Post by thundertail on May 2, 2011 20:43:59 GMT -5
SAVAGE ENLIGHTENMENT
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Synopsis, May 1, 9900 B.C. :
The mists of time has cleared away the cold, and the world begins to rejoice. Life begins anew, and flourishes everywhere. Species from all over, hampered by the ice, traverse great distances that were to them impossible. Sent by wind and wave they go, and many perish from the journey; but a tiny few find themselves on a tiny island unknown to sentient beings. These wayfaring waifs find the strange land filled with creatures that boggle their limited sensibilities, but learn to cope with their danger; and soon find peaceful treaties with them. As soon as trust is established, they find these creatures have an intelligence to match their size, and peaceful intent to match; and use their strength to help these early Homo Sapiens build a life of their own there, in happy symbiosis with their dinosaur hosts. But in this land all is not peace, for there are certain species that do not adhere to the peaceful ways of the others; and danger from these creatures is a constant occurrence. Treaties with these monsters are not fully set, and their territories crisscross this tiny island. The humans find it difficult to cope with these throwbacks of civilization; and many perish in their hungry jaws. At an agreement with the peaceful ones, they are driven back into isolated pockets of territory; and are made to agree to stay there if others do not go there. But still there are those among them that wish for a better way, a way that would make them one with the rest. These are the ones who possess a savage enlightenment…
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IC: Slowfoot and Digger, somewhere in the Rainy Basin.
“By the Deities…!”, Slowfoot exclaimed as he stepped into the familiar area that was his and his mate’s nesting ground. “What on earth happened here…?”, he looked around the trampled and torn apart patch of jungle, none of the terrain looked familiar to him, but it HAD to be the place!
Slowfoot hooted and yipped for his mate, a sound that Lomasi never failed to answer to, but this time no echo of his call was heard! He scanned the underbrush, using both eyes and nose to flush her out; and his nose told him she was here not too long ago, but his eyes could not find her! Frantically he searched every tuft of bush and every strand of glade, but his loved one was nowhere to be found! He called and hooted, ever faster scampering over the uneven terrain; too lost in confusion to remember that this ground used to be smooth in most places, but was transformed into rilliness and disarray.
Slowfoot stopped at the place where her smell was the strongest, the nest they both spent the better part of two days making; but it was nothing but scattered grasses and seges, and worst of all there were no eggs! he smelled the distinct odor of Didelphodon in the area, and suspected those little vermin had robbed him and his mate of their next generation - and they would certainly pay for that! There was also another smell there, musky as well as intimidating; but the owner of the odor had not been there for a long time. He reasoned that his mate had gone off to kill those that stole their eggs, and slowly walked around until he found her odor gradually getting stronger. Surely Lomasi was returning, but as soon as he hopped on a fallen log he saw the ghastliest sight he had ever saw as he looked down; for her bloody hand was all that was left of her on the grass, and he let out a soft whining moan that rose in pitch and volume as his mind boiled in agony!
“I will kill those who did this…!”, Slowfoot screamed in rage at the wind, and shambled around the area, looking for any life form at all to take it out on. “Where are you, stealer of my eggs?!…”, he thrashed at the thickets and shouted up in the trees. “Where are you, killer of my mate?!…”
In a rage Slowfoot searched around once more, this time covering a larger circle through the jungle; and this time the depressions in the earth became much clearer, for they turned out to be the footprints of something much larger. Through the scent each gave off he knew it was a Carcaradontosaur, a female of one of the largest species of killers that ever walked the earth; and then realized that it was she that ransacked their nesting grounds, and his instinct for survival kicked into high gear! The prints were from the morning by the strength of smell, and then he saw the whole picture; for his mate was no match for one such as that, and she perished trying to protect the eggs. With sadness he turned back, but then there was that Didelphodon smell again; and he followed that to a trampled out hole in the ground between a torn up tree and a small rock outcropping. He heard growling and mewling in there, and peeked inside to see nothing but darkness.
“I know you’re in there, egg stealer!…”, Slowfoot said menacingly. “Come out or I’ll dig you out!…”
“I can’t!”, came the growling reply.
