Board Thread:Off-Topic Discussion/@comment-28009263-20170702193612/@comment-32337650-20171027004014

A few minutes later, dozens of compys are scurrying around and feasting on the stunned insects. Within the hour all traces of the swarm is gone, and only a few feathers from squabbles were left behind. One unfortunate compy was slow to escape, so Visory caught it by the tail and devoured it alive.

They managed to return with a rather large pteranodon to use for the sail. Visory secludes himself from the rest of the group and sits near the supplies. He stares at the scorpion eggs that they managed to save, wondering if he should boil them when nobody is looking. Then they start to wobble, and cracks start to appear in the shell.

"Um, guys?" Visory nervously calls out. "I don't think any of us have parental experiences or know how to deal with babies, but the scorpion eggs are hatching and well..."

The first pulmonoscorpious sticks it's head out of the shell. It's a beautiful navy blue color, and it nips at the air with it's fragile pincers. Visory holds out a claw to poke it, and it scurries onto his arm. It crawls up to his head and stubbornly stays there, despite the dakotaraptor's attempts to shake it off.