HeichouLevi wrote:Makunga followed Milly towards the feeding area, spotting a good pile of meat. He wanted to charge in and feast, but held back. Looking to Milly, he said gently, "You go first. I can wait."
Crosshairs had seen the baby triceratops waddling towards Lockjaw and knew the older male would probably want to take that one on himself. Spotting the other, he charged out of hiding after it. The herd bellowed in panic as the young raptor charged the baby as it tried desperately to get back to the rapidly retreating herd. With a hiss and a snarl, he cut off the youngster and pounced on it's back.
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Lockjaw
Velociraptor
Loner
Age: Adult (approximately 5 years)
Feeling: Irritated and eager for the hunt
Crush/ Mate/ Offspring: None
Tags: Crosshairs
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Immediately, Crosshairs had streaked out there after the herd - jaws wide and claws outstretched. Before long, to the younger raptor's credit, he had his claws and teeth burrowed into a baby triceratops's back. Lockjaw bolted from his cover as soon as he'd summoned Crosshairs, and was doing the same as his hunting partner: Lockjaw had his jaws around the triceratops that he had seen earlier. The older raptor began to crush the youngster's windpipe, and even though it wailed feebly and called out for its mother and the rest of the herd, Lockjaw knew as well as it did that it was a goner.
Lockjaw looked up from the dying triceratops with blood splattered all across his face, plastering it, and wondered how Crosshairs was faring with his food. Unfortunately, the green-hued male didn't realize that, while the rest of the herd was thundering off, the mother of the triceratops Crosshairs was attacking was just nearby. And she looked fierce, they way she pawed the ground with her stumpy legs and lowered her horn-riddled head toward the velociraptor, who was struggling with his prey.
Ugh, dammit! If I don't do something he'll get skewered! Lockjaw thought with an angry hiss.
Letting out a bellowing roar, Lockjaw rushed forward, leaping over his kill as he bolted to intercept the triceratops from Crosshair's path. The needle-like spines atop the back of his head prickled, and the pupils in his orange-red eyes were mere slits as Lockjaw ran, utterly terrified for the loyal green-hued raptor that had taken to him.
What am I doing? The male thought as, with a hissing snarl, he leaped onto the mother triceratops' back. At this rate we'll both be dead!