New world, 35 E.C
Within an underground cavern of the Ancient forest, the roar of a Great Jagaras was heard. The other Jagarases scurried away as their recently placed boss slammed his claws into yet another group of failures. After that first initial loss five years ago, The Great Jag had made sure such a stain on his record wouldn't happen again. It feasted on as many aptonoths and the occasional Kestodan over the years, with its mass swelling to a staggering 15 meters, three times the rate of others in its kind.
The day he killed his old man to become the leader of the forest was one he would never forget. With the entire pack under his claw, his life should have been smooth. Yet a certain hiccup sprouted up three years ago. As a leader, it was also his duty to avenge his packmates, as they were still his siblings in a way. He moved as much man(monster) power as he could to hunt down that pink whelp. Yet time and again, the avengers were turned into finger food! Some wouldn't even be left intact, shredded as if to mock him! The leader of the pack!
The Great Jag roared once more in fury as its tail slammed into the cavern walls. The area shook as the subordinates tried to evade their boss's fury. 'Fine then! I'll end this farce myself!' With a great bellow, the jagrases of the new world gathered, all to bend to the will of their leader.
While the Jagras pack mobilized, the Third Fleet was making their own moves. The anjanth, as they had now deemed it based upon its dorsal fins and lack of flight, had given such great data. For starters, it gave them a basic idea of their earlier days. The sunbathing, the hunts, the brawls, all were seen and recorded by Samuel, the recently titled record keeper. The Third Fleet master was also eager, as the hunter, now a professional tracker and hunter, had told them that the anjanath was doing something different from its usual routine. Based on their intel, it seemed it would finally leave the nest!
Now the fleet can finally track it without fearing that the mother would appear behind them. She was also a unique specimen, as the others of her kind seemed nervous around her. But that was an investigation for another time. The Third Fleet Master had to get this batch of scent concealment done fast, as she needed all possible hands on deck for this opportunity!
Unaware of the forces that were moving because of him, Evans snapped up the last of his breakfast here. His mother has been nudging him out of the nest more often than usual, even getting aggressive at times. And while Evans may be new to this whole wyvern gig, he was sure that it was a message to get his own place. With a final nuzzle goodbye, Evans had set off, beyond the home he knew better than the underside of his tail.
The smaller creatures of the forest fled in his wake, his 8-meter frame more intimidating (and louder) than any they had seen before. Evans could even see the vigor wasps dart past his snout, both to get out of the pink wyvern's way and to make their necter. The vines overhead grew denser as logs were seen more often, buried beneath the moss and mushrooms. At one point, a mosswine trotted in, its nose to the ground, sniffing for more shrooms. It made a very delicious snack compared to the usual aptonoths he had. 'Very Chewy, and the flavor is definitely earthly.'
Evans soon noticed that the way ahead was opening up, likely a clearing up ahead. As his head ducked under the final vine, he saw what was up ahead. A pitcher plant oozed with a dark purple liquid, the smell both strong and fragrant in a way. The vigor wasps glided around as the Vespoids buzzed, their wings beating rapidly. And beside it all was a platform protruding out of the wall. The area had a collection of vigor honey, piled high and glistening, as the vines overhead parted just enough to let the sunlight shine gently. 'Whoa, this place was basically made for sunbathing!' It was perfect. Or it would have been if there hadn't been a wyvern hissing at him.
The creature seemed like a mixture of a chameleon and a bird, with the feathers bristling at Evans' approach. Behind it, a pen-like tail swayed in agitation. To Evans' disgust, the creature had licked its eyes, likely due to not having eyelids (or preferring not to use them). The Pukei Pukei was not happy to see him, that was for certain. Moments ago, it was feasting upon the scatternuts that had fallen to the ground when it heard loud thuds growing closer. It turned to find Evans, staring at its nest as if he was window shopping! The Brute!
The frills on its neck puffed out as it hissed. It was sure that it could drive off the home invader. The perfectly preened feathers on its 10-meter back should be plucked right off if not! With a roar, the Pukei Pukei charged ahead, its jaws poised to bite. It crashed right into Evans, sending both tumbling onto the ground. 'This idiot! You shouldn't have come here if you don't even know how to fight!' Sneering in its mind, the Bewitching Bird bit down, attempting to rip the flesh right off. Yet to its surprise, the most it could do was stretch the skin on its neck just barely off it.
As if the anjanath came back to its senses, he sent his foot flying into the Pukei's torso. The bird wyvern squawked as it was launched into the air. Flapping its wings, it soon reoriented itself as it looked down to see the anjanath on its feet, no worse for wear, as if it hadn't been tackled by it! Frustration mounting, the Pukei dove, its talons on full display. The anjanath raised its head as it bared its fangs. Yet just as they were about to collide, Evans...ducked?
The Pukei sailed over the crouching lizard's head, question marks floating by its head. 'Weren't these things supposed to be more... confrontational?' The befuddled bird wyvern didn't have time to find an answer as its face soon made close contact with the ground.
*Hrmm HRmm HRmm HRmm*
The Pukei reared its head out of the dirt mound it had just made to find that the anjanath was laughing at it! 'And worse! My feathers! ARE! MESSY!'
"RAAAAGHHHH!" (@#*$@#*$@*! -sorry, not comission approved, scholar)
The feathers bristle once more as the Pukei's face turns red. With a mighty heave, A scatternut covered in a purple oozed sailed through the air, colliding with the still jovial Evans. The slight impact shoved his head to the side, but otherwise did no real damage. Yet the same couldn't be said of his dignity, as the Pukei had essentially spitballed him! With a roar, Evans took the offensive. Not wanting to take a freight train to the face, the Pukei took to the air. 'No matter, I'll just wear you down till you're too exhausted to even lift a claw!'
Evans could not care what the Pukei thought it could do. With a powerful jump and a startled cry from the Pukei, Evans' jaw latched around the neck of the toxic spitting wyvern. Both descended back to earth as Evans dragged it through the ground. And with a mighty slam, the Pukei cratered with Evans standing tall. Sensing defeat, the Pukei had decided. It would no longer hide its secret move. A purple smog escapes from its tail, encompassing the area. Evans retreats, as the smell of the smog was too horrid for his heightened senses.
The Pukei leaped to its feet, thinking, 'Foolish lizard, now prepare!' And with a flare of its wings, the bird wyvern...fled! Though bitter, it could still find another home...somewhere. 'Besides, that dumb lizard should succumb to poisoning later. I'll just hang around a couple of days, and then when I return, Nobody will be there to stop me!' The Pukei gave a few jolly squawks as it flew into the distance.
Evans, meanwhile, smashed his tail left and right, dispersing the fog with every gust he produced. When it was finally gone, He found that the revolting creature had actually left! The day drew to a close as the combatants both lost something. For the Pukei, it was merely his home, yet for Evans, His chance to avenge his dignity was gone.