Namine
Excaped. Alone. They are surely going to send something after us. Namine thought as she paced back and forth across the floor of her cave, thinking. Her claws made a sharp clicking sound every time they impackted the stone floor. The Northern area was usually cold and bare, with few creatures to be found. wether that was because of the cold or her she could not tell. She calculated that in a few days the prey in this area would be unable to sustane her and she would have to go hunting elsewhere. Darnit. Namine thought and swatted a stone away with her clawed foot. If I leave they will surely find me.
Fern
The first thing Fern remembered was a bright light. Scalding. Unnatural. And white-coated scientists looking at her, surrounding her from every side. She was young then. No, not too young. Not young enough to be natural. She remembered the scientists teaching her. helling her what her mission was. But they knew that there was something wrong with her. They knew she was too sweet for the misson. So they planned a nasty surprise. Nasty for everyone involved. Fern and the others. But then they set her out. Left her to do the thing she was ment to do.
Slate
Swooping. Twisting. Dodging. Spying. Slate was a hightly traned spy. Not ment to kill, Slate was simply a sentry. Ment to find and think while the others would do the dirty work. The killing. he was just ment to help. Tracking. Flapping. Hearing. Ordering. Slate was given in instict to stick near the larger dinos. Against his natural instint, overpowering it. He was just ment to help. They let Slate go near the time of Fern's depature, thinking that the two of them could help eliminate the excaped nineteen. But that was only a guess.
Excaped. Alone. They are surely going to send something after us. Namine thought as she paced back and forth across the floor of her cave, thinking. Her claws made a sharp clicking sound every time they impackted the stone floor. The Northern area was usually cold and bare, with few creatures to be found. wether that was because of the cold or her she could not tell. She calculated that in a few days the prey in this area would be unable to sustane her and she would have to go hunting elsewhere. Darnit. Namine thought and swatted a stone away with her clawed foot. If I leave they will surely find me.
Fern
The first thing Fern remembered was a bright light. Scalding. Unnatural. And white-coated scientists looking at her, surrounding her from every side. She was young then. No, not too young. Not young enough to be natural. She remembered the scientists teaching her. helling her what her mission was. But they knew that there was something wrong with her. They knew she was too sweet for the misson. So they planned a nasty surprise. Nasty for everyone involved. Fern and the others. But then they set her out. Left her to do the thing she was ment to do.
Slate
Swooping. Twisting. Dodging. Spying. Slate was a hightly traned spy. Not ment to kill, Slate was simply a sentry. Ment to find and think while the others would do the dirty work. The killing. he was just ment to help. Tracking. Flapping. Hearing. Ordering. Slate was given in instict to stick near the larger dinos. Against his natural instint, overpowering it. He was just ment to help. They let Slate go near the time of Fern's depature, thinking that the two of them could help eliminate the excaped nineteen. But that was only a guess.