7 Change

Darkness quickly fell upon the clan that was once ruled by Crusher, Baldur now leading them began to walk to another location that would soon be the next new camp. Devastate followed behind of course, he looked around taking notice of individuals who were noticeably fearful of the new leader.

His wounds from the battle he wore like trophies, he wasn't concerned about treating his wounds. Baldur stopped and looked to those who had followed him. "Listen up, there will be changes to how things will be run."

Devastate lifted his massive cranium as he looked at Baldur, the sounds of the night quickly rolling in.

"Those who can't keep up will be replaced.", smirked Baldur. "I don't know what your last leader had planned, but it would be wise to forget it! I am the new leader and I will not tolerate weaklings."

Devastate didn't know what to think, this change was something he wanted so why was he feeling the way that he was. He felt like he made the wrong call.

"Hunting is a must, everyone must hunt! Everyone must fight! Those who refuse to fight will be disposed of!"

The numbers that follow Baldur were some what declining, there was none that ate vegetation for they all fled. It was a good bet that those who are fearful may flee as well or else be killed. From the way Baldur spoke, he wanted his clan to prosper in a different way. No weakness, only those that live off of conflict. Sawtooth much to the surprise of Devastate supported Baldur. Kissing up was another thing since the spinosaurus was definitely buttering up the new leader.

Devastate looked back on occasion as if expecting to see Scarface, he still had the thought that he was dead. Not looking for him, there was a good bet that he was dead. The regret slowly swallowed up the brute, his comrade was left to die and he was to blame. He would have to live with it.

Baldur smirked as he looked at Sawtooth who gave a twisted grin, "Also, females won't be off limits."

Devastate looked bothered by that, he still believed that females were trouble. That or his heart remained for his mate, even if she was dead he still was faithful to her.

"Have any questions?", asked Baldur who smirked.

No one said a word, the stillness in the dark air was thick. Of course, none dared to speak up due to their fear. There was a good guarantee that if any spoke up against Baldur he may just punish them, that or kill them.

"Good. Let's get our camp together and bring forth a new era!", cackled Baldur as he turned and began to walk.

Devastate could only follow, much like the others who were terrified. The new clan had large carnivores, and that was all. Baldur only accepted the strong and the massive, this new direction for the clan was going to be a force unlike any other. But that was it, Baldur was not like Crusher. Baldur was going to shape this clan up to be terrifying. There would be no respect just intimidation and fear.

The night brought movement from deep within the forestry, the sounds of the blind made the night come alive. Scarface looked around with watchful eyes, his wound still slowed him down but he pushed on. Gambit followed close behind with Swiftscale behind him. The three brutes were making their way forward and away from the clan that was once their safe haven.

No one would be safe with that clan, not with that rogue leading. Scarface didn't know where to go but anywhere was better than being close to the clan.

The three of them were on their own, the hope was high that they would survive and live to see another day. By following what Crusher believed, then the future would be bright for all of them. Scarface could not rest, only cause the blind never rested. He was wounded and he had to be on guard. The blind would easily end his life if he wasn't careful.

Gambit looked at Scarface in silence, he looked down as he kept up with him. It was not that difficult to keep up with Scarface, his wound clearly showed how much it was putting on him.

"How did you get that nasty wound?", asked Swiftscale. He noted that he was hurt, so now seeing it he asked.

"That rogue.", snorted Scarface.

Swiftscale frowned, "I see."

"The rex got reeled in by him.", added Gambit looking back at Swiftscale.

"Devastate! Really..?", exclaimed Swiftscale.

Scarface looked down as they talked about Devastate, to think he would do that. He trusted him, and he still did. Maybe, he shouldn't.

Gambit glanced at Scarface and he looked down, "Yeah, Scarface is still beating himself up about it."

"Why? It wasn't his fault?", spoke Swiftscale sincerely.

Scarface sighed, "I think it is, I couldn't stop him."

Gambit gave him a stern frown, "You did what you could! Ugly tattoos was the one not you!"

Swiftscale looked down, "I think we should decide what to do now, we are alone. No clan."

Gambit looked back at him before looking at Scarface, "..."

Scarface looked down before glancing back at him, he some what agreed with him but there was no other clans around. As far as he knew there wasn't.

Also Swiftscale changed the topic quite fast, and Scarface was some what glad about that. Though, he couldn't help but think and feel the way that he did. Devastate was so focused on talking about change that it became a endless battle. The behemoth hated the rules, now look at what happened. This change he wanted so badly had changed the clan and now it was heading in a dark direction.

This went to show that everyone had a different view on things, this different view really changed things and fast.

"Do you think there is another clan out here?", spoke Gambit.

Swiftscale frowned, "I don't."

"All we can do is keep moving.", was all that came out of Scarface's mouth.

The night seemed endless for it hugged the tiniest of corners, but the darkness slowly lifted as the faint appearance of light came.

