Roleplaying

Flask rose from the nest he had built and rebuilt. for the third time. with a frustrated grunt he realized that most of the troodons in his general area already had females. If he couldn't find a mate, this would be the third time in a row he's not had a mate for breeding season. he kicked some snow off of the ground to clear his nest, and then he started what he hoped would be a wonderful display. Flask started a mating dance by twisting his tail, thrasing it here and there, a little turn every now and then to show off his very features. and for the final effect he lifted one leg off of the ground repeatedly, rotating legs, and making a very unique troodon's call. He wished someone noticed this time. he also wanted a female to like his nesting spot. Flask's nest, instead of the usual cave locations, was sheltered by dead trees and made entirely of bones...location, location, location.

 

(if you want to be Flask's troodon lady go ahead. if not, go ahead.)

Fern looked around hesitantly. Here and there were some male troodons putting up a show around their nests. Most of the males already had a female, or at least a female inspecting.

The female troodon continued her 'Mate Quest'. Something caught her eye, more like someone. Between some dead trees, she spotted a troodon prancing around a nest made of... bones?

She walked closer, looking at the nest and the area around it. She payed more attention to the male troodon. She walked up closer. She was very interested in his call. She looked around again, making sure no other females around. After what happened last time she was trying to pick a mate, she almost lost her eye. Fern called along with Flask.
 

Flask had kept up to his strutting and dancing and calling...and that had lasted for quite a long time, a few hours, maybe less. sometimes Flask would occasionally re arrange some of the bones in his nest, and some of the twigs. Then, again, he resumed his mating dance. A few females glanced at him, but went to the veterans of the mating rituals and such. but, finally, perhaps his luck was here? A female stopped at his nest, seeming to get closer and closer to him the more curious she got.

Then this female was calling with him, in unison. He stopped abruptly to show off his bright orange feathers, but then he reached down to a small piece of meat he had saved for the past few days. Flask grabbed it, and tossed it to her. At least he learnt something from the older male troodons. Cautiously, he stepped out of his nest and nosed the meat closer to this female...was his hard work paid off?

Fern waved her tail, she looked at the male and then looked at the peice of meat at her talons. She gladly accepted the meat and ate it. She walked up closer and began to make some sort of cooing sound. Fern started nuzzling the male's neck making a low purr. 

Fern then walked over to the nest. She nudged some of the bones here and there, and looked at the dead trees surrounding it. After a while of 'final ispection' she turned back around.  The female troodon waved her tail once more, before walking back over to the male. She now waited for the male's response.

Flask was shocked slightly when the female accepted the meat, and began nuzzling his neck with a low purr. He watched her walk over to her nest and nuzzled some bones back over to the nest, it seems to him she accepted his offer. a gust of cold wind disrupted his thoughts, and he glanced up at the sky, now hazed with gray clouds. snow. yay. Then, he looked over at some older troodons, some of which didn't have a mate yet. At least he had a drop of luck this year! Gladly, when his newfound mate walked over to him, flask nuzzled her.

Fern 'purred' again and followed her mates gaze to the sky. Small flecks of white drifted down and pranced with the wind. She looked around at the other troodons which were here and there. Some were lucky, some needed to try again next time. The sage feathered troodon lifted her snout towards the sky. She then slightly opened her mouth and let some scents drift in. Troodon, troodons, forest...prey? Danger? Fern lowered her head, her nostrils constantly flaring at the unknown scent. It didn't smell like something she would hunt. There was slight rumbling as well. Fern look around hesitantly, sniffing here and there as the scent got stronger.

Flask was busy adding dead twigs and other things he could scavenge to the nest, he felt a bit of rumbling every now and then, but he just pushed the thought away. Flask shook off the snow, now getting heavier, probably would become a blizzard soon enough.  eventually he sat down at his nest, a rumbling noise along with vibrations now....it certainly wasn't a gorgosaurus or an albertosaurus....he scanned the area, and in the distance he saw an anklyosaurus....it could be prey, but only when it's defenses were lowered to minimum. Flask got up once more and stood beside his mate, perhaps other troodons would take it on?

Fern looked around nervously. The troodons that hadn't gotten a mate were already gone. Other troodons looked at the ankylosaurus. Some hadn't seen it yet. Fern looked back at the ankylosaurus, it looked somewhat old, as it walked slower than a younger ankylosaurus would walk. Fern then turned her attention to her mate. She backed up and let out a low growl. She knew she most likely would not even be able to lay a single talon on the 'heavy armor with legs'. She would be pummled to peices with that tail.

Some of the troodons began approaching the elderly herbivore. Fern stayed back, not wanting to attack it. She looked back at her mate, hoping he wasn't going after it either. It is food, I need food. But, food is danger now. Fern continued backing up until her tail brushed against a tree.

Flask had noticed that his mate was backing up from the old akylosaur...he wasn't sure what he was going to do, as his mate and himself wouldn't be able to get a scratch on the thing. he backed up along with his mate, hissing and spitting at it. At least the bulky herbivore didn't care. but, Flask did manage to get a few other troodon's attention, and some of them congregated nearby, doing the same as he was. most were younger, naieve troodons, but there were a few veterans out there. Although flask knew if the kill was made, they would either have to be fast, or wait until there turn came to eat, which wouldn't be soon. 

