02-25-2021, 11:12 PM
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[sup]© tikki[/sup]I CAN SMELL YOUR SCENT FOR MILES
He had been alone in the wild for a long time though it hadn't started out like that. He had had a pack, a while ago. Back then he had been more social, proud of the family he led. But now. There was none of that. His pack had been decimated. Caught up in a war that they had nothing to do with. It had hardened him and he had grown to understand how unfair the world really was. The large reptilian didn't care about others, just himself. Hunting and terrorizing those that came too close to his territory had become his main solitary goals. But after three years of living like that he had decided to advance out further though what he was seeking he didn't know. Nor did he think much about it. Mayhaps it was a change of scenery. Perhaps his final end. Who knew. It was this movement that brought him to a desert terrain but not on purpose.
He was chasing something, his large steps sinking into the sands. But he just corrected his weight with outstretched claws. The long talons looked as dangerous as they were and a vicious roar left his jaws, sending a spray of spittle into the air. The terrified deer was not used to such terrain and made a terrible mistake of trying to sharply turn. Large teeth snapped on the back of the prey he had been chasing, excitement burning in lava orange eyes as he shook the creature harshly before slamming it against the sands ground. One foot pressed against the deer to hold it down before teeth tore at a throat and the sounds ended. There was nothing but silences and the image of blood soaking into sand. He tore at his meal, sickle like claws pressed against the ground.
He was chasing something, his large steps sinking into the sands. But he just corrected his weight with outstretched claws. The long talons looked as dangerous as they were and a vicious roar left his jaws, sending a spray of spittle into the air. The terrified deer was not used to such terrain and made a terrible mistake of trying to sharply turn. Large teeth snapped on the back of the prey he had been chasing, excitement burning in lava orange eyes as he shook the creature harshly before slamming it against the sands ground. One foot pressed against the deer to hold it down before teeth tore at a throat and the sounds ended. There was nothing but silences and the image of blood soaking into sand. He tore at his meal, sickle like claws pressed against the ground.
SERPENTINE - 6 YEARS - UTAHRAPTOR