I hope you guys enjoy this little run. I don’t write stories very often, but the original series had one, so this one shall as well. The images will not go down the same exact way as the original and as such the story will not either and as such, the written version will be all new as well. So, without a further ado, hope you enjoy and more to come!
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The Silver light of the full moon slashed through the clouds onto the sandy surface below, illuminating the man knelt on one knee, inspecting the mark on the ground left by the scaly foot of the intruder who had come and gone earlier. Exactly how much earlier was what he sought to figure out as he studied the edges of the track. Eventually an impatient, skinny man in a white shirt and brown pants approached.
“Well Charles, you can get him right?!” He asked with a grumble.
The man on the ground beckoned for one of his associates, a man named Norman Gran, to come to him, “track is fresh, no sign of drying at all, I bet it hasn’t even been an hour since he left.”
Norman nodded but was cut off by the man in white, “Well?!”
“Mr. Starn, I think I can personally assure you, we’ll have him tonight.” He finally responded, turning to the man.
“Thank god, I’ve been asking you guys to catch them for over a month now Charles!” he responded, no less irritably than before despite hearing exactly what he wanted to hear.
Charles just paused, “Indeed.” He turned to Norman, “This fellow is a slippery one, I want to be off and after him as soon as possible, got get the others.” Norman nodded and ran off to get them.
“I don’t suppose I’ll be compensated for the damages I’ve suffered, will I?” Mr. Starn responded.
“I’m merely a government trapper my friend, I’m not the one to ask about that. My job is simply to find and capture, nothing more.” Charles responded before mounting a horse who’s brown coat matched Charles mostly leather outfit. “I can say this though, he won’t be costing you anymore, you and your livestock won’t have to worry about him and if I play my cards right, I might be able to get the female too.”
“Good.” He responded and walked off.
The Green and Tan Theropod known by the men as Celadon made about five miles or so from the farmland, the hunt had gone horrible wrong. Usually things went very smoothly, leap the fence, pounce a goat, be gone within five minutes. No trouble at all. Things didn’t go down that way tonight though, no, him getting away uninjured was about the only thing that went right.
The predator stopped to catch its breath. It took a few deep breaths, head down and it closed its eyes, allowing the cool night air to fill his lungs. His body relaxing and the quiet night atmosphere calming the whole situation. Nothing around but the quiet rhythmic sound of breathing in and out in unison with the repeating chirping of crickets. Feet turning slightly in the sand, ordinarily the desert sun baked it but under the moons forgiving shine it was cool and refreshing. He let this continue a moment or two, but it was interrupted as the cricket sound was slowly being blotted out by a new one. More of a pounding type noise and the sound of dirt being thrown up It was faint at first but grew louder and louder. He came to a realization, it was the sound of something relatively large or at least large in number approaching. He opened his eyes and snapped his head back to look behind him.
Nothing. Just the desert and night sky. The sound had ceased, gone away just as quickly as he had reacted to it. Had he imagined that, paranoid of being followed? Celadon looked about the sandy banks, snapping from hill to hill but there was no sign of anything. He turned away and decided it wasn’t worth the risk of staying here any longer and he began a light jog, powerful legs moving through the sand with ease.
He had taken four steps and prepared a fifth before in a blink of an eye an object passed above him and below his snout. He had no time to give it a reaction as his breath was cut short by the sudden feeling of a perfect loop circle around his neck and draw tight around it. His head was yanked backward, his body halted as he tried to take a step with his right leg. He was jerked backwards, causing’ him to twist around, he stumbled about a moment as he regained his foot. He planted firmly and looked down at his long neck to this best of his abilities to find a tight lasso around it.
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