Chapitre 2: Pursuit
Scarface turned away, his eyes looked out into the forest around them. The rex followed him, his expression seemed focused on the hunt they will be doing shortly. Usually a hunting party is made up of several individuals, but Scarface finds it better to have only two. To bring a whole crew was just asking for trouble, at least with two they wouldn't attract so much attention.
"What do you think?", snorted the rex looking at the others within their camp.
"I think like I always think, Devastate.", replied Scarface as he looked at Devastate silently.
Many with a conscious mind have been given names, those who are blind don't care about formalities. As far as etiquette goes for the blind, they roll in blood and that was about it. Scarface was given his name due to his scars, those very scars show that he can handle himself. Devastate was given his name due to his raw power and lack of brains. Heh, not like Scarface could say that to his face.
The leader was known as, Crusher. That name explained a lot. That behemoth took on a pack of blind beasts all by himself. Scarface admired the leader, but he sure hated how he judged him at times.
"Oh, so you like how things are run?", asked Devastate as he walked onward.
"Hmph, Do you?", snorted Scarface as he followed his hunting comrade.
The camp was organized by one leader, his words were the top of the law. Any who don't agree with his words would be put through trial. Scarface saw it happen once, a brute went against the leader and was judged. Why did it happen? Only cause that brute tried flirting with a female that Crusher had his sights on. When you think about it, the leader can get away with anything.
It would be nice to rule a clan, have your words respected and feared by all. Of course the laws would be different if Scarface were to lead. But would he challenge Crusher for the leader title? No, he wouldn't. He had enough knowledge to know if he was good enough to fight him or not. Devastate probably would fight against him, and chances were high that he would lose too.
"I can't stand rules.", huffed Devastate as he stopped outside of the camp.
Scarface looked at him, he looked away in silence. It was obvious that many didn't like rules. Some didn't like working with those that eat vegetation either. Once you open your eyes and see things differently, you become very picky with who you trust. Rules were something that they all didn't have to follow before. Now, rules were of the highest of importance. Order must be kept, or so was it said by Crusher often.
"If we didn't have rules we would be worst than the blind.", retorted Scarface.
Devastate looked at him, his eyes were so harsh. Those eyes burned like burning fire from a top of a blazing peak. "The blind are nothing like us!", growled Devastate.
Scarface looked at him, they both held grudges of some kind. To lose a loved one, it did something to them. Devastate lost his family to those that were blind, and he clearly despised them.
Scarface merely snorted as he walked forward, "Let's go hunt."
Devastate stalked behind him silently, his posture was slowly becoming aggressive. That was probably why Scarface trusted Devastate. They both lost something very important to them. Trust goes a long way, but sometimes it could be a lie. Backstabbing could always happen, Scarface knew this. Would Devastate backstab him though? He didn't know but he felt that he wouldn't on account that he saved him once.
The sounds of roaring was a sound they all knew to well. There were so many blind beasts. They all reproduce like mad, while those that aren't blind are limited to reproduce due to a possible food shortage. It has happened before. That and bringing up offspring would attract more dangers.
It was beginning to become darker due to a storm slowly approaching, rain always happened here. Floods were a nuisance, luckily they made their camp away from bodies of water. Scarface noticed a blind herd and he moved to position. Devastate followed suit, his eyes locked onto Scarface.
The herd made sounds of terror, the ground shook due to the amount of beast that ran. Scarface chased after them with skill and precision. He smirked as Devastate came from a vast amount of trees in a patient ambush. Massive jaws clamped onto a juvenile triceratops, his fangs sunk deep into the tender flesh of its sides. Scarface slid to a stop as he watched Devastate pick it up with ease and crushed the very life out of it. As the body became limp did Scarface smile, "Let's get a few more and head back."
Devastate nodded with the body still in his jaws, blood poured down his mouth. Scarface looked after the fleeing herd and he followed after them in the cover of the trees, Devastate followed putting the dead trike upon his back. Hunting was a fun chore, but it wasn't safe. They were not the only ones who ate meat.
Scarface looked up with a gallimimus in his jaws, Devastate gave a big smirk before moving his head to the side fast. There were sounds of a approaching party, and Scarface frowned as he looked at Devastate. The both of them nodded before moving away while making sure their prizes remained upon Devastate's back. The scent of blood could not be hidden away from hyper sensitive noses.
This made them a target, and Scarface was not about to let them have what they caught. Scarface deemed it best to return to camp, at least there they could defend it better. At least they caught something for the camp, and they would hunt again tomorrow very early.
Scarface looked behind them to make sure they were not followed. This was another annoyance. Blind beast will do anything in their power to take away everything from them. Life surely enjoyed watching everyone squirm, but if they made it this far they were going to keep going.
Scarface looked at Devastate in short glances, both of them have the skill to survive. Of course Scarface had the brains while Devastate had the strength. As they both returned to camp were they greeted by a few grateful comrades. Those who ate vegetation had displeased looks as they watched. Devastate took off the body of the trike from his back and dropped it onto Scarface. Leave it to Devastate to give him the chore of taking the bones out. Scarface silently watched as Devastate walked away with his head down.
Scarface looked to where Crusher was and blinked noticing that the leader was approaching him. His expression changed lightly as he nodded toward his leader.
"Good work but we will need more than that.", Crusher said this as he looked at the amount that they caught.
"We will go out early and get more. We had a good reason to stop.", responded Scarface who glanced to the outside.
Crusher didn't say anything as he looked around before turning away. "Very well.", was all that he said as he walked away.
Scarface watched him silently with the prizes of the hunt upon his back. Crusher was a distant one. He rules this clan yet he remains to himself. Being solitary one moment and suddenly working with others the next must be a big change. Scarface looked away as he began to work on deboning what they caught from the hunt.
Devastate sat his large frame down as he watched the others with a aloof stare. Blood still remained upon his massive jaws, the rib bones that rested at the sides of his mouth were also bloody. Snorting to himself did he lay his head down.
"Did you have fun~?", asked a smooth feminine voice.
Devastate snorted loudly in reply ignoring the female who stood before him. The female noticed him ignoring her and she walked away in a pouty huff. Devastate glanced after the female, she was nothing but trouble. All females were. She had a way of doing things, she also enjoyed getting males into trouble. No one in camp can have offspring until the food situation and safety were under control. Devastate growled to himself only cause Crusher didn't seem to follow his own rules. Why make rules when you can't follow them.
As the camp settled the darkness around them seemed to increase.
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