Terrible Queen?

[Anemone]

The Tyrannosaurus paced back and forth next to the still, shallow jungle stream, her head held confidently high. She was out in the open, yes, but she was young and strong. Grizelda raised her head higher and lifted her step. Nothing could bring her down. Not this dinosaur. Not Grizelda.

Something rustled in the bushes. She hesitated a moment, listening, testing the scents in the air. She caught a faint whiff of some small creature--too small to make a meal of. The Tyrannosaurus shook her head and continued to pace, waiting for something worth hunting to come into her territory.

[Dakota]

Yellowspot was walking through the Rainy Baison.
He had been seperated from his convoy the day
before and now he was lost, and most likley headed
in the wrong direction.

He walked out of the bushes, and what he saw made his heart stop.

A Tyrannosaurus. One of the most feared creatures on Dinotopia, right there in front of him.
He screamed in terror, and hid in the bushes.
He could see it bending down, looking for him.
This looked like the end.

[Anemone]

Grizelda turned in the direction of the shrill scream and bent low, searching for the screamer's scent. She stopped before a clump of ferns and tore it apart. The space was empty, with not even the smallest prey to be found. She closed her eyes and sniffed the air again, testing. There was the faint scent of... something.

Grizelda opened her eyes, lit up by the lust of the hunt. She had her prey. Stretching her tail out behind her, she stalked into the forest, following the faint trail towards her next meal.

[seekeroftales]

With little success and failing hope, Hark Fasdiom and his Skybax mount, Brezzellia, were still searching off and on for Yellowspot. At the moment, they were descending through about twenty-five hundred feet, slowly gliding down from their point of zenith as the female Skybax rested her wings from the tiring climb she had finished executing just moments ago.

Settled uneasily about a mile to the north, the convoy Hark had been assigned to spot for was a small one and he was having to divide his attentions between checking ahead to warn of any approaching predators and his ongoing search for the lost dinofelis.

Oh, you silly young adventurer, the young man thought again, growing sadder every time he did so.

Hark always looked hard for the missing, but his eyesight was nothing compared with that of Brezzellia's, so he made a habit of restraining himself from wasting his efforts to make out anything below them unless she took him lower to see about any movements she detected.

They had ventured down to several low passes over Rainy Basin's canopy during the course of the late afternoon yesterday and so far today, but nothing was what they sought and no one who they were hoping. It would be time to give Yellowspot up as a victim of Rainy Basin shortly; the convoy was sympathetic to its lost member, but they needed to make some progress onward today. And they needed Hark and Brezzellia to safely do so.

Another half an hour. He's so young, Hark reasoned to himself. He closed his eyes and stroked Brezzellia's neck, his lips pressed thin with worry and a deeply brooding grief which he could feel rising within his heart.

As if in response, the Skybax suddenly gave voice to a carefully muted scry of alert. His eyes snapping open instantly, Hark felt his skymount increase the angle of her decent, picking up airspeed quickly. "Whatcha' got for me?" he asked her rhetorically, squinting his eyes through his goggles and scanning the forest below. She remained silent, knowing she was not expected to reply and unwilling to venture a guess anyway. Movement was a general thing unless there were sounds, smells and sights to go on.

Oh, please be Him!

But Brezzellia made a warbling sound deep in her throat as she circled a small clearing, still high above the canopy. In confirmation of her signal, he could see for himself that it was a Tyrannosaurus. She - he could tell by the size and shape - was just disappearing from the clearing, moving swiftly as though in or taking to pursuit . . . and in the direction of the stalled convoy.

Brezzellia made a short series of wildly varied sounds.

Hark groaned in dismay and repeated disbelievingly, "You thought you heard the cry of a dinofelis a minute ago? Well, why didn't you tell me then?" He waved his hand in an "onward-downward" motion and clicked his teeth. "Please dive to get ahead of her so we can find out if it's him she's chasing." He wasn't sure if he hoped it was Yellowspot or not.

His mount obeyed his request even as she explained apologetically that she hadn't been sure because of the wind curling over her crest and into her ears. "Never mind that now," Hark told her nervously. "I need to think about this." What could he do to help if it was Yellowspot? He could sacrifice himself . . .

[oviraptor]

suddenly he heard a tereble noise and he....................

[Korkoa]

I sniffed the air. A Human. I could smell him. And... A Tyranosaur! Great. I ran towards the Humans scent. As I neared it I called out a greeting in rough English. "Run fast! Tyranosaur! Run! I protect you!" After delivering my message, I made a 180, and ran towards the Rex, hoping to divert him from the Human.

OOC: He has a soft spot for helpless creatures.