A ethereal light broke through the darkness, the forest seemed glad at the approaching dawn. All night the three brutes walked, but it ceased suddenly.

Scarface collapsed and panted, his eyes were closed.

"Damn it! I told him to take it easy!", growled Gambit as he checked his wound.

Swiftscale looked around before looking at Gambit, "What now?"

Gambit looked grim as he looked at him, "I fear that he maybe close to having a fever, if he does then it is cause his wound is infected. We need to clean it."

Swiftscale looked at the wound, it obviously looked inflamed. "Clean it in water where there is danger?"

Gambit looked down, "Damn it."

Scarface was in and out of consciousness, his body was extremely hot. The pain from the wound had engulfed him fully, he couldn't make out the words spoken.

Swiftscale frowned watching Scarface, he could clearly see that he was suffering and it was due to the wound. No doubt he pushed himself to hard, this in turn made his wound worse. "What should we do?", he asked.

Gambit looked up at him and he frowned snarling, "We try and treat him!"

Swiftscale looked surprised by this, "We are no where close to water!"

Gambit stood up, "I will run back and get some water, I'll also get some herbs. I will not let another one die!"

Swiftscale was about to say something when a loud sound captured his attention. "..!"

Gambit flinched looking back, there was movement behind them as the trees moved.

Out of the trees walked a rex, his body was black with blood red coloring. His massive body was layered with different bones, and upon his cranium was a torosaurus skull. His head shifted to look at the three, his right eye was missing for a nasty looking scar made its home where his eye use to be.

Behind the rex walked out a ceratosaurus, whose body was also layered by bones.

Swiftscale blinked a few times before looking back at Gambit who looked at the two. This was clearly a serious situation for anything could happen. The rex clearly led a clan, the crown upon his head gave indication to that.

"Who are you.", spoke the rex walking toward them. His voice was deep but his tone sharp.

"We are castaways.", responded Gambit who lowered his head. "We mean no harm to you."

Swiftscale lowered his head as well, "Yes."

The rex looked at them before looking to where Scarface lay, he looked back at the ceratosaurus. "What do you think?"

The ceratosaurus gave a smile, her colors were a perfect blend of dark brown and light brown. "I don't think they could do anything. Besides, they would of attacked by now hm?"

The rex smirked as he approached Scarface, "Right."

Swiftscale looked stunned as the rex picked up Scarface and placed him upon his back.

Gambit blinked and he gave a grateful smile, "Thank you."

The ceratosaurus gave a laugh as she looked at the rex, "Don't thank me yet. Besides, you all seem smart enough."

"He is hurt and I think we need to see to his wound.", spoke Gambit following after the rex.

Swiftscale followed carefully as he looked at the ceratosaurus, "I am Swiftscale."

"Ooh, a swimmer huh?", spoke the ceratosaurus with a smile.

The rex looked at Gambit by glancing at him, "Let us see what we can do."

"That is Bloodmaw.", spoke the ceratosaurus looking at the rex with a bit of a smile.

Swiftscale looked at Bloodmaw in silence, he nodded now knowing what to call him.

Gambit looked a little relieved that they were going to help them, but he looked at the ceratosaurus as he said, "We will leave once our friend is in good enough shape. We already caused you to waste your time on us."

The ceratosaurus laughed before saying, "It is no trouble! Besides we are looking for some to help us out!"

Swiftscale blinked as she said this, "Really?"

"Yep!", exclaimed the ceratosaurus

Swiftscale looked at Gambit before looking up once Bloodmaw spoke, "Ebony, you are to outgoing."

Gambit looked a little unsure about this, they were not going to kill them which was good. He didn't know if he can fully trust them though.

Ebony looked at Bloodmaw as she followed him, "We need to be outgoing, after all there is not enough of us you know?"

Swiftscale looked at Gambit in silence, while Gambit looked at him. It was hard to determine if things were looking up, but at least they were able to get help for Scarface.

The area they came to was greatly unfamiliar, but there were a few others who waited for Bloodmaw to return. Gambit was surprised for there were two youngsters running around and playing. It had been a long time since he saw offspring.

Swiftscale watched as the two played, he then looked around to see that there were not many others who were there. Bloodmaw watched his two children play with a little smile, he then moved so he could get Scarface off of his back.

"We lost a few, our old home was taken over by the blind. We lost a few on the way, we don't know where they are or if they are even alive.", spoke Ebony deciding to share what had happened.

Gambit nodded as he walked over to check on Scarface, "Kind of sounds like us."

Swiftscale watched Gambit before looking at Ebony, "Well thank you for helping us, really."

Ebony gave a smile as she walked away. "I will see if I can find anything to help."

Bloodmaw decided to watch his children but looked at another brute who was with him, both behemoths talked to one another away from curious ears.

Gambit frowned as he looked at Swiftscale, it was hard to tell what they should do once Scarface was able to move. All they could do was stay where they are and hope for the best.