Trespasser

Part III~Lonely Soul

The sounds of the night slowly rolled in, the lone male known as Mamba didn't notice how late it was until he opened his amber eyes and saw the darkness around him. Crickets, cries of smaller dinosaurs, squeaking of rodents, distant calls of creatures much larger than himself.

What awful noises!?!

Mamba chuffed out loudly in great annoyance, that annoyance transformed into pain once he moved in a way that it made his sore leg pulse in dull pain. That black raptor and his whole posse were nothing but cowards.
Utter garbage.

Wastes of space!

A pack bumming off and stealing meals were no pack but a waste of air. Even though he hated his 'pack' at least they were better than them for they hunted and never stole a meal. Just that thought made his spirits lift, though it collapsed into a million pieces for he was not in a pack anymore. He was alone and it was his packs fault.
It was their fault!

He even bet that they were struggling to fill in the beta rank after they lost him. Oh, how he wished to see them squirm.

Mamba sighed, the only sound that would communicate with him was the light breeze of the chilly night. Though, it was hotter than normal it still could get quite cold during the night time. Honestly, this cold air was a blessing to him. He hated hot weather, especially overly hot weather.

Some days, he could feel the heat pound upon his scales harshly and he could not believe he was thinking such thoughts but he missed his home. That land was incredible much like himself, they were meant to be together and yet here he was in a awful place and sharing it with a embarrassment of a raptor pack.

Sure, there was water and food but it made him sick to have that sham of a pack nearby.

Mamba lowered his head down again on the ground as he tried to rest his eyes again, somehow he had fallen asleep and he wondered if he could go to sleep again. But sleep would not come.

Opening his eyes once more was he frustrated. The sounds of the night were keeping him awake, and these sounds were common in the jungle. He was not the only one who lived there for there were others who had made this place as their home.

Such infuriating sounds.

Mamba slowly stood up upon his feet, his left leg was aching from that struggle with that raptor who had stolen his food. His sharp eyes narrowed as he looked around his surroundings, he could make out shapes in the forest floor. The lone male could only hear the sound of the breeze and his deep sounding snorts as he took in the air of darkness around him.

He was being watched, he knew that.

Mamba looked at both sides of himself with a focused stare, his head lowered as he begun to take steps forward for he was being mindful of the noises that he wanted to make.

In a instant a loud rustle came from one bush then two, which in turn made Mamba freeze. His cranium quickly turned to the sounds of rustling bushes, before he knew it he was looking around him like a paranoid mess. The rustling had stopped but the sounds were still ongoing throughout his head.

WHOSE THERE!?!

His thoughts roared this as his amber eyes grew wide in his frustration and paranoia. The cries of the jungle were much higher now as he stood there completely petrified.

His rib cage was going in and out as he took in loud sounding breaths. His maw was open for he was beginning to pant. The wound on the left side of his maw was still moist with blood much like the wound that rests upon his chest. These injuries were pulsing in pain with each breath that he took.