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Closed Prehistoric Pokemon

President Michael Wilson

President Michael Wilson

Tildes are the work of the devil
It was a bright, crisp day. The sun shone down on the land with but a few clouds company, but with a pleasant warmth to it. Fish swam in the bright clear waters of the river that ran along the edge, while small herbivores darted along near the edges of the trees, nibbling on the fare. In the middle of the grassland stood a herd of massive beasts, each tall and large enough to leave a swath of destruction through the forest if they so desired. Three great horns adorned their heads with shields over their necks... And yet these behemoths spent their time working on the grass.

From one side of the forest, a group of creatures appeared. Each was small and lithe, on their own no threat. But there was many of them in this group, and several of the horned beasts kept an eye on the newcomers. There was a smell of blood in the air around them- Obviously they had recently feasted. Instead of further agitating the horned ones that were edging closer to one another, the pack of hunters stood by the river and most bent down to drink, while a few stood sentry. Around the whole pack was a clutter of noisy garbles and cries as they communicated amongst themselves.

High above in the air, several winged beasts surveyed the whole scene. They were not hunters- They were merely the clean up crew, those who went to feed on the flesh of the dead. They had gathered here because there was a faint roar in the distance missed by all save their acute hearing- A low, deep rumble of a roar that carried hints of foreboding, whose source originated somewhere very deep within the trees.
 
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In the middle of the river, a small trilobite creature sat perched on a rock underwater, watching the fish swimming by. Len, the Anorith, waited for the perfect opportunity, then with a lunge and quick burst of speed, he struck, grasping onto one of the fish and stabbing it repeatedly with his claws. A small puff of red surrounded him as the fish fell limp in his grasp. Perfect.. food.. he thought, as he settled back down onto the river floor to eat his catch.
 
On a tree, a crab-like creature was scuttling upwards. It dug its small legs into the tree trunk, so it wouldn't fall off. This was a prehistoric Paras, who decided on the name Iris for herself.

Iris climbed onto a tree trunk. On the branches were tons of berries. She skewered one with her leg and nibbled on it.
 
A small, baby-blue creature poked its head out of its burrow, sniffing. Deciding that it was safe, she scurried away out of the forest and towards the river. After lapping up several mouthfuls of water, she turned her attention to finding food. There were many small fish in the water, but something bigger and brown swam past, close to the bottom. Probably wouldn't attack, but Kay wasn't a very good swimmer, which was bad news if it decided to attack.
Heading back into the safety of the trees, the small Nidoran went to one of her best places for food; a large berry bush. Standing up on her hind legs, Kay picked one off and started eating, listening for predators.
 
Lullay flitted around the pond where she had grown up. She was hungry, and hunting for some other small, tasty insects.

Even though they were edible, she ignored all the flies swarming around. They tasted awful, often like dung. Mosquitoes weren't all that great, either, but they were better than nothing. Bees tasted good, too, if they had been carrying any nectar for their honey and you pulled the stinger out first.

What she really craved most were berries, but she only ate those when she was absolutely sure no one else was around. Dragonflies weren't supposed to eat berries, and yet she still loved them.

Lullay often wondered why all the other dragonflies just couldn't understand that she was different from them. She didn't look too different in appearance. She was the same size, and a lot of dragonflies were colorful, so her bright green eyes and orange body didn't stick out. But she acted differently, what with her odd tastes in food and her unusual speed. She had grown her wings and learned to fly far ahead of the other dragonflies her age. She could even see things behind her.

And yet they still tried to squish that all out of her, make her slow and normal and boring.

She snatched a mosquito out of the air. It tasted dull and gritty, not at all like the fruits she had eaten. They had been very sweet and juicy, and they were so much larger than these tiny bugs she was forced to eat. They were more plentiful, too. An ideal food taken away from her.

