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Blue Raptor said:
“The king will be organizing another hunt soon then,” Isla commented, looking back to where the majority of the thunder was congregated. “I’d rather be here for that.”
“You don’t even know if you’re gonna be picked for the hunt,” Arran pointed out.

Isla drew back her head proudly, frowning at her brother. “I’ve been picked twice. Who’s to say he won’t pick me again?”
Arran shrugged, unwilling to put up a verbal fight with his sharp-tongued sister.
“Aren’t you excited to go on your first hunt?” The brown tyrant asked, nudging Cragan with his hip in good nature. “You just gotta put on a little more weight, prove yourself in a fight or two, and you’re set.” He grinned.
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Cragan sighed. "Yeah." He had been working and fighting all his life all so he could experience the excitement of a hunt. But he still wasn't strong enough... Strength was important, of course. Tri-horns were dangerous prey, not like the smaller prey many young Tyrants chose. But when would he be strong enough?
Blue Raptor said:
@Chicken_Obsesser @Lovely Lettie
Last couple! :)

Sapphire
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Rocky
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(Sapphire is so pretty! And Rocky has a fun pattern.)
 
Blue Raptor said:
@Cheekychook12 @Lacy Duckwing @Pampered chicken girl @Chicken poppy

I want to draw your guy’s characters for fun (Sorry if they’re not totally accurate :oops:). I’ll probably do more in the future. :)

Arbor
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Tait
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Evangeline
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Petra
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Rue
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And then I also drew Maelstrom
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These look awesome! I’m fine with the ones you drew of mine to the the canon drawings
 
Amer said:
Cragan sighed. "Yeah." He had been working and fighting all his life all so he could experience the excitement of a hunt. But he still wasn't strong enough... Strength was important, of course. Tri-horns were dangerous prey, not like the smaller prey many young Tyrants chose. But when would he be strong enough?
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Arran’s expression softened. “Cmon, let’s go find somethin’ to eat. I could use a bite too. You coming Isla?”
The red tyrant shook her head, and Arran shrugged. “Suit yourself.”
He turned to leave with Cragan. “So what’re you in the mood to hunt for?”
 
Rocky yawned as he trudged down the mountain he was hungry as he had just woken up from a long night sleep, he saw a little river in the distance he made his way over hoping to find something to munch on "Ugh nothing as usual" he muttered.
He bent his head down and took a long slurp of water and let out a deep sigh, he spotted crustacean crawling out of a crevice, he pounced and crunched it up, he set off back up the mountain.
(If any of y'all want your characters to meet up with rocky let me know, I haven't rped much before so I'm kinda new to this lol)
 
@Somewhere_In_The_Clouds @Amer @Chicken_Obsesser @Lacy Duckwing @Pampered chicken girl
(Any of your characters can to with this, especially your king Clouds :))

Some might’ve thought the dark mottled green object drifting quietly through the deep swamp was just a log, but there was no mistaking the large sail protruding from the still waters.
Malicious yellow eyes peeped up from just above the water’s surface, gleaming as they tracked the creatures on the nearby shore.

The swamp belonged to him, how dare any prey-eaters move in and act like they owned the place?
They hadn’t come to this part of the swamp—the one he liked the best—much. But he had pardoned them for a while. He was still very young when he’d first noticed them, and he hadn’t seen them much when he’d begun to strengthen, but now they were back more than ever, and Maelstrom couldn’t let that slide.

He swam ever so carefully, ever so quietly, to the shore of the pond, bunching up his hind legs as the slope drifted upwards.
His prey didn’t notice his sail, his beautiful curved sail, until it was too late.
The tyrant, probably just under 15 years of age, was startled to notice the thick branch sticking out of the water wasn’t a branch at all as it burst out of the water with the toothy maw of a scourge attached to it.

