Board Thread:Off-Topic Discussion/@comment-26941921-20160517120317/@comment-27163598-20160929203221

Dusk approaches.

The utter swamp, a clutch of eggs finally hatch, the mother and the farther, stand there, waiting for their youth to spring to life. They are kaprosuchuses. Many eggs are nests are coming alive with all times of croc species like sarcosuchus, karpsuchus, deinosuchus, postosuchus, even armadillosuchus, and many more.

The father kapro is a lucky bitten, it's obvious, he is bigger, stronger and spikyer then normal kaprosuchus. He has crossed claws and high hopes, they thing about lucky bitten animals is that it has only a low chance of it being passed on to the kids, he knows that not all of them will be lucky, but he would like at least three. Lucky bitten's children are never as strong as lucky bitten them selfs as the effects wear off through generations.

The eggs are successful open and little long legged croc go running around the nest. The mom and dad try to cool them down so they can see which ones are lucky. They have two surprises, six of them are female, all an aqua greeny blue, only one is male, the seventh, and he is the only lucky one as well. He stretches and yawns, he is very much spiky, that's for shore. The parents need names, they didn't expect so many female so they are a it short on names, but they have one for the boy right off the bat. Pike. They think it's pretty cool, but don't judge.