I'll try to be brief. I did not invent any of the T-Rexes in the main story so I cannot take credit for them with the excepton , I did invent Anko, and Chomper's child. Chomper of course is from the Land Before Time movies and I included him because I felt like having more actual Land Before Time characters involved in this story, and to be quite frank I always kind of liked him.
The Deinonychus from Age of Reptiles look nothing like Land Before Time III's Velociraptors, and while the rift between the AoR Rexes, and the LBT Rexes is not so big (probably since the Deinonychus were never meant to look like raptors and the rexes were meant to look like rexes) it does exist, suffice it to say that Delgado's dinosaurs all look much skinnier than their overfed LBT counterparts, other than that and the two are close enough to one another.
Don't argue! ElseRexy "da Wrench" Minestrone will break yer face . . . with a wrench!
Passage One . . .
The Family!
(Nobody messes with "the family!" Montoni Carboni Pastroni Baloney Rex will make you an offer you can't refuse . . . because if you refuse it he'll eat you!)
The sunrise over the mountains brought on an orange sky. Gray clouds moved lazilly along, uninterested in the world below them.
In the grassy plains where the long necks made their homes one young long neck woke before the rest of its herd and dared to begin feeding on the treetops near the edge of those plains.
It was not long before the long neck was contently munching on the leaves, it felt certain that it could reach its herd in time if in the event of an attack.
And indeed it was not far from its herd at all. But in order to reach something, one must run in the correct direction and in another moment this would not be the case at all.
The long neck continued to contently munch on tree stars until it heard the low growl coming from inside the trees.
It looked into the trees, curious to see what was making this strange noise. It also backed away from the tree line, just in case of danger.
And danger did indeed arrive when Climber's dark form emerged from the trees, jaws wide open, saliva dripping down her chin . . .
Climber was dull green, on her back were purple stripes lined with gray-green, she had a blotch of purple on her head that resembled a bandana pulled down over her eyes.
The long neck howled in surprise and turned to run only to find his path blocked by two more of the monsters!
One was slightly bigger than the other two, he had a white underbelly and lighter green scales, his back, which was covered in armoresque plating was a surprising shade of blue, this was the vicious Blue Back.
The other, Talon looked much like Climber, except that instead of a purple mask on her face, Talon had a blotch of purple on her nose, which rose up sharply as if it too were armored.
Talon and Blue Back blocked the long neck's escape back to his herd, which were now fully awake and bellowing roars of protest, surprise, fear; everything that that long neck was feeling knowing perfectly well that it was the target.
There was safety in numbers and it was all alone.
Climber let out a heart stopping roar and charged, the long neck turned and ran in the only direction he could: away from his herd and the trees.
His family, his herd, did nothing to pursue him.
The three Tyrannosaurs however acted just the opposite, chasing after him and roaring ferociously all the while!
They chased and they roared, at one point Talon leapt and nearly landed on the long neck's back, but he cut a sharp right, back towards the trees and lashed out with his tail at that moment, knocking her out of the air!
Blue Back and Climber closed in on either side and the long neck whipped his tail about frantically to ward them off, and it did seem to work.
Indeed the two rexes slowed down, and were joined by Talon who did not seem interested in getting too close either. The long neck glared at them threateningly, daring to believe that he had actually done the impossible, actually fended off three of the most dangerous predators known to his kind, dared to believe he was safe!
Then, the thunderous sound of trees snapping as something big crushed them in it's wake, the long neck looked to the tree line just in time to see the fourth T-Rex explode from within like a ball of molten lava shooting from the top of a volcano!
He looked just in time to see Long Jaw's attack, but not soon enough to begin to escape, not soon enough to keep the gigantic maw of the dark green—almost black—Tyrannosaur, Long Jaw from ripping into his back and severing his spine.
The long neck fell to the ground, gazing up in horror at his soon to be killer, the great and terrible Long Jaw, whose enormous mouth was filled with many sharp serrated looking teeth, who was surrounded it seemed by a small cloud of pests and insets eager for any leftovers . . .
Long Jaw's eyes seemed to be laughing, as if it were all some funny joke, and the long neck realized it was. Long Jaw had lurked, waited for his comrades to chase their prey back towards the trees even though the long neck had been trying to move away from them.
The long neck heard the last pitiful calls from his herd, calls meant to inquire whether or not he were still alive, what a cruel joke!
Though not as cruel, it would turn out, as the fact that Long Jaw did not finish the kill. He did not do anything to put a speedier end to the long neck's life. He did not even care really, that his prey was still alive.
And still alive the long neck was, even as the other three rexes came and all four began to eat him, he was still alive . . . though thankfully not for long.