Maelstrom snapped his jaws around the neck of a tyrant like a flash of lightning and proceeded to use his hooked talons to claw the intruder.
He repositioned his bite several times as the tyrant fought, making sure that his prey couldn’t escape, and soon the thrashes of the prey-hunter went still.
Maelstrom looked up, yellow eyes gleaming with satisfaction, at the shocked expressions of the intruder’s counterparts.
He snarled, letting them know that this was his swamp and that they weren’t welcome.

And then before they could recover from their shock, he splashed into the pond, sending a wave out before him, and disappeared under the murky waters, sail and all.
 
Lovely Lettie said:
Rocky yawned as he trudged down the mountain he was hungry as he had just woken up from a long night sleep, he saw a little river in the distance he made his way over hoping to find something to munch on "Ugh nothing as usual" he muttered.
He bent his head down and took a long slurp of water and let out a deep sigh, he spotted crustacean crawling out of a crevice, he pounced and crunched it up, he set off back up the mountain.
(If any of y'all want your characters to meet up with rocky let me know, I haven't rped much before so I'm kinda new to this lol)
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@Amer @Cheekychook12 @Lacy Duckwing @Chicken poppy
? :)
 
Blue Raptor said:
@Somewhere_In_The_Clouds @Amer @Chicken_Obsesser @Lacy Duckwing @Pampered chicken girl
(Any of your characters can to with this, especially your king Clouds :))

Some might’ve thought the dark mottled green object drifting quietly through the deep swamp was just a log, but there was no mistaking the large sail protruding from the still waters.
Malicious yellow eyes peeped up from just above the water’s surface, gleaming as they tracked the creatures on the nearby shore.

The swamp belonged to him, how dare any prey-eaters move in and act like they owned the place?
They hadn’t come to this part of the swamp—the one he liked the best—much. But he had pardoned them for a while. He was still very young when he’d first noticed them, and he hadn’t seen them much when he’d begun to strengthen, but now they were back more than ever, and Maelstrom couldn’t let that slide.

He swam ever so carefully, ever so quietly, to the shore of the pond, bunching up his hind legs as the slope drifted upwards.
His prey didn’t notice his sail, his beautiful curved sail, until it was too late.
The tyrant, probably just under 15 years of age, was startled to notice the thick branch sticking out of the water wasn’t a branch at all as it burst out of the water with the toothy maw of a scourge attached to it.

Maelstrom snapped his jaws around the neck of a tyrant like a flash of lightning and proceeded to use his hooked talons to claw the intruder.
He repositioned his bite several times as the tyrant fought, making sure that his prey couldn’t escape, and soon the thrashes of the prey-hunter went still.
Maelstrom looked up, yellow eyes gleaming with satisfaction, at the shocked expressions of the intruder’s counterparts.
He snarled, letting them know that this was his swamp and that they weren’t welcome.

And then before they could recover from their shock, he splashed into the pond, sending a wave out before him, and disappeared under the murky waters, sail and all.
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Nox stood slightly apart from his thunder. Something in a small puddle to his left caught his attention and his mind strayed as he gazed down.

The moment of inattention was shattered by a commotion near the pond's shore behind him. He snapped his head around and the scene that greeted him caused him to go numb.

No! Nox spun round and raced forward, towards a scourge. A scourge that held one of the younger tyrant in it's jaws. No, no, no! The rest of the tyrants stood by in shock. He pushed harder but the distance to the pond was too far and this scourge was efficient... and gone by the time he arrived.


(ayy, goodnight 🫣)
 
Blue Raptor said:
Arran’s expression softened. “Cmon, let’s go find somethin’ to eat. I could use a bite too. You coming Isla?”
The red tyrant shook her head, and Arran shrugged. “Suit yourself.”
He turned to leave with Cragan. “So what’re you in the mood to hunt for?”
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Cragan grinned and chuckled. "Well, I figure... whatever crosses my path." It was the nature of hunting. Cragan preferred the flavor of some dinosaurs over others, of course. But dinosaurs didn't exactly have the dino equivalent of a supermarket. A lot of hunting came down to luck.
 

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