The morning dew from the yellowed grass dripped down the stalks, hitting the ground and disappearing instantly. The sky is clear, and the fluffy white clouds float above the sunlight soaked landscape. A wild testacornibus grazes a short distance away from his group, munching on the plentiful green ferns that grow near the yellow grass. He is wary of his surroundings, but he is slightly distracted by how good the ferns taste. This tiny fact is what lead to his untimely demise.
Before he could finish chowing down on the bright green sprout, the Alloraptor had him on his side, and was tearing out all of his organs, feasting on the tastiest ones. What had happened had only been seen by a lone pterovexus, who had watched the Alloraptor jump out of the bush and attack. Unbeknownst to the Alloraptor, the Testacornibus was still alive. As the Alloraptor ate, the organs began to regenerate. Before the Testa was finished healing though, the Alloraptor left, having eaten his fill. The Testa got up, and vowed that he would kill that Alloraptor, even if it was the last thing he did.
Meanwhile, the Alloraptor was happy, and it was because he had managed to take down his first Testacornibus. He had planned for weeks, waiting for that one Testacornibus to wander off, as he usually did. And he had succeeded.
He couldn’t wait to tell his Alloraptor friends, who, for some reason, were still obsessed with the old ways of fighting fairly in arenas. He only knew of a few other creatures that followed the rituals, and those were the Gemini’s and the Grypolyth’s. But that didn’t matter right now, because he was happy, and he wasn’t going to worry about the old ways.
He walked through the meadow, and came across a small river. A stegoceratops stared at him, her eyes warning him of the danger he could face if he attacked her. He took a sip of the clear water, and was almost bitten by a feisty Antarctovenator. He jumped back, and laughed at how slow it was. Insulted, the Anatarcto slid back into the water.
The Alloraptor walked away, back into the meadow. He didn’t see the Testacornibus watching him, following him, hunting him.