carnage -- back off!

[&& carnage .]

name & Carnage.
species & Feathered Utah raptor.
gender & Male, xy.
age & Adult.

height & 6.5 ft.
length & 20 ft.
weight & 1,400 lb.

physical & Carnage is quite a stunning creature, like any dinosaur really is. The main coloring, or 'pelt' of this giant lizard is a deep, almost bloody red, hence the name. However, near his head is a blend of different colors, such as some green on his neck and jaws, and a bit of purple under his eyes. Ah, alas his eyes. Deep bloody red, much like the rest of his body. Like most feathered Utah raptors, Carnage has a set of feathers on his head, which sometimes tell his mood (such as angry, happy, etc). His shorter, stubby arms are equipped with feathers, although sadly he cannot use them to fly. On the ends of his wings are long, curved claws. The other feathers you can find on his legs and his tail. At the very tip of his tail there is a large ball of feathers. Carnage's legs are long, scaly, and yellow.

mental & Carnage, due to his long wings and equal balance, is quite a good hunter. Well, maybe not as much alone, but when he's hunting with his pack he puts as much effort into it as possible. Hence his name, Carnage sometimes fights other dinosaurs away from their prey, and eats the remains when he's too lazy to catch his own. This male would defiantly not make a good leader, since he's rude, snappy, and arrogant. His body language almost always tells you to back off, to stay away from him. Other than all this, he might make a good father. He's very protective towards the young ones in the herd, and would fight to the death to protect them, even if they aren't his. Carnage also hates lighting and thunder storms.

territory & Monsoon Plains.

sample role play from color scheme.

Rune watched Thyme hop happily back with his prize in his mouth. The red male glared at Thyme. A butterfly? That may be pretty, but it obviously took no skill to find. As if mine did either! Rune looked back at his mother as she began to speak, praising him. All that is gold does not glitter, And yet, this is more dear to me than all the jewels in the world, besides the sparkles in each of your eyes! It is indeed lovely, Rune. Show your sister what you’ve found! Rune turned towards his pink sister. He just stared at her, no emotions floating off of him. He knew it was Pepper's test for him. It’s very pretty. She slapped her tail across his face, and he really wanted to snap his maw on it. But no, he had to act nice.

Rune hardly listened to his mother give his brother praise. He simply watched the clouds roll by. Suddenly a voice sounded behind him and Rune turned around. He gulped slightly, it was their father. Of course, being the goody two shoes she was, Shemical immediately raced over to him. Mama’s asked that Rune and Thyme bring her something pretty; Rune gave her a pretty stone and Thyme offered a flower with a butterfly. I did miss you, Dad. I’m going to go find something for mama too! She raced away to pick flowers, so Rune turned his head back to Duke. He couldn't get over how much he looked like his father, yet in a way he was nothing like him.

Rune stood stiff legged, eyes narrowed. "Father," he said, a simple and unstated greeting. Rune glanced over at Thyme, all his hatred bottled up for now. That was pretty much how it was. One minute he hated him, the next they could be friends. But Rune knew they'd never be brothers. The small red male turned around as Chemical bounded back, flowers in her maw. It’s the hierarchy, mama. And you’re the queen, it’s all yours. Rune looked at the flowers. He found it a bit rude to give her those, claiming it was the hierarchy. Rune wondered why she chose to sit next to the violet flower instead of the red, but he kept his tongue.

Rune looked back at Duke, sadness flickering in the depths of his eyes. Thyme was always his favorite, and always will be. Rune muttered something silently and shifted his gaze towards the forest. A sudden feeling for blood swept over him momentarily. He needed something to clear his mind. Rune sniffed the air, looking over at Pepper for a moment. Lying down close to them. He padded over to her and laid between her paws, resting his small head on one of her legs. Rune didn't care what his siblings thought of him. He would act his own little way. One day, if Thyme came in his way of claiming the throne, he would kill him.

"Mother," he began, looking up at her, "Why is father never around? I mean, if you're queen, and he's your 'mate', why isn't he king?" Rune asked, starting up at her with his golden cat-like eyes. It was an honest question, really. The king should be the mate of the queen, no? And since Duke was technically Pepper's mate, wouldn't that make him King? Even though Rune didn't want Duke to be king, because then he'd have to wait till he died before he could even think of becoming king. Rune looked over at his sister. He knew that he should try and get along with her, even though she wasn't a pure red.

Rune shifted his feet a bit, ears twitching slightly. He didn't know if he should go over and talk to her or not. He knew Pepper would probably want him to. After all, she wanted all her pups to get along with each other. Rune turned around and snuggled his face into her soft chest, enjoying her warmth. It was just like when they were warm, curling up next to each other, no thoughts of one day ruling the valley. Rune lifted his head and looked at Thyme. He knew Thyme also hated him, thinking he was just a stupid kit born last. But Rune knew one day he would be able to take Thyme down.

"And mother, why does my father like Thyme so much? I look exactly like him, except I'm shorter than Thyme. Who... Who's your favorite mom?" Rune looked up at her, even though he already knew the answer. No matter what she said, Chemical would always be dearest to her. Rune looked into the forest, slightly annoyed. Thyme was Duke's favorite, and Chemical was Pepper's. Where did that leave him? A small whimper escaped his lips, but no one else could of heard it. He just laid down again, slightly closing his eyes.

[Styx]

Looks good! Accepted!