The Dakotaraptor noticed the darkness change, soon it was pitch black, near impossible for anything to see. She blinked, her eyes couldn't adjust to the inky darkness, nothing in Hell could see through the night. Just a normal night, everything was dead silent, no wind, no birds chirping, no chitters of anything. Dead. Silent. She laid down, the Icy ash was oddly comfortable, her rough plumage made it seem softer. She closed her eyes and collapsed her head in the snow, as she drifted asleep.
The shift from Inky Blackness to a dark dawn awoken the Dakotaraptor. She stood weakly, every passing day was a day closer to starvation... she had to eat. The Dakotaraptor started trotting around the tundra in an effort to find something, anything, to sink her needle-like teeth into. She ruffled her feathers, and flattened them, in an effort to smoothen them out... failure. She continued trotting, which eventually turned to a run. She got to a Forest, the invisible Demon from her past hung from the first trees, tangled in dead branches, it's wings were ripped up and looked like bone, it's skull was empty, pure white eyes and the starved, pale look of it... the thing came from Hell, dying in its own home... Hell. The Demon's fuzz was rough and almost needle-like, its body was being held together by the thin flesh, no muscle mass remained.
As the Dakotaraptor started to continue forth, the Demon leaped our at her, it's dead body had some spark in it... stillness, branches fell around the two and the Demon's sharp beak stabbing into the Dakotaraptor's forearm. The Dakotaraptor slashed its gut with her claws, the rotten smell of the animal rushed out, she kicked it off of her, standing, blood dropped from her claws.
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Fall of Hell
Historische fictieThis story takes place in the aftermath of the KPG Mass Extinction, in Hell Creek. It follows a young Dakotaraptor in her struggle to survive
