and fall into the muddy abyss of the stream. His brown skin being coated with the thick muck of the sinking mud. It took all that he had in him to keep his head above the depths.
A rather large Utahraptor emerged from the brush and sniffed. The little longneck was close by, he knew that much. In the growing darkness, his eyesight would prove to be an advantage. Leaf eaters were not the most adept to their surroundings in the night time hours. Slowly moving forward, his ears picked up a sound: the sound of struggling.
He edged himself towards the river, he needed to be careful, not because the longneck posed a threat but because he himself did not want to be caught in whatever the youngling was currently trapped in. The Utahraptor approached the edge of a muddy stream and using his senses, managed to discern where his target was. The little longneck was caught in a bog that threatened to engulf him.
No way out now, kid.
As if he had heard the fastbiter's thoughts, the longneck appeared to roll in the water and proceeded to float towards the other side, still managing to keep his head above the sticky sludge. It was as if the youngling was daring the predator to follow.
The green fast biter smirked at this gesture.
Oh I don't think so.
He was large for his kind, and that proved to be crucial here. Using his mighty forelegs, he jumped across the stream, maintaining his balance and landing perfectly on the other side right in front of the young longneck.
"Ahhhh!"
The green fastbiter only watched with mild amusement as his target struggled to free himself from the muck that significantly impaired his mobility.
Then again, what mobility? Longnecks barely have any as it is
The small creature managed to lift himself onto the bank and try to run, only for him to fall flat on his face and right in front of the fastbiter, who peered down at him in with a mixture of curiosity and bemusement.
"Dad! Dad, help!"
The longneck coughed after attempting to yell. The gunk from the bog made him gag, and the sludge on his face made it difficult to see. But even with those limitations it was obvious that the youngling knew his likely fate. There was no one to save him now.
"Oh daddy isn't coming. At least, not yet," the Utahraptor said with a grin.
"You…" The longneck coughed again, "You can speak?!"
The fastbiter chuckled, displaying his sharp pointed claws on the end of his feet.
"How droll. But of course I can speak, young one. How else would I be able to convey what I am about to tell you?"
He gazed up at the heavens, stars starting to twinkle within the last light of the twilight.
"Shame about the others. They won't be here to witness such a glorious occasion. But no matter. I can always start with you. In fact, I think it would be fitting."
The longneck cowered assuming that he was about to be eaten. His eyes conveyed only mindless fear.
The green fast biter observed the smaller dinosaur. A dinosaur he once normally considered just an appetizer to a far bigger meal. How his perspective had changed since then. Much had evolved as the years had gone by. Longnecks were always strong creatures, but even a hatchling would not be able to muster much courage in the face of a fully grown sharptooth. Even as he looked down upon this morsel, he felt a twinge of sympathy. After all he knew the plight of leaf eaters better than most of his species. Something that a couple of mysterious rainbow faces had seen to long ago.
The young longneck's trembling became more subdued as recognition again registered in his eyes. The fear-numbness had finally abated. Now only confusion remained. Confusion and more than a bit of curiosity.
Ha! Reminds me of a certain longneck from a long time ago…
"Good, it seems you've managed to control your fear. We sharpteeth can practically smell it...moving on. If you think a sharptooth talking leaf eater is odd then let me tell you a tale. A story that happened many years past…"
"A story?" The longneck was not processing what he was hearing.
Another laugh emanated from the sharptooth.
"You remind me a lot of myself back in the past, kid," he said with a slightly unnerving toothy grin. "Unsure...running away from what you should do...So how about I tell you how I overcame that? After all if you want to become better at avoiding becoming dinner then perhaps you should listen to…"
Don't give too much away. Not just yet.
"Anyway, shall we begin?"
The longneck looked unsure, as the mud began to dry on his skin. But eventually his curiosity overpowered his fear and he gave a weak nod. It wasn't like he had much of a choice.
Clearing his throat, the sharptooth started to speak in a dry tone.
"It all began many cold times ago…"
_______________________________________________________________________
Well, what do you guys think? Let us know with a review or two! We'd love some feedback!
There will be more yet to come!
Can't wait to hear what you all think.