Present for Deinonychus: "sails and ladies" (Primeval ficlet)
Title: Sails and ladies.
Dedicated to: Deinonychus_1.
(sorry this present is so late)
request: a drabble or a ficlet with Connor encountering a particularly interesting or strange or favorite creature.
Characters: Connor, Abby, Shannon, Creatures.
Rating: PG/PG-13
Summary: Connor enjoys the sights and the company in the Permian.
Creature: Platyhystrix
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Connor smiled as he watched the push-up-ing amphibians here in the pre-Triassic (he was hesitatant to mention to Shannon or more precisely to Abby that he wasn't sure where they were - amphibians were a gap in his paleontological knowledge).
Gulp, gulp, the sail-backed push-up-doers said to one another, trying to intimidate rivals away from the inch-high pile of dirt each of them had. Lekking was the word; the goal being to get girls. Stephen and Becker would know what to do, Connor thought to himself, meaning in a romantic sense. Probably joke about Adam with two Eves if he was here with us.
And that's when it hit Connor like a surprised relief of seeing a bully turn and leave before anything painful took place: I'm here, with the girls; Hart and Becker aren't. I am. It felt good.
Connor took a deep breath and, before he could talk himself out of it, put a hand around she shoulder of each of the women - Abby to his left, Shannon to his right. Not wanting to seem obvious, pushing, or anything else bad, Connor didn't look to see if either lovely was smiling - but they both are.
The land-dwelling, armored, sail-backed amphibians took notice of the contented, sitting humans.
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The End
Dedicated to: Deinonychus_1.
(sorry this present is so late)
request: a drabble or a ficlet with Connor encountering a particularly interesting or strange or favorite creature.
Characters: Connor, Abby, Shannon, Creatures.
Rating: PG/PG-13
Summary: Connor enjoys the sights and the company in the Permian.
Creature: Platyhystrix
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Connor smiled as he watched the push-up-ing amphibians here in the pre-Triassic (he was hesitatant to mention to Shannon or more precisely to Abby that he wasn't sure where they were - amphibians were a gap in his paleontological knowledge).
Gulp, gulp, the sail-backed push-up-doers said to one another, trying to intimidate rivals away from the inch-high pile of dirt each of them had. Lekking was the word; the goal being to get girls. Stephen and Becker would know what to do, Connor thought to himself, meaning in a romantic sense. Probably joke about Adam with two Eves if he was here with us.
And that's when it hit Connor like a surprised relief of seeing a bully turn and leave before anything painful took place: I'm here, with the girls; Hart and Becker aren't. I am. It felt good.
Connor took a deep breath and, before he could talk himself out of it, put a hand around she shoulder of each of the women - Abby to his left, Shannon to his right. Not wanting to seem obvious, pushing, or anything else bad, Connor didn't look to see if either lovely was smiling - but they both are.
The land-dwelling, armored, sail-backed amphibians took notice of the contented, sitting humans.
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The End