Raptor Attack

Raptor Attack

One day alone a rocky hill side in the middle of summer during a heat wave; herd of Duckbill walk across the harsh land. The herd is in search of a new greasing ground; because of the increasing weather change and the drought cause the normal greasing area the dry up and turn dead and dry. There are a few dead trees and bushes and massive rocks alone side the Duckbills path. The alfamale of the herd make a choice for the herd to double their speed in hope to gain some ground on their journey. The alfamale senses a big storm approaching the herds way. After a while of torture for the Duckbill herd the alfamale makes a rest for a moment but is on the lookout for any predators on the hunt. An hour passed and the herd continues to rest unaware that they are being watched. The alfamale along with some of the herd can feel something dangerous and shocking is about to come across the horizon; but they think it’s just the storm getting closer. The herd begin to move along. The heat has got hotter dangerous for any wounded animal; because of the heat the noise of the Duckbill get blocked and its keen smell is disabled. Alongside the blazing a pack of raptors lurk in the shadow of the dead trees and bushes; following the herd watching the moves where they go. One raptor goes a head the pack to look ahead to the coming land. Raptors were one of the most successful predators; because of their intelligence. Raptors could communicate with each other planning attacks. A raptor’s bird like skeleton makes the raptor fast and expert jumpers. The leader of the raptor pack looks for a target. One that wouldn’t be so hard to take down. A young one or a sick and old one or even a wounded one are all perfect targets. The leader spots a wounded duckbill a deep cut at the back of its thigh. The leader makes a call to tell the rest of the pack what the target is. Three raptors run passed the herd without them knowing flanking them; and stop behind to rocks on each side of the herd’s path. The herd senses kick in there’s something following them and it’s not good. Panic begins to break lose in the herd bashing each other closer. One Duckbill gets lose and strays from the panicking herd; it was the wounded one caught between confusion and fear three raptor move in. Slowly and quietly the leader and two other raptors follow behind to case the herd off where the other three raptors lay in wait. The leader starts the sprint; still making no noise. The only thing the Duckbill notices is a furious raptor leap into the air with its hand sticking out like a rake. The leader of the pack of raptors embeds its middle claw behind the ear; and slides it forward to the eye. The leader sliced the wounded Duckbill’s eye in half; blood filling the socket and then spilling out like a waterfall in a creek. The raptor lands and swings round to chase the Duckbill into the herd. The duckbill filling with terrible pain and shock; starts to break for it towards the panicking herd. When the alfamale manages to settle the herd down; the herd hears a sound distant at first what grew into a terrible tortured cry for help. The herd spots the wounded Duckbill bleeding from its eye, what’s soon going to stop; being chased by a killer raptor and two other one pulling ahead the wounded beast and towards the herd. The only thing the herd could hear was panic beginning to break lose worse than before and the foul hissing of the two raptors breath. The herd races past the two rocks where the three raptors wait for their prey to cross. After the last of the worth less Duckbills pass being chased by the two raptors the three raptors brace themselves for the call of the leader raptor to make. They hear a foul roar from the leader; and the Duckbill races past. In a blink second the raptors jump hissing wildly. They hit hard on both sides of the wounded Duckbill. Two on the left and one on the right sides on the animal. The leader sprints and jumps on to the back of the Duckbill while the other raptors grasp the Duckbill kicking their claw at the thick skin of the Duckbill. The leader of the pack of raptors bite the neck of the beast; trying to break its neck. The Duckbill screaming with pain manages to shake off the raptors and sprints forward wanting to lose the raptors; the raptors hit the ground hard and takes them a while to recover giving the wounded Duckbill a chase to get away. After half an hour of running the Duckbill stops panting hard about to collapse without any water the Duckbill could die out in the deadly summer. The Duckbill thinks it’s lost the pack or they found something better to eat. All of a sudden two more raptors from the same pack jump from over a distant hill; landing on the right side of the Duckbill knocking it over. The rest of the pack reviles themselves from bushes and rocks racing to the kill. The Duckbill gets up before the rest of the pack is on top of it. And knocks off the two raptors and almost stepping on them and killing them; but the raptors are too fast and dodge. The wounded Duckbill now has a pack of eight raptors circling it. The leader spots the weak spots on the Duckbill. Under the belly where the soft skin and guts lay. Under the neck where a deep wound could break the wipe pipe; or make a deep wounds over and over again so