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The tribe watched their prey. A Hadrosaur,they were small,easy prey.Herbivores practically defenseless.
The Chief who’s name is Red Spike watched with stone spear at the ready.He was the greatest hunter of his tribe therefore he was chief. He and his hunters were stalking easy prey because food was scarce it was the middle of the dry season and the typical prey migrated in search of fresh vegetation. Red Spike gestured to his hunting party.
“We will move as quietly as the knife foot” he whispered.His tribe had always admired the ways of the knife feet(Deinonychus).Red Spike had earned his title from slaying an alpha male of a pack of them.He had been only sixteen when he had done so.As a trophy he had kept one of it’s blood stained talons.Thus he was given the name of Red Spike by his grandfather.
Now was the time to strike.With an ear splitting battle cry Redspike’s hunters attacked the herbivore spears at raised high.Red Spike managed to jump on it’s back a typical tactic of a knife foot.He then plunged it spear into the neck of the hadrasaur.In it’s dying shrieks something rustled in the brush.It was a stonehead(Pacysephalasaurus).They were larger then the hadrosaurs but unlike them they had a weapon,a hard boney helmet that it evolved to break even an Allosaurus’s spine.The stone head charged forward like a bull and struck one of the hunters aside like a rag doll.Then when another replaced him he met the same fate as he spine shattered with a sickening crack.When the hadrosaur collapsed Red Spike charged at the stone-head as fast as he could.He soon met it,empaling it on his pear in seconds.
The hunters marched through the brush with utmost speed.Red Spike marched proudly in front not fearing anything as usual barely noticing that what they were marching on was anything but ground.With a low moaning sigh a Styracasaurus ,knee deep in the mud gurgled to life.However it did not give any regard for the minuscule creatures that scuttled down it’s back.The cave men quickly ran away.As they reached the encampment they were met with great splendor.Their far more attractive wives had been harvesting fruit and sang and danced at their arrival.They sat around the central great hearth and warmed themselves. All of Red Spike’s kin were out for the feast. He inhaled the cool air He was still very young, late teens at most. His father the oldest of the tribe but retired as the cheif. He pulled his son aside to discuss something.
“Son,” he said “The years have passed quickly!”The retired chief smiled broadly as he said this.
“You have hunted as chief but is time for you to choose a wife as the chief,” he explained.
The younger one of the two hadn’t thought of this.A wife a queen to his kingdom.
“Is it really time” asked his mother, interupting.
“Yes it is Redflower,” replied her husband.
“But he is to young!”
“Do I have a say in this?” asked Redspike defiantly trying to break up the fight,
“Do you have a wife in mind?”asked the former chief.Red spike did indeed. He was looking at her right now. Her hair was long and as bright as the fire that illuminated it. She was thin and delicate as was her name.Her name was BrightLilly. However before he could tell his parents.
Without warning there hooting noise from the jungle.
“Run,stop the fire!”cried Red Spike “The Apemen!”The ape men were a marvel of darwinian evolution.A missing link between man and ape feared for their fearsome appearance and cruelty.
In the darkness the people ran for their caves and the hooting stopped. Redspike clutched his spear waiting with bated breath.The low bushes rustled and the huge brutes stepped into the moonlight. Six feet foot to skul and covered with dark gray hair.There were ten. All with bright red eyes and huge fangs.They were bigger and faster then anyone in Red Spike’s clan but he was eager to fight one.The creatures could see and the dark and broke into a run the minute they saw the cave people hiding among the rocks and caves.The predators lunged forward and grabbed three of the young women including BrightLilly and this made RedSpike fill with a monsterous hatred. He charged from hiding to attack his future wife’s captor, the largest apeman in the troop. With a hoarse battle cry he lept on the creature’s back burying the spear into it’s shoulder. The apeman gave a cry that alerted his breatheren and the others swung into action grabbing the cave man in a vice like grip.The ape men threw him between each other like a limp doll. One was hungry and lifted the prisoner to his face to bury his fangs into the caveman’s flesh but all the ape met was the cold stone of the spear as RedSpike struck him directly in the eye. He was blindly thrown to the ground and the apemen decided to retreat into the jungle.RedSpike chased after the apemen in a long hard marathon through the maddening muck of the jungle till he reached the retched abominable abode of the apemen. It was dull muddy clearing at the heart of the jungle. It was filled with several beds of matted leaves and the ruins of an ancient stone idol of a god no one remembered. It was also littered with hundreds of bones. Bones of both man and beast alike.RedSpike weakly colapsed behind a bush and watch the horrible creatures participate in a bizarre ritual where they apeared to bow to the occult idol. RedSpike realized in horror that his bride to be was ment as a sacrifice and not food for the heathen monsters.His only chance to rescue her came in daylight for after their bizzare ritual the creatures slept on the beds of leaves and he and the victims of the apemen quickly ran into the jungle and back to the caves of the tribe.