She zoomed down to the pond's surface, looking at her reflection. Her eyes did bulge out abnormally and met in the middle to form a large mask over her face, but everyone ignored that. They didn't want to think of her as anything weirder than she was.

She dipped her legs into the water, watching as they made ripples outward. Lullay often did this, as it was very calming.

She wondered what would happen if she tried floating.

She was smart enough to not even try swimming. No dragonfly's legs were strong enough for that. But she was daring enough to just try floating there. That was a way that many died. They had flown too close to the surface and their wings had become waterlogged, and they were unable to fly up into the air so that they could breathe again. So they drowned.

Even now, she could see several bodies floating in the pond. She didn't know any of them, but it did creep her out.

But she still flew even lower and let her wings relax, allowing the water to carry her wherever it wanted to.

She stayed for a moment like that, and then flew up. Her wings seemed to just shed the water. She had always been a strong flier; her wings were much thicker than anyone else's. They ignored that, too, or atleast pretended to, because it was actually an asset and they were (in her mind) jealous.

She went back down again and let herself be carried away, watching the others from below and mulling things over.

((No, that 'carried away' thing does not mean she's dead.))
 
Nothing. Everything he had hunted had gotten away from him. Xhan flapped his huge wings, hovering for a second over the trees. Angrily, he soared to his 'den'. It was just a big rock that had been carved out by other creatures who wanted it for domain. Instead, they had been his lunch. That was the way of things, of course. He settled himself down, curling up in his den, and laying his head down, glared out at the world.
 
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The river was calm. A few fishes swam in the clean waters, oblivious to the dangers around them. What seemed like a small, brown rock on the bottom of the river eyed them with contempt. The kabuto had been waiting for quite a while, but none of the fishes were suitable prey. Most were too big for the shellfish pokemon, while the smaller ones were either too fast or too far away to catch. But the kabuto was patient. She knew that an opportunity would come, sooner or later.

Then, a small silver fish swam by and stopped right in front of the kabuto as if waiting to be eaten. A perfect opportunity... The kabuto darted up with a sudden burst of speed, its claws outstretched, reaching for the unsuspecting fish.

All of a sudden, there was chaos. There were flashes of silver and gray as fish darted away from the source of the commotion -- something had attacked. The silver fish the kabuto had intended to catch, too, slid out of the shellfish's sight and disappeared, escaping with the chaos. There was a small puff of red and a dead fish flopping somewhere down the river, being devoured by another creature, a strange bug-like things with many fins and sharp front claws. The kabuto sighed lightly and sank back to the bottom of the river, once again waiting patiently. There will be another prey. There will be another time.
 
A small, insect like creature popped out of the small bush it had been cowering in. He looked around, which was difficult considering his poor nincada eyesight. Konchu peeked around, seeking for further signs of giant creatures that might stomp on him accidentally. Seeing that they were all busy eating or drinking, he scurried off to find his own food. He spotted some large, round, tasty-looking leaves a few feet ahead of him. He once again turned to search for potential stompers or predators, then began peacefully eating.

As Konchu ate, he was continually checking out his surroundings. Being small, he could be only a couple of yards away from his home, and yet to him it would seem like a mile journey. Despite being what seemed nothing more than a dumb bug, Konchu liked observing the world around him. High in a tree, Konchu noticed something out of place. Or perhaps not out of place, it simply stood out from its surroundings. A bright orange creature with what looked like the outline of mushrooms on it's back was chowing on a bunch of good looking berries. It didn't look too much bigger than Konchu himself, so he couldn't have been too dangerous, could it? Besides, it might be beneficial too have a friend who could supply him with some tasty fungus. Konchu then made the decision to try and communicate with this creature, something he didn't often do. He enjoyed conversing with other nincada, anyone else was considered a stranger to him.

Konchu finished off the leaf he had been working on and latched one of his front claw-like appendages onto the bark of the tree. He pulled himself up, and began to scuttle up the tree. This was risky, he knew. When in this tree-climbing position, it would be difficult to look behind him for bug-eaters. But he was quick, what could possibly go wrong?
 