Passage Two
The Rouge! (Around here I realized my dinosaur mafia jokes just weren't funny and had myself committed, this portion of the story was written by Bronto the Squealer)
Chomper had grown a great deal since the time he'd spent with the great valley dinosaurs. Now he was a fully grown sharp tooth. His lavender hide was marked with several minor scars, scars he'd recieved in combat with other sharp teeth as well as some of his more resistant meals.
His wife--actually, the rough and tough sharp tooth term for it would be 'mate' but since that was also the word for friend, Chomper prefered to think of her in the leaf eater way, permanent beloved companion, or wife--Anko had a few scars of her own but nothing to interfere with her stunning beauty as far as he was concerned. They were roughly the same age--he might be somewhat older--but she was still a little bigger than he was, and she was green on green. That is overall she was a dark green with a lighter green underbelly, she had gray stripes but when Chomper looked at her he was mostly distracted by the green.
Green is a very attractive color for a sharp tooth, just thought you'd like to know.
Anko was his world, and she probably knew it. It was no use acting tough around her since she was tougher, and she knew that too.
But she didn't mind that he had a kinder heart than most others, if anything she seemed happy about it. She'd made it quite clear however that their child would grow up to be quite the tyrant, with none of his father's soft tendencies.
Their child, whom Chomper had named Littlefoot, grew like a quick weed, he was still unable to leave the nest for very long, but that would end soon. Really, it needed to end soon because Anko wanted to move on to another territory, she had started complaining about mixed packs prowling the area.
Chomper hadn't seen any such thing, he was sure it was just her over protective maternal side showing it's face, however she was the fighter in the family, if she felt a struggle coming and wanted to walk away Chomper knew it was best to walk away.
He just had no idea how soon that struggle would show its ugly head, or how horribly it would change his perfect, happy life.
That evening he and Anko rested side by side with their child in between them, all was quiet and calm. A true hunter never trusted the calm, and Chomper would never forgive himself for it.
But he enjoyed it that evening. It seemed as if for that one night nothing existed in the world except for him and his family, it was heavenly.
No other predators, no need to hunt for prey since they were all well fed, everything was right.
Chomper chuckled and looked at his wife and son, both quietly resting. "I live just for moments like this." He said softly to himself. Anko gave him a confused look, as if to ask what he was talking about, but he just smiled and closed his eyes.
He let sleep claim him, safe in the darkness of their lair--a rather comfortably spacious cave--lulled by the silence of the night.
"RROOWWRRR!" An ear splitting roar shook the cave, and two more answered it!
Chomper's eyes snapped open and he was up in an instant! His son seemed to be terrified and Anko . . .
Where was Anko?
It was early morning, the sun was just beginning to rise, its light pouring into the cave. Chomper sensed that all was not right! There was an odd scent in the air . . . several odd scents!
He rushed out of the cave and looked around, there was no sign of Anko.
"HHRROOWWRR!" The roar came again, it was familiar in an unfamiliar way. Chomper had heard that roar before . . . somewhere. But not that voice. It was answered by three more, and Chomper dashed towards them with all speed.
He knew what he'd find when he reached the source. But he didn't want to accept it. Couldn't believe it.
Anko was more than just a mate, she was his love, his protector, his entire universe, she was strong and brave and . . .
She was dead.
Standing over her was a large and powerful male of their own species, whose dark green color seemed almost black in the dim early morning light, but Chomper did not fail to notice the somewhat oversized jaws, dripping with red blood. Close by was a companion with bright blue plates going down his back. The dark green one was bleeding from a bite wound to the tail, indeed his three companions all seemed to have suffered some sort of terrible wound.
But Chomper didn't care if Anko had put up a good fight. It obviously hadn't been good enough and now . . . now there was just no point! What could he do? If she couldn't stop these four no one could, and it hadn't been fair in the first place! Maybe if he'd been there, maybe if he could have helped her . . .
He felt a strange hatred, it was a completely new concept, never before had he actually hated something. He'd felt a desire to kill, but for food. Now he felt that desire to kill . . . for some unknown reason. Pleasure? No, not that . . . but revenge? It didn't really matter. They were going to die, he'd see to that.
What did he have to lose that he hadn't just lost?
He didn't give a challenging roar to announce his presence, he just charged, slamming into the blue-backed male and sending him sprawling, he leapt without a thought on one of the females--who suffered an injured thigh--and went straight for the throat.
The larger male, scales so dark green that they were almost black lunged forward and knocked him away, Chomper's jaws closing not on the soft throat of his victim but instead on nothing but air!
It wasn't fair! What did these four want? What did they gain by taking away his happy life? What gave them the right?
The injured female began to back away, the larger green male seemed to cover her retreat. But Chomper wouldn't allow it, he wouldn't let them escape!
Maybe his heart was too much like that of a leaf eater, because he didn't see these creatures as his own kind, he didn't see them as fellow predators, they were just horrible monsters, nightmares made flesh, heartless cold beasts!