The ankyosaurus began waving its tail and making mock-swipes with its club. The snow began painting the scenery white, and the wind grew harsher and colder. A troodon out in the distance hopped towards the big mass of a herbivore. The flurries of snow became somewhat blinding, the ankylosaur bellowed as it felt a streak of pain in its open thigh. A veteran troodon ran towards the ankylosaur and began slashing its unprotected side/ribs. The ankylosaur swung its tail and hit the younger troodon. The young troodon(the first one to attack) flew back tumbling with the veteran troodon.

Fern watched the young troodon fly back and land hard. The veteran staggered up, not as hurt as the young troodon. Fern cautiously approached the whacked troodon. He had a large bash in his head, the troodon didn't move an inch. The snow grew colder and almost nothing was visible. Fern watched the wounded troodon go limp on the floor.

Flask watched as a few troodons approach the herbivore. The ankylosaur was certainly not defenseless, as flask watched a younger troodon get whacked by it's powerful tail, and go down, never to see the next day. the veteran troodon, however, got up. Flask gathered his own courage and shook off the snow gathered up on his feather, and then he got withing eyesight of the armored dinosaur, screeching at it to distract it from the troodons sneaking up behind it. he went so far as to scratch at it's eyes..he would take a few steps back in case the thing swung itself around....this was a life or death battle. and he certainly didn't want death. Flask continued doing his thing, scratching at the herbivore's face whilst the others snuck up on it. The anklosaur bellowed a few times when troodons bit at it's leg, and braver ones went for the tail. Flask knew that tail meant death, so he stood in a wide range from it...experience taught him to do so.

Fern looked at her mate and other troodons gathering around the ankylosaurus. Must be brave. Work together get food, don't be last to eat. Fern let out a ear splitting screech. She leaped on top of the herbivores head, trying to keep balanced. Since the ankylosaur had a bumpy back, it was a little easier to grab a hold. She began using one of her arms to slash. the other to keep balance. The ankylosaurs began shaking back and forth trying to bite Flask. Fern slipped and landed on the snowy dirt. The ankylosaurus continued shaking back and forth, causing other troodons to lose their grip and slip. Since the herbivore's tail was being held, it was difficult for it to crush the raptors. Fern brought herself up and screeched again.

Flask kept up at his act, seeing blood being spilt on the new snow, troodon and ankylosaur blood. Flask saw his mate jump over him and onto the ankylosaur and scratch it. If the herbivore went down, they would surely get on of the first bites into it. determined now, Falsk latched his jaws around the ankylosaur's eye, efectively half blinding it, and he heard it bellow in pain and panic at the fact that it was almost defenseless now due to the fact that it's tail was being pinned down by quite a few troodons. Flask detached his jaws from the herbivore, and instead went for it's neck, detaching himself in time before it threatened to hurt him with it's own head and armor.

Fern crouched down under the bulky tank. She sunk her jaws into its neck while trying to find its wind pipe with her sickle claw. I am not weak, not weak, prey must go down. She bit down harder and began slashing rapidly with her sickle claw. The ankylosaurus bellowed and raised its foot. The female troodon sqwuaked in surprise and fell back. She scrambled up quickly enough to miss its foot. If she hadn't her face would be nothing but crushed bone. She angrily hissed at the snow flying into her eyes. The herbivore tried stomping on it's killers. The wind grew calmer and everyone could see much better, except the ankylosaurus. Fern lunged at the tank's now battered neck.

Flask was relieved when the snow and wind relaxed. once more, he shook the snow from his feathers and scales. he lunged again at it's eye, the one he hadn't bitten yet. he heard it bellow in pain as he had lodged his teeth directly into it's eye, and his mate has bussied herself with trying to kill it by scratching it's neck, the rest of the troodons were biting it's legs and tail. as flask jumped backward to lick the blood from his lips, he saw more and more blood spill to the fallen snow...and noticed that a troodon had gotten squashed by the ankylosaur. it was still deadly. Flask screeched and reached once more for it's face, biting it's nose and eyes to blind it and attempting to stop it's breathing somewhat

Canada during the cretaceous, though herbivores and some carnivores will migrate to present-day U.S. and even down further to find more food.
You're a dinosaur of the late/early cretaceous of Canada, but the seasons seem to be harsher there, the winters are colder, and for some dinosaurs, this is their first time seeing snow. Would you be able to live in this harsh, unstable environment? or will you perish trying?
History will be made up as you go on.

1. general EX rules

2. No too flashy colors. Males during the breeding season may have some  brightly colored feathers to attract the ladies. but still no rainbow feathers o3o

3. use body language! Dinosaurs cannot speak with words, but they can sure use their body.

 4. Troodons grow to full grown at a year old(age 1), as well as edmontosaurus, but the other herbivores/carnivores grow up at age 2/2 years old