Category: Land before Time
Rating: M
Couples: Chomper's Father(Rec)/Chomper's Mother(Tyra)
Warnings: Blood, Character Death, hints of Lemon
Chapter: 6
Copyright: © characters and places by United Pictures; © Plot and OC by me
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Their rage overrode their common sense. Despite her little one running along right in front of her nose, Tyra only wanted everything she could lay eyes on dead. It was only after they were beaten by the grown-up Leafeaters that they calmed enough to think things through.
Only to nearly lose it all when they saw some Egg-stealers trying to throw their son to his untimely death. Neither of them got very far, soon being overtaken by the furious parents. Their son reached them soon after, just before the sound of thundering rocks reached them.
"The way in is closed." Rec realized.
"At least we have our child back." Tyra carefully scooped up the hatchling, looking him over. He seemed healthy enough.
"He smells like them." Her husband said after a deep breath. "Let's go. We won't find enough food here…" He looked at the poisonous waters around them. Tyra agreed, carrying the little one as he fell asleep.
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They traveled far, all the way to the Big Water where Rec picked up the scent of a Swimmer-herd who had taken a narrow ridge to a nearby island. They followed them, turning the island-sanctuary into a death-trap. The day that he had spend with those Flatteeth had left a mark on their son. He would growl in strange and indecipherable ways at times, as if he was talking.
It was only when a group of young Leafeaters came to their island after yet another Earthshake that they found that he had indeed been talking: in Leafeater.
Neither of them quite understood how that had happened. They had not left him THAT long with the Leafeaters, didn't they?
The smell of the Stinking Flowers clung to the children, but both still recognized the hatchlings as those they had sought to kill all those Cold Times ago.
"They were the ones that stole your egg, weren't they?" Tyra asked as they watched the Swimming Longneck disappear in the distance.
"They didn't steal it." Chomper looked up at his parents. "They thought I was the egg of Ducky's sibling."
"Moronic Leafeaters." Rec growled, eyes darkening at the memory of the last time Leafeaters had gotten to his eggs.
Tyra said nothing, looking after the children with a uncertain expression on her face. "Tell us about them."
The young Sharptooth blinked in surprise at his mother's request, but obeyed.
Several days after he was surprised when his parents told him that they wished to leave the island, pointing out that the land-bridge connecting them to the mainland was gone.
The next day found them on the mainland again with one hatchling who swore he'd never get near the Big Water again. His mother chuckled as they moved inland again, though those chuckles quickly died in her throat when they saw the devastation.
"Leafgobblers…" Rec realized. "And the herds moved that way…"
Chomper meeped softly, failing to be on time to keep his parents from hearing.
"They might be 'friends', but I am afraid their kind is still 'dinner', Chomper." Tyra soothed him. "But we promised they'd be safe. Even if we come across them, they won't be dinner, I assure you."
He beamed at that.