The tribe watched their prey. A Hadrosaur,they were small,easy prey.Herbivores practically defenseless.
The Chief who’s name is Red Spike watched with stone spear at the ready.He was the greatest hunter of his tribe therefore he was chief. He and his hunters were stalking easy prey because food was scarce it was the middle of the dry season and the typical prey migrated in search of fresh vegetation. Red Spike gestured to his hunting party.
“We will move as quietly as the knife foot” he whispered.His tribe had always admired the ways of the knife feet(Deinonychus).Red Spike had earned his title from slaying an alpha male of a pack of them.He had been only sixteen when he had done so.As a trophy he had kept one of it’s blood stained talons.Thus he was given the name of Red Spike by his grandfather.
Now was the time to strike.With an ear splitting battle cry Redspike’s hunters attacked the herbivore spears at raised high.Red Spike managed to jump on it’s back a typical tactic of a knife foot.He then plunged it spear into the neck of the hadrasaur.In it’s dying shrieks something rustled in the brush.It was a stonehead(Pacysephalasaurus).They were larger then the hadrosaurs but unlike them they had a weapon,a hard boney helmet that it evolved to break even an Allosaurus’s spine.The stone head charged forward like a bull and struck one of the hunters aside like a rag doll.Then when another replaced him he met the same fate as he spine shattered with a sickening crack.When the hadrosaur collapsed Red Spike charged at the stone-head as fast as he could.He soon met it,empaling it on his pear in seconds.
The hunters marched through the brush with utmost speed.Red Spike marched proudly in front not fearing anything as usual barely noticing that what they were marching on was anything but ground.With a low moaning sigh a Styracasaurus ,knee deep in the mud gurgled to life.However it did not give any regard for the minuscule creatures that scuttled down it’s back.The cave men quickly ran away.As they reached the encampment they were met with great splendor.Their far more attractive wives had been harvesting fruit and sang and danced at their arrival.They sat around the central great hearth and warmed themselves. All of Red Spike’s kin were out for the feast. He inhaled the cool air He was still very young, late teens at most. His father the oldest of the tribe but retired as the cheif. He pulled his son aside to discuss something.
“Son,” he said “The years have passed quickly!”The retired chief smiled broadly as he said this.
“You have hunted as chief but is time for you to choose a wife as the chief,” he explained.
The younger one of the two hadn’t thought of this.A wife a queen to his kingdom.
“Is it really time” asked his mother, interupting.
“Yes it is Redflower,” replied her husband.
“But he is to young!”
“Do I have a say in this?” asked Redspike defiantly trying to break up the fight,
“Do you have a wife in mind?”asked the former chief.Red spike did indeed. He was looking at her right now. Her hair was long and as bright as the fire that illuminated it. She was thin and delicate as was her name.Her name was BrightLilly. However before he could tell his parents.
Without warning there hooting noise from the jungle.
“Run,stop the fire!”cried Red Spike “The Apemen!”The ape men were a marvel of darwinian evolution.A missing link between man and ape feared for their fearsome appearance and cruelty.
In the darkness the people ran for their caves and the hooting stopped. Redspike clutched his spear waiting with bated breath.The low bushes rustled and the huge brutes stepped into the moonlight. Six feet foot to skul and covered with dark gray hair.There were ten. All with bright red eyes and huge fangs.They were bigger and faster then anyone in Red Spike’s clan but he was eager to fight one.The creatures could see and the dark and broke into a run the minute they saw the cave people hiding among the rocks and caves.The predators lunged forward and grabbed three of the young women including BrightLilly and this made RedSpike fill with a monsterous hatred. He charged from hiding to attack his future wife’s captor, the largest apeman in the troop. With a hoarse battle cry he lept on the creature’s back burying the spear into it’s shoulder. The apeman gave a cry that alerted his breatheren and the others swung into action grabbing the cave man in a vice like grip.The ape men threw him between each other like a limp doll. One was hungry and lifted the prisoner to his face to bury his fangs into the caveman’s flesh but all the ape met was the cold stone of the spear as RedSpike struck him directly in the eye. He was blindly thrown to the ground and the apemen decided to retreat into the jungle.RedSpike chased after the apemen in a long hard marathon through the maddening muck of the jungle till he reached the retched abominable abode of the apemen. It was dull muddy clearing at the heart of the jungle. It was filled with several beds of matted leaves and the ruins of an ancient stone idol of a god no one remembered. It was also littered with hundreds of bones. Bones of both man and beast alike.RedSpike weakly colapsed behind a bush and watch the horrible creatures participate in a bizarre ritual where they apeared to bow to the occult idol. RedSpike realized in horror that his bride to be was ment as a sacrifice and not food for the heathen monsters.His only chance to rescue her came in daylight for after their bizzare ritual the creatures slept on the beds of leaves and he and the victims of the apemen quickly ran into the jungle and back to the caves of the tribe.
