Category: Land before Time
Rating: T
Couples: none
Warnings: Blood, Character Death
Chapter: 7
Copyright: © characters and places by United Pictures; © Plot and OC by me
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"We need to keep Rec out of the Valley until you have decided a course of action." Tyra stated, walking beside her Longneck-friend.
"The moment you tell him he should not enter, he will just to find why he should not." The Longneck in question answered. "Not to mention he will no doubt pick up the scent-trail sooner or later. Sooner if his son's sniffer is any indication of his own."
"Very much sooner. Rec's is even better than Chomper's." Tyra looked at the valley-wall in concern. "He needs but to near the path you took in and he WILL know."
"Wonderful…" Grandma Longneck groaned. "Can't you take him on a long hunt or something like that? Anything to buy us time."
"I can try that. But I cannot promise you anything." Tyra answered. "You saw how he was when White Star only got insulted."
"Oh yes…" The Leaf-eater sighed in defeat as the Meat-eater made for the nearest exit. "I remember that only too well." She turned her head to look at her back, where among the many Fast Biter-scars was a ring of deep puncture-wounds: Rec had bitten her there, driving his teeth almost to the bone. It still hurt at times, sending sharp pain down her back powerful enough to have her collapse on the spot. It had devastated the Sharptooth when he learned of the damage he had done to her.
She walked down the slope to the valley-floor slowly, looking over to the Rock Circle where several grown-ups were gathered.
Then her head turned to the new arrivals, where Tria was talking to a dark-blue Clubtail. Where was the black Clubtail?
"That I would ever see the day where a Leaf-eater made friends with their enemies." The voice came from beside the path, its' owner hidden by several trees.
"They are no enemies." Grandma answered, turning to the source. The black Clubtail walked onto the path, looking up at her with surprisingly blue eyes.
"They are the ones we should fear." He countered, looking to where Tyra had disappeared to. "Though not always the ones we do."
"Do you?" She tilted her head.
"One, only one." He admitted. "The one who gave me this scar." He lowered one side of his body, showing her his stomach. Three long scars ran from its' center to the side. "He tasted my blood and I fear he will come back for more unless he was killed somewhere along the way."
"That might well happen." Her eyes narrowed ever so slightly as she studies the marks. "Though I cannot fathom why a Sharptooth would take on a Clubtail." 'Lies!' her mind reminded her. 'You know full well why Rec would.'
"Sharpteeth are much like us, as you no doubt found out already." The Clubtail returned to a normal position again. "His mate was killed. You can guess the rest."
"So you are the one…" She couldn't stop herself from breathing.
"Who?" He had heard her soft whisper.
"The one who killed the first mate of the male Sharptooth residing outside this valley." She told him.
The Clubtail said nothing, looking at her with an impassive face.
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That smell…
Memories flooded his mind. Anger flared anew as hate poured through his every vein.
That SMELL…
His massive body trembled as he scanned the air anew.
No doubt…
His daughter, dear child of his first mate, watched him in concern.
NO doubt…
He turned to the Valley, coming face to face with his second mate.
Him…
Her face spoke volumes, her wide eyes hiding nothing from him.
HIM!
His roar echoed for miles in either direction, shaking the very mountains.
Vengeance…
The two females cower from him, fear making them back away from the one they held so dear.
Rage…
He remembers the sight of his mate only too well. He remembers the taste of the blood of her murderer equally as well.
Hunger…
And he wants more. He wants his flesh.
Hate…
His walk to the Valley is slow, but nothing shall escape him now. Nothing will stop him now.