“Or you’ll be eaten, like you deserve?”, he inquired with acid.
“No, I’m stuck in here!”, came the retort. “That clod came tramping about and caved in my burrow.”, Slowfoot heard struggling. “So dig me out and do as you may!”
“Did you steal my eggs?”, Slowfoot asked.
“I wanted to, but that brute beat me to it.”, the Didelphodon told him. “I came out and the monster chased me here… (Oof!)… She pulled up my tree, and I think my leg’s broke!”
Slowfoot grunted because the creature was relatively innocent. “Hang on, I’m coming…”, he began to dig.
Nearly an hour later the pelt of the little mammal was seen, and further digging and tugging and the pint sized thief was free; but as Slowfoot examined him, he saw that only a muscle was torn through the bloody fur. “It’s only wounded…”, said he. The Troodont went near by and snapped off the curly tops of a few ferns, mashing it between his fingers as he came over; then spread the mash into the wound, which made the Didelphodon twinge in pain. “It will heal.”
“Thanks mister…”, the Didelphodon said, then became fearful. “You’re not going to eat me, are you?…”
“I guess not…”, Slowfoot said, then grunted. “What a wonderful day… I go out hunting, then come back and find my life ruined; and then I don’t have the heart to kill one of my mortal enemies!… What’s wrong with me!?…”
“You’re kind.”, said the tiny mammal. “Name’s Digger. What’s yours?”
“Slowfoot.”, said he. “How’s your day going?”
“About the same.”, Digger told him, licking at the wound in his left rear leg. “Only you hunted today, and I didn’t get the chance!”
“Well then, since you’re in no condition to do so… Wait right there!…”, Slowfoot scampered off. He came to a meandering stream to the west a few moments later, and he looked into the water until he saw a large fish swimming by. He deftly caught it in his jaws, flipped it on shore then stomped it dead; picked it back up and scampered back to the stricken egg stealer. “Here…”, he flipped it well within reach of Digger the out-of-luck Didelphodon…
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TAG: any and all!
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Synopsis, May 1, 9900 B.C. :
The mists of time has cleared away the cold, and the world begins to rejoice. Life begins anew, and flourishes everywhere. Species from all over, hampered by the ice, traverse great distances that were to them impossible. Sent by wind and wave they go, and many perish from the journey; but a tiny few find themselves on a tiny island unknown to sentient beings. These wayfaring waifs find the strange land filled with creatures that boggle their limited sensibilities, but learn to cope with their danger; and soon find peaceful treaties with them. As soon as trust is established, they find these creatures have an intelligence to match their size, and peaceful intent to match; and use their strength to help these early Homo Sapiens build a life of their own there, in happy symbiosis with their dinosaur hosts. But in this land all is not peace, for there are certain species that do not adhere to the peaceful ways of the others; and danger from these creatures is a constant occurrence. Treaties with these monsters are not fully set, and their territories crisscross this tiny island. The humans find it difficult to cope with these throwbacks of civilization; and many perish in their hungry jaws. At an agreement with the peaceful ones, they are driven back into isolated pockets of territory; and are made to agree to stay there if others do not go there. But still there are those among them that wish for a better way, a way that would make them one with the rest. These are the ones who possess a savage enlightenment…
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IC: Slowfoot and Digger, somewhere in the Rainy Basin.
“By the Deities…!”, Slowfoot exclaimed as he stepped into the familiar area that was his and his mate’s nesting ground. “What on earth happened here…?”, he looked around the trampled and torn apart patch of jungle, none of the terrain looked familiar to him, but it HAD to be the place!
Slowfoot hooted and yipped for his mate, a sound that Lomasi never failed to answer to, but this time no echo of his call was heard! He scanned the underbrush, using both eyes and nose to flush her out; and his nose told him she was here not too long ago, but his eyes could not find her! Frantically he searched every tuft of bush and every strand of glade, but his loved one was nowhere to be found! He called and hooted, ever faster scampering over the uneven terrain; too lost in confusion to remember that this ground used to be smooth in most places, but was transformed into rilliness and disarray.
