Board Thread:Off-Topic Discussion/@comment-28009263-20170702193612/@comment-32070106-20171014180654

Is a Carcharadontasaurus, wearing a cloak. On closer inspection, the cloak is made out of the skins of many different dinosaurs, sewn together. The Dryosaur's skin is one of them.

Maya takes a sharp breath. "YOU."

The Carcharadontasaurus says, "Greetings. It seems you remember me."

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Name: Hunter

Species: Carcharadontasaurus

Gender: Male

Age: Mid 30s in human years

Appearance: Pure black, with baleful yellow eyes. Wears a cloak made up of many different dinosaur skins.

Personality: Revels in his hunts. Has a pack of tormented Megalanias as pack hounds. Amazing sense of smell leads to him almost always getting his prey. Then he loves to skin them and add them to his cloak.

Likes: The hunt, his cloak

Dislikes: His prey getting away. He will hunt someone to the ends of the Rift if that happens.

History:


 * Adopted into the Tribe at an early age.


 * Loved the hunt.


 * Banished for attempting to kill and skin Maya.


 * Has killed SO MANY dinosaurs to make his cloak.

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The Hunter smiles. "Puny lizards. I would kill you, but you're not worthy. Maya, though... that skin is quite exquisite. It has gotten more refined with age. I think I will take it off your dead corpse."

Maya's expression of pure loathing could kill a dinosaur at 50 paces. "Your death shall be a fitting gift for the Tribe. ATTACK!" she screams.