Realm of The Obscure.

A short ecology/creature background . And don’t be shy, let me know what you think of it .

February. Out in the fields to the east of Boroughs town (the worker‘s camp), a mild rain storm slowly blows past the bush land. Lightly falling rain sprinkles from the lingering dark gray islands of water vapor, the sound of loud thunder rolls off in the distance towards the town in the west. A cunning hunter stalks amongst the fringe of a shallow mixed woodland. Broad leafed trees and pines overlook the fields of brush and tall grasses to the east. A lean, toothy snout, peeks out from behind a stand of knee high grass by the trunk of a White Pine, nostrils flaring as the creature gathers information on the status of the bedraggled environment. It then retracts into the cover of the grass, concealing itself and walking carefully towards a small muddy pound in a small clearing seconded by long grass. The wary predator halts, as a bright chary Redskimmer (the dragonfly Rhodopygia hinei) abruptly flies over to the small opening and lands by the pound for a quick drink. Soon a small wandering Rusty Millipede (the millipede Trigoniulus corallinus) comes into view, making its way to the rain water pound as well. Stocks of drenched green sway outwards as the stalker finally pounces out to attempt snatching the Redskimmer. A three foot long Dinosauromorph covered in proto-feathers and osteoderms known as, Lewisuchus admixtus, leaps out with it’s mouth agape and it’s five fingered hands out stretched. The shocked Redskimmer franticly flutters up, barley lifting itself off the mud and swiftly maneuvering around the Lewisuchus’ snapping jaws and swiping paws, escaping upwards into the gloomy overcast from the grassy clearing. While the damp hunter watches its prey fly away, it suddenly turns to face the now startled Rusty Millipede, as it begins to roll into a spiraling exoskeletal disk. Approaching the frightened invertebrate with grisly intent, the straight limbed quadruped gallops forwards, suddenly stopping in surprise, as the four foot long fanged Ornithischian, Heterodontosaurus tucki, seizes the Rusty Millipede with its own five digit forelimbs. Short proto-feathers and dorsal quills sharply raised in protest to its opposition, the primitive Ornithischian lets out a sharp hiss whilst the frustrated Lewisuchus barks loudly, standing on its long legs to swipe with it’s clawed paws at the opportunistic omnivore‘s face. In retaliation, the Heterodontosaurus snaps at the fuzzy croc, then yawns to wield its interlocking fangs for a possible lunge. The ravenous Dinosauromorph inflates its small wattle, clacks its long jaws together and flexes its fuzzy arms in a kind of flapping motion. Eventually the fanged marauder has had enough and yields, dropping the many legged morsel to the damp earth and fleeing into the tall grass. Victorious, the carnivore takes it’s new prize and disappears back into the dense vegetation, crunching on the snack as it heads off into the woods.