1 Life

When we are born, we don't know a thing about the world we were entering. Life opens its hands to us as if teasing us, but right behind follows the shadow of death. It really doesn't matter if you are big or small, you are still susceptible to death no matter what you do. It is tantalizing how life toys with your emotions, when it knows you wouldn't survive a day. We use to accept death, after all it was common. Terrorizing anything in our path, feasting relentlessly without a care in the world. That was once our life, we just didn't care.

It is so strange now, we use to see death in a different light. But once we opened our eyes and minds, we saw a massive difference. Life is suppose to be something more worth while no matter how much it torments us. It chose you and a few others to prevail, and we believe that our birth was a test. We had to prove ourselves to life, after all we had to surpass the test against all odds. Why else would we live and continue to do so?

Everyone from what we believe starts out the same, we are small once we enter this game of survival.

We learn. We fight. We survive. We live.

Life doesn't want those who are weak, it wants the strongest. As cruel as that sounds, vulnerability will not save you in this world. For as long as we can remember, we speak of our forefathers being successful only cause they were. They faced anything and everything that stood before them. That much we know and we must follow that example.

How do you know you are chosen? You don't. When you open your eyes for the first time, you aren't simply branded by life. As you take your first step, you encounter your first real test. Know what is a threat to you and remember it fast, for you only have one chance and that is it. You can't take it back once you make that crucial choice. Choices and mistakes like that lead into consequences that ultimately will cost you severely. We may think to seriously into things, but we must. Otherwise, our very life can abruptly end. Life is such a powerful thing, yet it can be ripped from your very hands in a instant.

Everything is connected to this survival game, and as such we are definitely connected. We know this, and we remember it. Oddly enough we respect it.

As our thoughts cease we open our eyes from our slumber, and we are then reminded where we stand in this so called food chain. My body, my mind, my experiences flood back to me. You may say I'm a power thinker, that or I'm to serious. Either way think what you will, I'm living just like you.

"Hrmph.", snorted a allosaurus whose face is covered in scars. The most noticeable scar is the one in between his topaz colored eyes. His hide was a dark green color, and adorned upon his muscular frame were bones that looked to be like armor. Shifting his cranium did he look back to another, his expression wasn't pleased.

"You in a sour mood already?", asked a deep rough voice that was similar to a growl of a much larger carnivore who stalked behind him with the same bone armor. However, upon his large cranium rested a trike skull.

That very trike skull symbolizes that he was the voice of his clan. A leader if you will. That helm also gave hint to him being a excellent fighter who was intelligent enough to know what decisions he needed to make. Any leader must make the hardest of decisions, even the ones that determine if one life was more important than another.

"Isn't it best to be in a sour mood?", hissed out the allosaurus who looked around their surroundings. The leader was much larger than him, but of course he was a rex.

As the wind began to pick up, so did the scent of blood. This scent was always so strong, but one couldn't simply forget that smell. That aroma was one of the sweetest smells, but now it was a indicator of stale death.

"Anger can lead to blindness.", spoke the rex who looked toward the direction of the blood. The allosaurus snorted loudly to his response, but didn't say anything more. "Scarface.", growled the rex loudly clearly not satisfied with the silence.

Scarface huffed loudly before saying, "I hear you."

It happens, it always happens. Death awaits at every corner, to Scarface he literally detested death. One could come to hold a grudge on someone, but to harbor one against death was odd but not unheard of. Why a grudge on death?, he detested it for taking away his loved one. Grudges can lead to a cold outcome, the leader obviously knew this as he stared at him. The sounds of cries surrounded them, the stench of death remained.

"Let's go.", gruffly spoke the rex who turned away back into the dense forest.

Scouting areas was a normal occurrence, it had to be done to know what is going on around them. Scarface followed behind but stopped glancing behind him before walking again. Blood was a give away that something died, no doubt another blind beast made a kill somewhere.

Blind beast, that is what we call those who are still living in the darkness. We opened our eyes, but there were still those who remain blind. They kill and feast, that is all they care about. It's disgusting really how barbaric they look, but we were once like that. How do we open our eyes?, we simply do. The first time you open your eyes, it is a unforgettable experience. The appearance of the world becomes different, almost brighter. Those who are blind still see the world dully, as they remain in the dark.

Scarface was one of the best hunters within their clan, he held no remorse for who he was killing. Hunting those who are blind doesn't really feel all that bad, after all they obviously don't feel anything unlike him who feels and actively thinks. Many would say different, everything feels something. Perhaps, to Scarface he felt better killing something that didn't have a conscious. Lifting his cranium did he look ahead of his leader, his eyes sharp for any movement.

Several days ago their camp was attacked by a few blind beasts, luckily they had enough strength to fight them off. There is so many differences between them. The way they attack and react were so different to Scarface and others like him. It was reckless, overly aggressive and clumsy.

Don't underestimate them though, take your eyes off of them for a second and you die. They don't play fair, which makes the situation all the more dire. Killing them first is important for if you don't they will. As the camp came into sight, was there a bit of a commotion. As always the camp isn't safe, but it was something that they came to terms with. Blind beasts don't care about boundaries, they are going to come in whenever they want.

The leader frowned upon seeing the commotion, it would seem that they lost more food again. Scarface knew that the moment he saw where some were looking. It was frustrating but life comes with obstacles. At least to him there were tons of those who were blind that he could hunt.

This camp was divided by different groups, those who consume meat while others eat fish or vegetation. Some call them factions for those who eat vegetation tend to do their own thing which was fine. There still is that faint resentment between those who eat meat and those who eat vegetation. It was something that couldn't be helped, since they were divided when they use to be blind.

"Don't panic we will get more food.", spoke the rex who displayed his authority. His posture was something that many admired while some fear him. The camp seemed to have settled down to his words, which was a bloody godsend.

Scarface disliked commotions only cause it always seemed to lead to fights. When there was not much food to go around, it was very difficult to cope with one another. Fights broke out which led to unnecessary injuries. It almost seemed like everyone was starting to turn back into barbaric creatures again. "Scarface get your hunting party together.", spoke the leader who looked at him.

Scarface merely nodded as he began to do just that, he began to gather those that he trusted when it came to hunting.

The camp was fairly large, there was not that many structures but there were bones sticking out of the ground which they used for defenses. The bones they use for armor was from those they hunt, they clean the bones and use them. When going to battle do they use bones as weapons for they use the sharp points to stab their opponents and wear them upon the side of their face or sides. To actually think and use things was a nice change from being clumsy beasts. This clan wasn't the only one, there was a guarantee that there were other clans out there. Where though?, was uncertain. They mainly have been facing those who are blind, but always remain vigilant. Anything could happen at anytime.

Scarface looked at another rex, his hide was almost the same color of green but there was a faint yellow coloration through out his back. This rex was someone who he trusted only cause he saved him once. Scarface showed respect to him, the rex merely gave a aloof expression but nodded back. "Want to go hunting?", asked Scarface.

"It's about time.", replied the rex who smirked lightly. The armor upon him was displayed in a orderly way from head to tail, with faintly large rib bone tied to both sides of his massive jaws.

The hunt will surely begin with danger not to far behind.

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