Kay nearly bolted when an insect of some kind nearly as big as herself scuttled by and up a tree. She was still hungry, even after eating berries. Eating too many of them would make her sick, she'd found. So that wasn't an option. It might be possible to kill the other creature, but that might get her injured, and then she was certainly going to die.
But then again, she would if she didn't eat enough. Berries alone wouldn't suffice in the long term. She scampered over to the tree it was now climbing. She could probably climb well enough to reach the Nincada, but fighting something while in a tree was a different matter entirely. In any case, maybe it had found food, which she could steal. It didn't look that dangerous, and she could always run away to her burrow if necessary. Her reasoning at this point wasn't making a huge amount of sense, but she was hungry.
Digging her tiny claws into the bark, she starting following it up the tree, but hesitated once she realized that there was another creature in the tree. What she had thought was some sort of mushroom appeared to be another insect-like creature. It was much bigger than herself and the Nincada put together. Dangerous, unless it was an herbivore.
 
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Konchu was tiring, he hadn't made a climb like this in a long time. As he reached the branch the fellow insect-like creature was on, he collapsed and tried to regain his strength. A thought suddenly occurred to Konchu, what if he couldn't communicate with the creature? It was too late now, it had surely noticed him by now, and even if hadn't the noise made by scurrying back down would certainly attract attention. Oh well, might as well try. Konchu stepped over and spoke in that mysterious insect language that could roughly be translated as "Hiya, what's your name?"
 
Rik stuck his scaly head out of his burrow, squinting in the light.

Sandshrew usually were nocturnal, but Rik was so hungry. Waddling away from his burrow, the Sandshrew rooted around in the dry ground, searching.

After several minutes, Rik lifted a wriggling worm out of the ground and swalllowed it whole. Licking the area around his mouth, Rik returned to his hole, curling up and trying to get back to sleep.
 
[just because I haven't addressed your character in this post does not mean you have been ignored

The velociraptor pack made no moves from its position near the water, and several were still taking drinks or snatching out fish from the river. One raptor near the fringes of the pack was laying down on the ground resting, watching the water with intrest. Sudden bursts of activity drew the raptor's attention. A strange insectoid creature rushed forward to capture a fish on its own, while a rock seemingly jumped in the water. With a curious eye on the creatures, the Velociraptor stalked forward, separating itself from the rest of the pack.

In the tree in which the insects crawled, a small dinosaur slept in the branches. This was a much smaller cousin of the raptors on the ground, and its rich and vibrant plumage gave it the illusion of being a bird. It would have remained asleep in the tree, had not a sudden burst of sound occurred. The microraptor woke from its slumber and turned its head towards the source of the noise, hunger in its eyes.

Loud blares of anger came from the Triceratops herd as the Aerodactyl flew overhead. Such creatures had stolen more than one hatchling, and its appearance in the sky put all of the beasts in the herd on edge. As the cacophony grew, most of the velociraptors sensed danger and rushed to the other side of the river. A few bold individuals scattered out, noses to the ground, looking for disturbed prey items or, in the best case scenario, an infant who might be seperated from its parents in the chaos.
 
Reptilian feet suddenly crashed into the water, once again scaring away the fish. For a split second, there was utter chaos under water as the velociraptors scrambled across the river, their wicked, clawed feet kicking up rocks and dust. The kabuto did her best to stay inconspicuous as she slunk further into her shell to protect her fragile underbelly from being kicked by the raptors.

The splashing soon stopped as the velociraptors left, but the river was now murky and brown from the dust they stirred up. In the confusion, the kabuto had been dislodged from her original hiding spot on the side of the river and had been washed to the center. Shafts of light filtered through the waters, and the kabuto carefully looked out from beneath her shell, her large red eyes glowing in the murky waters.

