Dawn Of A New Age

Prospect

As the sun rises up into the vastness of the sky, the haunting sounds of the night lessen but still remain. The clan of Bloodmaw is waking up to the approaching day, their jobs already evident upon their minds.

The metriacanthosaurus's eyes opened slowly, his body heavily sore from his wounds he had received from the blind rex. "H-huh am I dead...?"

Gambit looked at him fairly surprised he hadn't expected him to wake up. "No, but you about did."

"Huh, who are you?", asked the brute with wary eyes.

"I'm Gambit. Guess you can say I'm a herbalist.", replied the raptor who glanced at Scarface.

"I'm Deviant...", replied the metriacanthosaurus.

Gambit stared at Deviant, it was hard to determine if the guy was good or bad. After all he attacked and killed a nest, which was just something you didn't do unless you wanted to start trouble. The aura he gave off was like he didn't seem fazed by the fact he almost died.

Furthermore, the brute looked like he didn't do anything wrong when clearly he did.

"Well Deviant, want to tell me about yourself?", asked Gambit.

Deviant looked at Gambit, his eyes were hard to read. "I'm just a rogue brute who is struggling."

Gambit was bothered by the brute, he just didn't seem right. "You know you are in a clan?"

Deviant looked around with his orange eyes, he some what laughed under his breath. "No kidding?"

Gambit nodded slowly before looking toward Bloodmaw, "He's..."

Deviant intervened in a deep hushed voice, "What are you doing mate!?!"

Gambit quickly looked at him, "The leader wishes to speak with you once you got up."

Deviant gave a small smile it was rather manipulative, "Come on man! I am still sore! Besides, he doesn't need to know right away!"

Gambit frowned sharply, his awareness was pretty good at determining how a person was. "I am sorry but I will follow the leader and his orders."

Deviant's smile disappeared, his orange eyes hardened. "..."

Gambit looked at him, he wasn't going to be scared by him. "He's up."

Bloodmaw looked over some what surprised but he walked over, Deviant on the other hand looked away not at all making eye contact.

Gambit slowly stood up but kept his eyes on Deviant. "He's known as Deviant."

Bloodmaw looked at Gambit before looking at Deviant, "Tell me what was your goal?"

"Goal?", replied Deviant clearly acting like he knew nothing.

Bloodmaw frowned at his words, the wounded brute apparently had a ego on him. "You attacked a nest, and killed offspring."

Some clans forbid offspring, only clans that are well enough and strong enough were allowed to have offspring. This was necessary to minimize the danger, for the offspring attracted a constant flow of blind beasts.

In well enough clans it was considered a crime to kill offspring, only cause there was so little of those with a conscious mind. Granted many would wake up, but it was hard to determine when they would.

Deviant kept his head away as he said, "It was easy food."

Bloodmaw's expression hardened, sure it happened a lot in this world but blind beast did it. To hear him say this was disgusting to admit. "You are large enough and strong enough to get food on your own by hunting. To feast on a nest is something dishonorable."