Category: Land before Time
Rating: M
Couples: Chomper's father(Rec)/OC, Chomper's Father(Rec)/Chomper's Mother(Tyra)
Warnings: Blood, Character Death
Chapter: Prologue
Copyright: © characters and places by United Pictures; © Plot and OC by me
Author's Note: Since the main Characters in this fic are all Sharpteeth, their talk will not be in Italics. That does not mean that they are suddenly speaking Leafeater, that'd be weird.
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"They are beautiful." The male Sharptooth said, his massive dark-green frame towering above their nest. Beside him his mate, a pale-green female, was just nudging the last egg into the right position. There were six in total, each pristine and just a few days from hatching.
"That they are." His mate agreed. "I cannot wait until they finally hatch."
"You mean they still haven't done that?" The owner of the voice, a light-green female Sharptooth, stopped at a safe distance from the nest. She could do without having the other two attack her.
"Tyra!" The pale-green female exclaimed, purring as she nuzzled the visitor. "Whatever brought you here?"
Tyra chuckled at the warm greeting. "I wanted to see if they had hatched yet. And I wanted to borrow Rec for a while."
"Get your own mate, will you?" The dark-green Sharptooth, named Rec, stated. "You keep borrowing me every change of the Night Circle."
"I wouldn't need to borrow you if White Star..." Tyra gestured to the pale-green female. "would trust you to watch her nest and come with me."
"Well I'm sorry I am about to be a mother for the first time." White Star huffed in annoyance. "But he's right: what do you want him for this time?"
"A herd of Threehorns is traveling through my territory. There is a wounded among them, but I could use some help. Besides, I can't finish the thing by myself anyway." Tyra explained. "And considering you have a bunch of hatchlings around soon, I figured you'd like the food."
"We'd indeed like that." The couple said after sharing a short glance.
Rec nuzzled his mate one more time before joining up with their friend. "Lead the way."
"With pleasure." Tyra led him away from the nest, towards her own hunting-grounds. White Star remained behind, watching the dark form of her mate disappear in the gloom of the forest. Soon all was silent, save the sound of the running Fast Water a short distance away.
The Sharptooth shook herself, before settling down beside her nest. She dozed off while resting in the light of the Bright Circle shining high above her.
It was warm, the forest covered in a thick blanket of hot and unmoving air. The massive dinosaurs living in it were reluctant to move much, causing several of the small fuzzies to peek up from their holes. The bushes rustled as they moved about, searching for food.
White Star yawned, amused when she could hear the fuzzies shoot off as if she was about to eat one of them.