Board Thread:Off-Topic Discussion/@comment-26941921-20170316021055/@comment-26941921-20170316221221

I'ma start.

Charcoal chased his prey, a young iguanadon, through the forests. He hasn't eaten scince that megalosaurus attacked him. His protofeathers were all but nonexistant fuzz on his back, rustling as he charged silently towards the creature. His instincts told him to strike, and he swung down his upper jaw like a hatchet onto its back. The iguanodon bellowed in pain, and he was able to catch up, and use his teeth to bite down hard on its neck. Maybe too hard. The head came clean off, boood trickling. Charcoal didn't care, he cared about the food. He snorted. Charcoal opened his jaws and devoured his kill. He felt something other than stress and hunger for weeks; triumph. He finished the kill, and headed towards the water hole for a nice drink to go down with his meal.