Reply To: Fallen
One day, Ichy was flying around, away from the others. He noticed a small green gator-like creature of about his age. She had red eyes, and, like him, had fangs. As, since his parents’s deaths, which he had tried to forget about, as it had made him so sad to think about, he’d never seen another creature with fangs, his interest peaked.
“Hello, my name is Ichy.” he said.
The Bigmouthed Belly Dragger stared at him. She didn’t understand Leaf Eater. He knew some of the Sharptooth language, and, wondering if she knew it too, said Hello, my name is Ichy.
Hello Ichy, my name is Dil. replied the young Deinosuchus.
What are you supposed to be? asked Dil.
I’m a Sharp Beak. At least, that’s what my Flyer friends tell me I am. What are you supposed to be? asked Ichy.
I’m a Bigmouthed Belly Dragger. Flyers are supposed to be your food silly! replied Dil.
I don’t eat them. They are nice. replied Ichy.
I shouldn’t be here. Dad doesn’t like me being around non-Belly Draggers. said Dil nervously.
Why not? asked Ichy.
Because Belly Draggers don’t play with Sharp Beaks! That’s why! came an angry and gruff male voice. A Belly Dragger, with red eyes like Dil, and with her less than good looks, came into view. Get away from my daughter you feathered freak! he snarled.
I wasn’t causing any trouble sir. said Ichy nervously, flapping his wings and flying back a few feet in alarm.
Clearly your parents and your pack didn’t teach you to stick to your own race! snapped Dil’s father.
My parents are dead. And I’m not sure what a pack is. replied the confused Sharptooth Flyer.
Don’t know what a pack is?! Did you take stupid pills or something?! snorted Dil’s father.
No, not lately. said Ichy nervously, trying to be funny. Dil’s father was not impressed.
Are you some kind of joker?! snapped Dil’s irate father.
Not really, but I do have one about the two Flyers who…. said Ichy.
I’ve had enough with you! Be gone! snarled Dil’s father, snapping his fangs at Ichy. Ichy took off, fear in his eyes. He flew for a long while, wanting to get away from him. He couldn’t die. Not like his parents. He couldn’t.
He returned to his Flyer friends. “They tried to kill me!” said Ichy.
“Who wants to kill you Ichy?” asked Amos.
“Belly Draggers! Ugly looking things. I tried to talk to this one girl and then her dad…..” said Ichy quickly, his voice still showing the shock of having nearly been killed by Dil’s father.
“You actually talked to a Belly Dragger! You traitor!” said Phygma, glaring at Ichy.
Amos ignored Phygma. “Ichy, what happened?” asked Amos, concerned.
“I tried to talk to this one girl and her dad didn’t want me playing with her because I’m not a Belly Dragger.” said Ichy sadly.
“You shouldn’t be with Belly Draggers, they are mean!” chided Mildah.
“The father was a schmuck, but the girl seemed ok. I liked Dil.” said Ichy, shaking his head.
“You’re best away from Belly Draggers. They’re nothing but trouble.” said Phygma.
Ichy said nothing. He went to bed, for it was getting dark. He still couldn’t get Dil out of his mind.
