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OOC: The RP is officially open again with me as the new GM. I will be playing Rat_lady7’s dinosona just long enough to take her “out of view” of the RP. For more info, please refer to
the discussion thread.)
Amy sighed in resignation as Anna, Ducky, and Cera apparently failed to hear or notice her. Feeling hungry, she decided to move on, heading in the direction of the Thundering Falls.
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Moving in the direction of Screech’s voice, Red Claw made his way over to the body of the leafeater the two fast biters were eating from. Thud stepped aside as the huge sharptooth approached, still limping slightly from the injury he had received last night. Screech, however, couldn’t be bothered as he continued to aggressively tear meat from the carcass.
Though Thud didn’t see and Screech didn’t look, Red Claw’s face was contorted with rage. Even with an army of fast biters at his side, he had lost to a bunch of leafeaters, and failed even to grab a bite of the flyer that had ruined his eyes.
Like Screech, Red Claw took out his anger on the dead dinosaur in front of him. Lunging forward with jaws agape, he tore a massive chunk of flesh from its side, throwing back his enormous head and swallowing it whole. Opening his jaws even wider, he took a second bite, this time shaking his head violently from side to side before gulping it down. As he ate, Red Claw imagined the sounds of flesh tearing and bones crunching accompanied by the screams of pain and terror of the dinosaurs who had wounded and humiliated him. He swore to himself that, whatever it took, he would make this fantasy real soon enough.
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Guido looked even more bewildered after hearing Nana, Daniel, and especially Sparky’s explanations of why they liked sharpteeth.
He turned to Pangaea and whispered, “Seriously, did she jump off a cliff when she first got here, too? And land on her head?”
“Uh, no,” Pangaea said, “she's always been like that, as far as I know.”
I guess now probably wouldn’t be the best time to mention that sharpteeth are some of my favorite dinosaurs, too, he thought humorously.
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“There, Strut!” Ozzy said, pointing. “Do you see what I see?”
“Um, a tall, treacherous cliff?” Strut asked.
“No, Mulch Mouth! Breakfast!” Ozzy and Strut had come to the edge of the forest, where a rugged, rocky bluff rose up before them. On an outcrop about twenty or thirty feet above their heads was a flyer’s nest full of eggs, with no parent in sight.
“All we have to do is climb it,” Ozzy said, rubbing his hands together in anticipation.
“Oh no, not me!” Strut protested. “You can have all the eggs; I’m staying down here.”
“Well, if you’re going to be that way…” Ozzy grumbled, “at least give me a boost up.” He shoved Strut forward to the base of the cliff.
“Huh?” Strut said, confused. “What areóOOF!” He staggered as Ozzy stepped onto his back.
“Hold still!” Ozzy scolded. “I need to reach this first handhold…” He reached for a large rock protruding from the side of the cliff.
“I didn’t know you were so heavy!” Strut complained. Straining beneath Ozzy’s weight, he began teetering from side to side.
“I said, hold still!” Ozzy hollered.
“I can’t help it,” Strut moaned …I think I ate too much of that fruit; I’m feeling dizzy.”
“You were hatched dizzy!” Ozzy snapped. “Now don’t move! I’ve almost got it…” He stretched for the rock, but it was just out of his reach.
“Shells!” Ozzy cursed. “I need to get higher…”
“How are you going toóOW!” Strut was cut off again as Ozzy moved one foot onto his head.
“Almost got it…” Ozzy said. “Just keep your head steady…”
Reaching once more for the rock, Ozzy finally grasped it. He planted one foot against the wall and pushed off from Strut’s head with the other (a distinctly uncomfortable experience for the other egg stealer, who collapsed dazedly to the ground afterwards). This gave him enough of a boost to grab the rock with both hands, allowing him to pull himself further up the cliff.
“I made it!” Ozzy shouted triumphantly. He glanced back down the cliff. “You see, Strut? That’s why we stick together: teamwork!”
“Right…” Strut muttered weakly.
