Talonswift
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- Posted: Fri, 09 Mar 2012 08:55:15 +0000
One hundred and sixty million years ago, the sun-scalded air thrummed with heat and huge filament wings and leathery shadows, the seas boiled in the wake of leviathans a hundred feet long, and the earth trembled beneath the steps of living legends—the mighty beasts called ‘dinosaurs’. Large and small, they filled the twin continents and ruled while the little furred-ones trembled in their shadows, waiting for the day the tyrant king and his fierce subjects would fall, leaving only their small, feathered heirs as a vestige to their power.
The earth, the sky, the sea, the beasts—everything was vast beyond human imagination; a kingdom untouched by the ever-altering hands of the primate known as Homo sapiens. Magnificent forests, worlds of twilight, rose hundreds of feet in the air; grassland stretched for miles and miles, casting pollen to the thrumming bees between the trample of thousands of heavy feet; rivers ran unchecked to the bucking seas, full of drifting weeds and tides of tiny lives, unpoisoned.
Here, amongst the many, roaming creatures, through the grass and rocks and shadow, stealthy hunters moved, small but fleet and fierce. They were the thieves, the raptors, armed with twin blades of bone and grasping talons, rogues belonging to an empire of uncertain and wavering alliances and familial ties where death was always close at hand and life meant strength, cunning, and defiance in the face of Fear.
The earth, the sky, the sea, the beasts—everything was vast beyond human imagination; a kingdom untouched by the ever-altering hands of the primate known as Homo sapiens. Magnificent forests, worlds of twilight, rose hundreds of feet in the air; grassland stretched for miles and miles, casting pollen to the thrumming bees between the trample of thousands of heavy feet; rivers ran unchecked to the bucking seas, full of drifting weeds and tides of tiny lives, unpoisoned.
Here, amongst the many, roaming creatures, through the grass and rocks and shadow, stealthy hunters moved, small but fleet and fierce. They were the thieves, the raptors, armed with twin blades of bone and grasping talons, rogues belonging to an empire of uncertain and wavering alliances and familial ties where death was always close at hand and life meant strength, cunning, and defiance in the face of Fear.