The river had started to calm down now, the dust slowly settling to the bottom and the fish swimming back. The kabuto studied her surrounding carefully, looking for any possible dangers. There seemed to be none, so she slowly relaxed, her small insect-like claws extending out from under her shell. Then, the shellfish spotted something strange straight in front of her -- it did not look like a fish, for there were small, white fins tipped in red sticking out from the sides of its body. Its head was flat, its two round eyes protruding from the sides. It had two sharp claws, and it seemed to be nibbling on something it was holding with the claws -- something silvery. The kabuto slunk deeper into her shell, now looking at the creature with the small black eyes on top of its shell.

Because she was so focused on the strange creature, the kabuto did not notice a strange shadow casting over the river, the shadow of a velociraptor.
 
Iris cowered under the leaves on the trees. She heard something stir in the trees. She dashed away, hiding herself in more leaves and foilage in the backs of the treetops.
 
Konchu's slow eyes quickly lost track of the orange creature. Whether he had startled him to the point where he fell off the tree, or he had scampered through the leaves he didn't know. Shrugging (or as close as a bug can get to a shrug), he sat down by the berries the mushroom insect had been eating and began to feast himself. He had never finished his leafy meal, and was starving at this point. He completely preoccupied himself with his meal, leaving the rest of the world around him unnoticed.
 
Xhan's eyes snapped open. Ugh, friggin' Triceratops had to eb so loud. Well, a meal was a meal. He took flight again, and went to the dinosaurs, circling them to find a hatchling.

He found one. He dove down, shrieking, and pulled up, snatching the hatchling up in his talons. He returned to his den, and ate. He could still hear the moans of protest from the Triceratops.
 
Kay looked around in fear. There were dinosaurs, predators much larger than herself running past, very nearby. She started to climb again. Eyes glinted at hr from above. A bird? No.. another predator.
Silent, so as she wouldn't be noticed, she started to climb down. She had to get to her burrow. It was safe there. She could hide-
The bark under her back feet crumbled into pieces, sending her tumbling down to the ground. She landed hard, squealing. Her back leg, something had happened, it was injured, maybe, it hurt..
She half ran, half-hopped swiftly to the safety of her burrow and crawled deep inside, until she was almost positive that no velociraptors could reach her before turning her attention to the leg. It was bleeding. Would that draw them towards her? It didn't matter, she was here, hopefully safe. Kay began licking the blood off the scrape on her leg, waiting for the dinosaurs to go away.
 
A small rock lay stuck to the bottom of the river near the shore, not intent on moving. Wait a minute... rocks don't have brains! But this one did. Or at least, it wasn't a rock. It was a fully-grown Kabuto, dangerously armoured and equipped with four hook-like claws. Sabreclaw shifted slightly with the current of the river, not wanting to seem too dead. Her blood-colored, beady eyes were under her brown shell, so it was hard for her to see in front of her. For now, she just stared down at the stones below her, the inanimate objects that she was doomed to mimic for her entire life that was to be hundreds of years long.

As a surprising rush of water passed over her insensitive ears, she was startled, temporarily knocked over by a powerful force. Something was above her, and Sabreclaw could only desperately hope that it wasn't a predator that would eat her soft black body that was cowering inside the shell. She was relieved to know that it didn't have sharp teeth, whatever it was -- she could hardly see, with her bad eyes and the blur of the river's surface combined. Curious to get a closer look, she slowly climbed a bit closer to the bank, eventually just poking out of the water.

Sabreclaw was angry at herself. A plant had swept over the surface. How stupid could she get? Mumbling to herself in her mind, she retreated into the water to continue resting.
 
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[Edit your post darksong. For one thing I didn't say there was a Bastiodon there isn't. Also, this takes place millions of years before humans, so your Kabuto know species names anyway.

Also- Treat dinosaurs as you would other characters. Don't autohit or autokill or anything. I'll let it by this time yoshi but don't do it anymore. Kay?]
 
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