He rushed for the large male, this one was larger than Anko had been which made him gigantic compared to Chomper, but that didn't matter! He lunged forward only to stop short and fall on his face.
He looked back to see that the blue-backed male had bitten his tail just before he could lunge, now before he could get up the same stomped over to him and stepped on his head.
"Stay down, brat!" Was what he said as his three companions casually walked off.
Chomper couldn't stand it! They couldn't get away, he couldn't let that happen! He was too weak, too powerless, his world had been turned upside down and torn asunder and there was nothing he could do about it!
He began to struggle, and the blue back pressed his head into the mud. "Stay down or I'll kill you."
What was there to live for? Chomper continued to struggle, if he could just get his head free . . .
The other invaders were moving off, getting too far away! He had to stop them!
"Did you have two mates?" Blueback demanded. "No? Well then who'll care for your infant once I crush your empty head?"
Chomper froze suddenly, and lie there. His world was not destroyed . . . it was terribly damaged but there was still one thing worth living for . . .
He glared after the blue-backed male as he started off without a word. He hated him!
But he hated himself too. He was too weak, too soft, and without Anko he was too empty.
He walked slowly over to his dead love and collapsed next to her. What could he do? He knew he should go to their child, but he couldnt leave her, didnt want to. "I'm sorry." He whispered.
"No. I'm . . . so sorry." Anko said. It took Chomper a moment to realize that it hadnt been his imagination! She was still alive! "I . . . I couldn't . . . protect you." She said.
"Why? Why didn't you bring me with you? Together we might have--"
"I didn't want . . . you to get hurt." She sighed. "I'm . . . supposed to . . . protect you."
"No! No you're not, I never asked you to protect me!" Chomper growled. "We're supposed to protect each other!"
"I liked . . . keeping you safe. I . . . just couldn't this time . . . he was too fast, I . . ." She trailed off and Chomper felt something break inside him.
She wouldn't make it. Her wounds were too many, too deep, she was using what life she had left to apologize when he was the one at fault! "I'll make them pay, I promise! I'll get them, every last one of those no good cousins of ours, I--"
"No!" She gasped, and doing so seemed to hurt her quite a bit. "You don't . . . understand! There was a fin . . . a-a fan on his back . . . he'll try to--!" She seemed panicked, as if there were something vitally important he had to know, but there wasn't enough left of her to get it out. Her eyes were hazing over, but what life remained in them pleaded with him to understand what she couldn't say. To figure it out . . .
But how could he? He wanted to know but he didn't understand and she'd never tell.
Her eyes closed for the last time, and Chomper felt all the energy leave his own body, he might as well have been dead as well.
He lay there, not knowing how long, maybe he slept, he couldn't be sure. But when he opened his eyes again his son was lying in between him and Anko, just as it had been the night before.
For an instant he thought it had been a nightmare, but this wasn't their cave.
And Anko was not breathing.
Chomper got up and looked down at his son. "So you came all this way alone?" He said softly. The child unfortunately couldn't speak yet, he just looked up at him. Chomper glared off in the direction the four sharp teeth had moved off in. If he were alone he'd go after them, he'd hunt them down and make them suffer.
But he had Littlefoot to think of, he couldn't leave him and go off on the march of death. He closed his eyes. There was a general rule among sharp teeth, and it was that if you killed nothing you'd eat nothing, if you killed something--or found someone else's kill--you'd waste nothing. But there was no way he'd eat his love, which meant that someone else would come along to do it.
Someone who might want to hurt Littlefoot too. It was time to leave, their lair was no longer safe, Chomper would have to find a new place for them.
"Let's go." He commanded. The child followed, but looked back at his mother from time to time. Chomper didn't bother to explain why she wasn't coming, he didn't feel he could find the words to explain it without breaking down and seeming weak.
And besides, Littlefoot was so young, if he was lucky he'd forget all about his mother. Chomper would certainly remember her enough for the both of them.
End
Note in regards to Talon and Climber: Talon and Climber seem to be female rexes in that they're the ones sitting--for some reason--on nests full of eggs and nurturing Short Tail while Blue Back and especially Long Jaw just do whatever they please. However they're slightly smaller than Blue Back and Long Jaw which I well understand was not the case with real T-Rexes. (For that matter I understand T-Rex "families" didn't include a god father, and a Rexy da Wrench either, but please bare with me, you see in some cultures I am considered funny) Perhaps Blue Back and Long Jaw were drawn extra sized to impress the readers, or perhaps their creator was unaware of this fact when he drew his book which is still a stunningly beautiful work anyway, and I suggest you pick up a copy of tribal warfare for the artwork if nothing else.
I had a lot of fun with this chapter, it was much more ah, lengthy than I had planned, and a little over dramatic considering what the script demanded, however I really like it . . . so back off yo!