Slowfoot stopped at the place where her smell was the strongest, the nest they both spent the better part of two days making; but it was nothing but scattered grasses and seges, and worst of all there were no eggs! he smelled the distinct odor of Didelphodon in the area, and suspected those little vermin had robbed him and his mate of their next generation - and they would certainly pay for that! There was also another smell there, musky as well as intimidating; but the owner of the odor had not been there for a long time. He reasoned that his mate had gone off to kill those that stole their eggs, and slowly walked around until he found her odor gradually getting stronger. Surely Lomasi was returning, but as soon as he hopped on a fallen log he saw the ghastliest sight he had ever saw as he looked down; for her bloody hand was all that was left of her on the grass, and he let out a soft whining moan that rose in pitch and volume as his mind boiled in agony!
“I will kill those who did this…!”, Slowfoot screamed in rage at the wind, and shambled around the area, looking for any life form at all to take it out on. “Where are you, stealer of my eggs?!…”, he thrashed at the thickets and shouted up in the trees. “Where are you, killer of my mate?!…”
In a rage Slowfoot searched around once more, this time covering a larger circle through the jungle; and this time the depressions in the earth became much clearer, for they turned out to be the footprints of something much larger. Through the scent each gave off he knew it was a Carcaradontosaur, a female of one of the largest species of killers that ever walked the earth; and then realized that it was she that ransacked their nesting grounds, and his instinct for survival kicked into high gear! The prints were from the morning by the strength of smell, and then he saw the whole picture; for his mate was no match for one such as that, and she perished trying to protect the eggs. With sadness he turned back, but then there was that Didelphodon smell again; and he followed that to a trampled out hole in the ground between a torn up tree and a small rock outcropping. He heard growling and mewling in there, and peeked inside to see nothing but darkness.
“I know you’re in there, egg stealer!…”, Slowfoot said menacingly. “Come out or I’ll dig you out!…”
“I can’t!”, came the growling reply.
“Or you’ll be eaten, like you deserve?”, he inquired with acid.
“No, I’m stuck in here!”, came the retort. “That clod came tramping about and caved in my burrow.”, Slowfoot heard struggling. “So dig me out and do as you may!”
“Did you steal my eggs?”, Slowfoot asked.
“I wanted to, but that brute beat me to it.”, the Didelphodon told him. “I came out and the monster chased me here… (Oof!)… She pulled up my tree, and I think my leg’s broke!”
Slowfoot grunted because the creature was relatively innocent. “Hang on, I’m coming…”, he began to dig.
Nearly an hour later the pelt of the little mammal was seen, and further digging and tugging and the pint sized thief was free; but as Slowfoot examined him, he saw that only a muscle was torn through the bloody fur. “It’s only wounded…”, said he. The Troodont went near by and snapped off the curly tops of a few ferns, mashing it between his fingers as he came over; then spread the mash into the wound, which made the Didelphodon twinge in pain. “It will heal.”
“Thanks mister…”, the Didelphodon said, then became fearful. “You’re not going to eat me, are you?…”
“I guess not…”, Slowfoot said, then grunted. “What a wonderful day… I go out hunting, then come back and find my life ruined; and then I don’t have the heart to kill one of my mortal enemies!… What’s wrong with me!?…”
“You’re kind.”, said the tiny mammal. “Name’s Digger. What’s yours?”
“Slowfoot.”, said he. “How’s your day going?”
“About the same.”, Digger told him, licking at the wound in his left rear leg. “Only you hunted today, and I didn’t get the chance!”
“Well then, since you’re in no condition to do so… Wait right there!…”, Slowfoot scampered off. He came to a meandering stream to the west a few moments later, and he looked into the water until he saw a large fish swimming by. He deftly caught it in his jaws, flipped it on shore then stomped it dead; picked it back up and scampered back to the stricken egg stealer. “Here…”, he flipped it well within reach of Digger the out-of-luck Didelphodon…
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TAG: any and all!
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