Post by Kron on Feb 26, 2020 1:02:16 GMT
(February 11th, open to all animal Cursed Thorns, in the Outlands but technically right on the edge of the tree line of the Indian Jungle. Early evening.)
Mottled ivy-colored eyes glittered out from under the prominent brows, much like the stars just beginning to appear overhead. The iguanadon’s cliff-like face was as harsh and unrevealing as ever. His weight lolloped forward and back, steady waves of muscle under thick skin, while he paced.
The light was dying, but the herbivore could see, and so would any of these troops worth his time. Night vision was a trait of survivors. Kron’s stare deepened. Hopefully, out of the shapes of Cursed Thorns emerging from the tree line, the majority would be survivors.
It was what he intended to find out.
The muted noise of his Herd, rumbling, shuffling, lowing, came from somewhere along the horizon to the East. That was where he’d left them. Leading dinosaurs who were used to being on the move to stay in a holding pattern was difficult enough even with Bruton’s aid. Testing the strength of bedraggled little animals who probably weren’t worth the effort to kick out from under his feet was even more so.
Kron could handle it.
What could they handle?
If they were anything like the four-legged feline creatures who were giving him orders, offering him new Nesting Grounds, in exchange for things like this...well. He’d watch and see.
“Listen up!” The dusty reptile barked. The reddish folds of skin crinkled around his snout’s horn in a disdainful sneer. “Winning takes endurance. It takes strength. The kind of strength that looks death in the teeth, puts it’s head down, and gets on with it. I’ve heard that a few of you, on an ambush trip, may have already proven that strength.”
The Iguanodon reared up to his towering height, glowered each of the gathering animals in the eye, and then snorted. “But not to me.” Kron’s mouth quirked into a cruel smile closer to a smirk. He jerked his chin toward the distant Pridelands. “Today you’ll each prove to me you’re worth my time. And Scar’s. If you can’t...there are different kinds of thorns waiting for you.”
Mottled ivy-colored eyes glittered out from under the prominent brows, much like the stars just beginning to appear overhead. The iguanadon’s cliff-like face was as harsh and unrevealing as ever. His weight lolloped forward and back, steady waves of muscle under thick skin, while he paced.
The light was dying, but the herbivore could see, and so would any of these troops worth his time. Night vision was a trait of survivors. Kron’s stare deepened. Hopefully, out of the shapes of Cursed Thorns emerging from the tree line, the majority would be survivors.
It was what he intended to find out.
The muted noise of his Herd, rumbling, shuffling, lowing, came from somewhere along the horizon to the East. That was where he’d left them. Leading dinosaurs who were used to being on the move to stay in a holding pattern was difficult enough even with Bruton’s aid. Testing the strength of bedraggled little animals who probably weren’t worth the effort to kick out from under his feet was even more so.
Kron could handle it.
What could they handle?
If they were anything like the four-legged feline creatures who were giving him orders, offering him new Nesting Grounds, in exchange for things like this...well. He’d watch and see.
“Listen up!” The dusty reptile barked. The reddish folds of skin crinkled around his snout’s horn in a disdainful sneer. “Winning takes endurance. It takes strength. The kind of strength that looks death in the teeth, puts it’s head down, and gets on with it. I’ve heard that a few of you, on an ambush trip, may have already proven that strength.”
The Iguanodon reared up to his towering height, glowered each of the gathering animals in the eye, and then snorted. “But not to me.” Kron’s mouth quirked into a cruel smile closer to a smirk. He jerked his chin toward the distant Pridelands. “Today you’ll each prove to me you’re worth my time. And Scar’s. If you can’t...there are different kinds of thorns waiting for you.”