The Surface - Prologue

Jasper was a Cosmo of the Blue Zone. In a crystalline clearing was an egg. The Cosmos of the settlement would gaze upon it in awe and reverence, and on multiple occasions would try to hatch it. To understand the story, we need to know something about Jasper: Jasper, for whatever reason, had a brighter light, a light that deterred the Nameless. A light that hatched the Rock Drake egg.

Here is my guide to taming an Oviraptor!

Step 1: Look, this seems pretty easy. You knock him out–

Step 2: –then you give him ✨Le Eggé✨

Step 3: Hooray! Go get it to steal eggs. Or maybe the egg owners will kill it.

Descended - Chapter 3

Swiftfoot had an absolute ABSENCE of even a vague idea of what was going on.

He was over ramming and pecking at the guards, gradually chipping away at them until they couldn’t go on no more. He saw Ember be tossed midair by the brutish, unintelligent, deceiving triceratops Brussel, and Kage perform the most badass thing Swiftfoot had ever seen. Kage spit venom into the Trike’s eyes. Brussel threw his head around in a blind attempt to get a hit on the athletic dilophosaur, who parried aside Brussel’s bony horns with his Ribblade - which he clearly remembered was from the bone of a Carnotaur.

Carnotaur bones must be HARD.

Then, as Brussel attempted a charge, Kage ducked under the Trike’s head, and THRUSTED. A sharp bone pierced straight through the Trike’s head and popped up on Brussel’s forehead.

Brussel groaned. Stood still for a moment. Then, his body slumped over, and his eyes became glassy and unmoving.

Ember the Raptor, Kage the Dilophosaur, and Swiftfoot the Gallimimus all stepped up to the corpse.

“That was a-amazingly TERRIFYING!” Swiftfoot yelped, and all he could think about at the moment was what his comrades looked like.

Ember was a female raptor, her scales a highly polished dark-brownish-red, and her back plumage a fiery orange, giving Ember her name. There was a visible singular slash scar stretching from her right eyebrow to below the bag of her right eye, though it didn’t affect her vision at all.

Kage was an overgrown (around Ember’s size), athletic Dilophosaur of black scales, and he had an unnatural scale in combat intelligence. Kage often wore the small allosaurus skull and a hide utility belt with equipment salvaged from either nature or fallen foes.

The sight of Kage’s body splattered with Brussel’s blood sickened Swiftfoot to the core. “Eugh! You need to bathe, Kage!” Kage, in response, stomped on the Gallimimus’s foot to silence him.

“Gosh, Kage,” Ember said. “You didn’t need to stomp him so hard.”

“Doesn’t matter,” Kage snapped. “We’re *all* going to be punished when Venator finds out. Even Pernelle.”

The trio then all perked their heads up in sync. Pernelle. They left her behind on the hilltop across the small river.

“I’d very much rather Pernelle be with us than stay behind. We need to get back by dusk,” Ember stated, a clawed finger pointed at the dangerously low moon in the sky.

“Frick!” Kage snarled, before darting towards the hill, Swiftfoot and Ember following closely.

The local wilds of South Keystone Hill was a place Ember, Swiftfoot, and Kage were all very familiar with. Their home camp was farther north, on the very tip of the Keystone, which was pointed directly towards the Writhing Swamps, only a half hour’s walk away. The path up to the hill reeked of noise - by the rustle of plants, the chitter of ants, the patter of footprints.

Swiftfoot dashed ahead of the other two, advancing to meet up with Pernelle.

Pernelle is a pteranodon of a purple-yellow palette, and an adept flier. She had an intense fear of bodies of water, which repelled her from the campsite the Trio had just destroyed. Her strongest friendship out of the gang, to the secret dislike of Ember and Kage, was with Swiftfoot, and as soon as the Gallimimus came up to the hill, Pernelle greeted him with a hug and a smooch on the cheek.

Ember and Kage came into view.

“EMBER! KAGE!” Pernelle exclaimed. “It’s ALMOST MOONSET!” She quickly noticed the grotesque look of Kage still splattered with blood. “Oh, bloody- KAGE! My goodness!” The pteranodon reached a wing towards the Dilophosaur, who slapped her hand away. “I’m fine, chatterbox. Quit screaming.”

“Hey,” Ember stepped in with hurriedness laced into her voice. “We’re on a time crunch. No time for convos. Let’s just move!”

Before Pernelle could even do anything with the Gallimimus, Kage dragged the two off without a second thought.

I had the great idea of trying to tame one in ragnarok, needless to say that there were 3 alpha raptors and a 150 t-rex