they could watch the terrified Duckbill slowly bleed to death. The leader calls to the pack to attack in mini groups on each spot. Three attack the neck. Three attack the under belly of the beast; and the last two to make the deep wounds. The leader goes for the first attack on the neck while another went for the belly when one was already on the right side of the animal kicking its thick claw back and forth in and out. The leader stabbed the neck and drags the claw left and slicing through the soft throat of the Duckbill; nowhere near the wide pipe. Screaming with pain blood splashed out onto the floor like a water gun for a few seconds then went into dripping. The eye wounded has stopped bleeding because of the torturing heat. The raptors have adapted to the harsh weather so they could stay longer than the Duckbill out in the heat. A second raptor goes for the throat again but sprints head on to the Duckbill. Jumping about 5 feet away the raptor saws through the air like an arrow being shot. The raptor hits and grabs the back of the Duckbill’s head for some grip; and starts kicking with its toe claws at the throat. The raptor’s breath repels the Duckbill making it swing side to side with its head trying to get the raptor off. Still kicking getting deeper and deeper in to the throat but loses grip and its claws slide back and stop at the back of the ears. Filled with pain The Duckbill shakes more and more. Two raptors manage to slip past the massive beast and get under the belly and claw and the massive herbivore; blood spilling over the raptors. They quickly split in both different directions before the Duckbill collapses on top of them. The Duckbill slams its head into nothing making the raptor on its head fall making its claws slice the left eye and rebleeding the right eye. The raptor falls hard on the ground. The Duckbill stands on two legs and makes a roar of pain and lands on the light boned raptor crushing it with its two front legs. Blood filled half the Duckbills legs as it stomps on the lifeless body of the raptor. Moments later the leader runs from a different direction out of nowhere and slices the neck a bit above his previous slice. He joins half the pack waiting to know what to do now. The leader of the pack roars in delight a call that means finishing off the kill. Five raptors jump on the sides of the Duckbill kicking and clawing the thick skinned animal; Blood streaming down both the sides of the Duckbill. Weak and exhausted from fighting the Duckbill falls slowly to the right. The two raptors on that side quickly try to jump off the Duckbill trying to not get crushed. The older raptor get out just in time; but the younger one was half crushed by the Duckbill’s massive weight. It twitched and clawed the ground trying to get out but slowly dies with massive weight above him. Knowing The Duckbill killed another raptor it springs in to life and runs into open ground where its massive tail could be used as a weapon; since the Duckbill was attacked he was in closed place by rocks and stones. But now the Duckbill is in open desert no stones or rocks to block the tail. Shocked of how fast the Duckbill had recovered the raptors know that it’s too dangerous to keep fighting; the pack had lost too many members. The leader of the pack furious and outraged the pack retreats. The badly Wounded Duckbill waited for the raptors to come out from the rocks; but nothing happened moment of silence. No hissing, calls, roars nothing only the strong panting of the dying animal. Night has fallen and so has the storm. Loud thunder boomed the lands, bashing rain turning the hard ground to web soggy mud. Lightning lighted the dark night. The Duckbill slowly limps to a rock for protection. He reaches the rock and waits. Under the loud wind and thunder and the blackness of night; the Duckbill hears light hissing and a quiet call. The raptors have returned for their kill. The leader knows the pack has the advantage because raptors had night vision. Terrified the Duckbill looks around as he heard a rock fall down a nearby hill. Hissing in the other direction and he sensed the leader of the raptors high in the air sawing towards him. The next morning; after fighting and screaming for help the Duckbill is dead. The smell of blood filled the air attracting small scavengers but they are chased away by the bigger raptors. The Duckbill had serious wounds. The Duckbill lay dead on the dead ground with eyes gorged out, wide pipe split in different places, holes in the back of the Duckbills neck. Its belly opened up and guts a few feet away from the body. Massive kick wounds and holes of slices from claws opened bigger by other claws from a different raptor. The Duckbill lay on its right side and a massive hole in front of the back leg where the raptors rip open the carcase a tear out flesh from their kill. The leader gets the juiciest parts and the raptors get what he leaves. Making the hole bigger for four raptors to fit their heads in each one rips out flesh making their bloody roars of victory. The corpse was left to waste after a few days with only a few strands of meat on it. Ten lizards raced to the carcase and tear at the meat and run off to their den to eat. Over years the Duckbill lay to waste used as a territory line. The raptors will hunt again.