Kerl races throu the dense undergrowth, taking big stride on the damp earth of prehistoric forest as he led his humble pack. Eyes sharp, nostrill taking in all the scent. The cretaceous jungle were very much, alive—but not in the cartoonish way. It was like an asylum, with no bar, and everyone here is crazy.
He want nothing more than to get out of this green hell. «c'mon please... appear!» He begged.
Scanning his surrounding, figuring out what things are, he keeps turning his head at every new things.
«that's a fern, i dunno poisonous or not, plus i only know velociraptor loves meat. so— probably nope.»
He didn't let things linger in his thought for too long, he had to rush. If not, he may come to find his time machine already in the belly of a ginormous dinos. He ran left— followed by his pack.
«is that a rock or some turtle? ok, just a rock. that's some grass, or maybe somebody's tail?»
He crouched nearby and saw what it was. «yep, that's a snake—bad! bad! bad!» he stormed off upon seeing it. The raptors chirped in confusion as he backpedaled, nearly tripping over his own tail. But they still followed him anyway.
He sighed inwardly «the struggle is real.. where else could i find some much needed food? i'm reaching dead end here.» nobody taught him survival before, the fact that he survived was already a big deal. «god, i miss Uber Eats»
But Kerl didn't gave up, he had been stubborn since he was young. His parent used to scold him for always doing things His way. Though it was this stubbornness that made him very capable in the first place.
Hours passes yet there was still no sign of a good prey.
«If only these dinos were adorned by neon light like mcdonald i'd have easier time finding them..»
«I wish i could just order some cheese burger to throw them at these raptor pack's face and demand allegiance....» He wished so very deeply, but there were none. He had to do this the traditional jurassic way.
He missed the modern life dearly, about not having to move an inch but still able to eat, about the convenience of everything-instant.
«it would be fine if i ate alone, i could just hunt smaller prey but i got people to feed...» He turned around to look at his dinos. «if only they would eat plants too...» He felt annoyed.
Just as he was about to give up and live as a dino for the remainder of his life.. "RAH" one of the raptors spotted a decent prey.
Growing impatient from having to search so long for a single, Kerl just ran with all his might, leaped across 2 meter and landed head first to the protoceratop's neck, his voracious rage allowed the teeth to sink in.
His patience had it's limit.
Shocked by the sudden assault, the dino flailed to remove the attacker but it only made them rip it's throat.
His gangs of raptor quickly made their own attack on the poor fella. The big creature barely had time to let out a noise before it was killed.
Kerl did tail whip to reprimand the raptors who were about to dig in the dead creature's carcasses. He used all his claws and mouth to cut it to pieces like college student with their pizza. He grabbed nearby vine and ropes to create an inferior rope which he used to tie the battle spoils. Each portion, he made the raptors carry them. «lookin fancy, louis vuitton should hire me!»
They made their way across the forest, leaving behind only the bones of what was formerly a living protoceratops.
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When you thought life couldn't get any harder, it does. What he thought was gonna be a safe walk home, annoying raptors appeared, looking to get a bite from his precious stockpile.
Midway throughout the appearance, he changed his mind from attacking them.
«wait, this was what i've been looking for! more manpower!»
He put down the stuff he was carrying and fearlessly walked forward to the biggest of the pack, they were surrounding him and his gang. They were looking at Kerl and his pack's kill like it was promised to them 3000 years ago.
Kerl did another one of his signature roar, "QUACK" which was met with aggressive hiss.
Kerl had one thought. «must i destroy these guys also? they clearly doesn't know they're facing a genius who was given the perfect body to accompany his brilliant fight iq»
Kerl fought like a man who watched to much dricus du-plesis and replicated the drunk bar mma technique, he swung his head sloppily as he rushed, ducking to grab the opposing alpha's leg and pulling for a takedown.
He didn't care whether they looked pretty or not, so long as he won. That is all that mattered.
Like a fisherman swinging their fishing rod. With his whole back momentum, Kerl easily took the fellow down. «Does height matter when you're on the ground and i'm not?» he thought to himself, not like they would understand his speech anyway. This is the only language every creature understand, the most primal, more than even runes.
The language of violence!
But before he truly waged war, he ran back to his pack like a scaredy cat. It was to catch opposing pack off-guard. Why would a clearly superior alpha take step back?
While they were wary, he grab the meat he previously got and demonstrated something. Kerl made a noise, and kerl's underling did too. Kerl whip his tail and spun it, which made his pack spun on the place. «good job haha!» he praised inwardly as he nodded, he then gave a piece of meat to his pack.
He turned to opposing pack and did the same, whipping his tail to make sound then spinning it. They didn't quite catch the note, so kerl turned back to his pack and did the same, they spun which caused him to nod and throwing a piece of meat again.
He had hoped the opposing pack saw what happen if they did as his pack did due to the meat's temptation and power of a strong alpha. «please work!»
soon, the opps passed his vibe check and did their very own spin. Kerl nodded and gave them a piece of meat, until everyone did it in sync. He finally became the raptor's very own drill sergeant.