My Version of Carnivora... Not as good or long, but I still think I did good... -- The Middle of Nowhere

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Date Posted: 23:36:52 09/14/02 Sat
Author: No-Claw's Chronicles: Entry 1
Subject: My Version of Carnivora... Not as good or long, but I still think I did good...

From the Etchings of Allosaurus No-Claw, Written in Clan Book #1589:

About two months ago I got an assignment to go to the Dinosaur Planet, Carnivora. It's a planet just like good old Earth, only about sixty-five million years behind. My name was Rexana-Byoul Tyrannis Zevar back then, but that lengthy title does me no good anymore. Here I'm known as No-Claw, and only in my mind do I call myself Rex. It helps me remember what I once was. That I was once a photographer and employee of National Geographic. That I once took the camera shots you still see everyday on the Discovery Channel. Occasionally I got to go somewhere, Africa, Asia and the like. Get some new shots on some random creature they sent me out to learn about. But damn, I never expected anything like this.

Dino Inc. was nice enough. A gun was necessary so I took a single-barrel rifle and allowed them to give me six tranquilizers. I opted for a radar, scent-cover, and camoflague... after all, I was here to take pictures, not rack up points. I signed the waiver swiftly, I dont even remember if I read it all, and then headed out to the camo-transport ship. I leaped in with an energy I haven't felt in years, and then we were off.

We landed on the Island of Turan Choks. A couple of other people got off with me. We wished each other good luck, for different reasons, then headed off in our seperate ways. I walked ahwile, occasionally running, constantly checking the wind and my direction. I was out during Stegosaurus season, Dino Inc having assurred my company that they were gentle... if somewhat stupid... beasts that would make an excellent choice for an amateurs filming. I took a few moments here and there to take a few shots of the lanky Gallimimus and the ever present Moschops. I was just about to tilt my camera upwards, ready to record some footage of a few of the flying dimorphidon, when I saw them. Two rows of rusty-colored plates, moving slowly east towards a lake surrounded by palms.

I crouched down and slowly crawled forward, I moved a little left to stay upwind and lifted my camera, only to drop it as my gun fell off my shoulder providing a cumbersome weight. I sighed, peered left and right, and set it down next to me. In my two hours of random walking I'd yet to see anything vaguely dangerous, so I didn't see how this could hurt. I raised the camera to my face, finger over the photo button, and waited for the Steg to move out from behind it's hiding hill. I saw a head, fore legs, body... I grinned and my finger came down, only, it never reached the button.

I was flung to the ground, a huge pressing weight against my back. I stretched my arm out for my gun, only to draw it back as something sharp punctured my shoulder and a lengthy tan tail hit my weapon away with a quick swipe. I tried to raise my head from the position of eating dirt only to have a powerful foot shove it back down. My nose began to bleed, and my shoulder throbbed. I could only guess as to what was on me, but I knew one thing. I wasn't going to let it kill me. In one quick grab my uninjured arm pulled desperately at one scaled leg and I rolled. The hunter lost it's balance and fell off of me. I leaped to my feet, running as fast as I could in the opposite direction.

It was only seconds before I heard it's footsteps, a second more and it's hot breath was on my neck. I screamed as the bloody jaws clamped down on my already injured shoulder and the well-trained tail knocked my feet from under me. I fell to the ground with an undignified thud and stared upwards, if I was to die, I would at least get to see my assasin... Only, the golden eyes of the female Allosaurus that met my pain-filled gaze never came down with corresponding teeth to deal the final blow. Instead it stepped away from me, gave me one swift look over, and then moved in forthe kill.

But it wasn't. The Allo merely sniffed me all over, pausing at my radar to give it a painless death with a forearm, and ripping off the strap that had held my gun with a vengance. It then stood back again, and gave me a look that led me to believe it was finished. A tilt of it's head and it turned and started a slow, completely un-characteristic walk south. I watched it go, my hand unknowingly raised to my bleeding shoulder, my face filled with what must have been utter confusion and relief. I gave a sigh of relief as it dissapeared over a hill... then groaned as it came back, stared at me a moment, grabbed my "camoflauged" shirt and began to drag me across the grass.

The drag was a long one, my shoulder throbbed and my head was spinning from blood loss. We stopped finally at the edge of the water, where the Allosaurus proceded to fling me over her back with ease. I let myself collapse against the warm body, too tired to consciously realize I was riding a dangerous predator. In fact, I think the only thing that kept me alive was the water that began to run over my dangling feet as my Allosaurus mount entered the water and began to swim over to the other side. Big feet paddling madly beneath us to slowly propel the large weight forward.

We reached the opposite side at sunset, and though I thought I would be back to the old dragging technique, the Allo kept me on it's back. I was dropped gently on soft moss after a few more hours of travel, my blurry vision struggling to watch as my mount and a large male who carried his tail high greeted each other with a playful nudge. Then the male lifted his nose to the air, catching what I assumed was my scent. He raced madly in my direction, but I was too weak to move. Luckily the female leaped in front of him, halting him with her broad powerful tail. My last conscious thoughts were filled with the two fighting away verbally, their language filled with growls, roars, and intricate tail movements.

I collapsed into the painless realm of sleep.

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