Category: Land before Time
Rating: M
Couples: Chomper's Father(Rec)/Chomper's Mother(Tyra)
Warnings: Blood, Character Death, hints of Lemon
Chapter: 1
Copyright: © characters and places by United Pictures; © Plot and OC by me
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As was the way of Sharpteeth, after her first kill it was time for White Star to go out in the world alone.
"Remember to stay away from the Longnecks." Tyra reminded her again. "I don't want to see you crushed by one of those."
"Sure, mom…" The younger female managed to suppress her amused snicker. Despite there being no blood-relation between them, her mother was still like you'd expect a mother to be – safe that actual mothers would not whack their offspring with their tails or at least that's what White Star thought as she had to get back to her feet.
"Don't get cocky." Tyra swung her tail lightly again. "And do try not to get yourself killed."
"Definitely." White Star nuzzled the light-green female before turning to her father.
"What she said." He dryly told his daughter, earning himself a death-glare from the older female beside him.
"Seriously?" Tyra rolled her eyes. "You are terrible."
"That's just dad." White Star defended her father. It wasn't even so much of a lie: Rec still seemed to live in the past, clinging to her actual mother with something one could almost call desperation. And while he loved his daughter, the constant comparing her with her mother made him somewhat… cold in his interactions at times. Oh, how often did she not hear the infamous 'like your mother' come over his lips?
Tyra merely rolled her eyes again, licked White Star in farewell and walked away to go get a drink.
"So… What's up between the two of you?" White Star used the absence of her mother to ask a question that had bothered her for almost two Cold Times now.
"Should there be anything up?" Her father counter-asked.
"You've been staring at her when she's not looking." She answered. "And not like 'a friend'. What's up, Dad?"
He looked after the other female, not answering the question. He himself was not sure about what this all meant. "I don't know."
"You better figure it out." She warned him, swallowing the words she had wanted to say. "Bye, dad."
"Bye…" He answered, watching as she walked to the border of his territory. "Good luck…"
He followed the old female, finding her bathing in the pond. Instead of joining her, he stopped walking in the cover of the trees, regarding her form intently. What was up between them? The water ran down her sides in small rivulets, making her scales shine in the light of the setting Bright Circle.
He started lightly when she looked at him, having detected his presence. "She's gone then?"
He nodded in answer, walking up to the water's edge. The flash of grief in her red eyes startled him. She had really come to consider White Star as her own daughter.
"What are we going to do now?" She climbed out of the pool, shaking herself lightly as she looked at him with a tilted head. "We are no mates and the reason we stuck together is gone."
Why did that thought hurt him so much?
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Convenience kept them together, a territory much easier held when there were two to defend it. Not to mention the Frozen Sky Sparkles were simply much too cold if you couldn't huddle up to someone to share body-warmth.
A sweet aroma filled the air, as it did each Cold Time: the scent of females waiting for a mate to fertilize that year's batch of eggs. It was something they had ignored, but considering White Star had gone Tyra decided that there would be no need for her to ignore it this time around.
Rec had gone out hunting just outside their territory, where abundant Sky Water had turned an arid area into a sea of grass. She had stayed, watching over the Water-hole and the surrounding lands.
Assuming he would not blame her for seeking a mate of her own, she called. Called with that deep and rumbling voice that was only used when wishing to cover great distances, just as she did now: to find a potential mate.
She would never know the shock that he felt when he heard her voice, the disbelief and horror when he remembered that although they had lived together for Cold Times, they were only friends. But she would know his determination to not lose her. On his daughter's insistence he had struggled to figure out what it was that had him staring at the light-green female the entire time.
Whatever it was, he knew he would never get to act on it if she went off with some other male.
The Swimmers looked up in horror and shock when they saw a massive Sharptooth suddenly rise to his feet and storm off like he was after his prey while starving. A female, having mated herself not a day beforehand, protectively rested her hand on her stomach as she watched him flatten the grass in his haste. It was quite a while until she had calmed enough to start eating the browning blades again.
Rec did not know then and neither of them would ever learn that in that short moment when he had looked over his shoulder at the meal he had lost and the meal had stared straight back at him that he had looked at someone he would later call a friend, for neither would recognize the other when they met again in a Valley far from this already dying field, brought together by their children – one barely conceived for a day, the other not even planned.
