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End of July howls and yowls, shapeshifter lovers.
Okay, for a change of pace, here's a flash scene that was inspired by a Coast to Coast am radio show. JC Johnson, the crypto-hunter guest, spoke about several mini t-rex sightings. Yes, apparently the killer dinos are still out and about on rare occasions.
Bigfoot & Southwest Cryptids
Host: Dave Schrader
Guests: JC Johnson, Open Lines
...host Dave Schrader (email) was joined by cryptozoologist JC Johnson (youtube.com/user/cryptofourcorners), who shared his research and experiences with cryptids in the Southwest US. ~coasttocoastam.com/show/2014/07/25~
"We're in the paranormal news again."
"Allis," Ralff roared from his overstuffed with gravel, hide-covered lounge chair. "We're in the paranormal news again."
"You're not listening to that silly radio show again, are ya?" Allis called from their meat-roasting den. The always-delicious smell of smoking elk wafted inward, almost done elk. Ralff salivated. "They always get it wrong," his mate added.
Ralff harumphed a laugh. "We're being called a 'mini T-Rex' species."
"I resent that remark," Allis hollered. "My girth is quite substantial."
"Substantial and bee-u-tiful," Ralff sexily earth-quaked his voice. Just the thought of Allis's shimmering green-gray hide, her large healthy girth, had his breeder swelling to uncomfortable proportions.
"Oh, Ralff..." his mate crooned. "You're just hungry."
"Hungry for you, lovely lump-o-saurus."
"Dinner is about ready," Allis countered, but Ralff heard the desire in her dulcet gravelly tones. "Were these recent 'mini T-Rex' sightings? I'm always telling the family and friends to sniff for humans."
"Don't recall. But recent enough that the believers will be on the hunt for us."
"Aren't they always? Good thing some of them end up in the human looney bin. Less of a mess if we have to deal with them. And they're not even tasty. Not even turned on a spit, and slowly cooked for hours."
"One reason I listen to the cryptid shows, my sharp-toothed darling. Gotta know what the smooth skins are up to. Plus, ya gotta admit humans are an entertaining species."
"Especially when they're skulking about as if we can't detect their presence." Allis boomed a chuckle.
"Come to think of it...you know I don't remember well when I'm on the hunt... so don't give me claw treatment, love tail... but my brother told me when me met at the watering hole, he'd seen a bounty poster just the other day, offering a thousand dollars for another T-Rex sighting."
"Yeah? Who do you think they saw this time?"
"Could have been Screwy Huey...by the limited description on the poster. You know, he's famous for playing what he calls practical jokes on the smooth skins... and every animal species, for that matter. Not much of a hunter. But he sure can scare dinner into leaping off the nearest cliff. Why his relatives keep him around, I suspect."
"As long as we're considered extinct, Screwy Huey is probably safe from being shipped off to the Arctic, and frozen."
"Or burned to bone and ash, then buried. Like he went extinct." Ralff rolled his great dinosaur bulk to settle himself, and lazily rearranged his tail so the spikes couldn't trip Allis when she brought dinner in.
He'd learned his lesson early in their marriage.
Proudly rolling in the enormous cart loaded with roasted bear, Allis had caught her clawed foot underneath the weight of his tail. Everything had gone flying. Allis inches above the stone floor, then headfirst into the cart. Their dinner catapulted over Ralff, smacking into the new wall sconces -- wedding gifts from Allis's parents.
After his initial shock, Ralff had thundered with laughter while helping Allis to her feet. She'd given him the "I'm hurt" look, followed by the female dino glare, complete with a show of teeth. She'd jerked her slim clawed hand from his, said nothing, and tromped to their marital sleeping area. So hard, the cave rattled around Ralff, and he wondered if it registered on the Richter scale.
When their rock-carved furnishings vibrated his legs from being shoved about, Ralff had peeked around the cave's curving wall. Allis barricaded the opening into their private chamber. Despite his pleading, she hadn't relented. That left both the hunting and cooking duties up to him for three whole days.
Given he was a Godzilla klutz at cooking, they'd dined on burnt, half-raw bloody carcasses. Instead of Allis's fine, perfectly roasted cuisine with herbs.
Hearing his Allis load up the cart, Ralff's stomach ripped forth a sound that shook the rock walls.
"Dinner is about to be served," Allis cheerily grunted in their T-Rex language.
Ralff straightened, and with a swipe of his claw, he switched off the e-device he'd traded for at a local dino swap meet. The rest of the paranormal radio show he'd downloaded from a mountain crevice located near a small town, would have to wait.
Allis preferred listening to heavy metal music when they tore into their meal. Ralff had to give it to the human race, as far as music was concerned. Not like he and his T-Rex kind were built to play instruments.
Now stamping the ground like a drum, and shaking piles of rocks to varied beats with his friends, that did satisfy the primitive side of him. Ralff grinned, sliding his lips over his rows of pointed teeth. But for a good dining experience -- he touched on the disc player. Usually Allis turned it on, given her touch was a bit more delicate, and they'd already accidentally crushed several.
The clanging-banging, high voltage music blasted around Ralff, and bounced off the rock walls. He thumped a foot, adding to the overall din.
As she entered, pushing the stone cart set on smoothly carved wheels, Allis gave him an appreciative grin. Ralff loved her smile, and he did whatever he could to keep his mate smiling at him.
With the roll of one eye, Ralff checked his tail just to make certain it remained out of the way. He was feeling real humping frisky, and once they finished dinner...
"To the moon. Later." Allis ducked her head, giving him a flirty knowing look.
"Pow! To the moon, Allis," Ralff thundered in his dino croon, playing off the old black and white TV program, "The Honeymooners".
"Oh Ralff, I love it when you do your imitation of Ralph Kramden." His lovely Allis shouted above the thrashing-screaming heavy metal. She placed the cart between them, and quickly plopped down on her cushy, hide-covered stool.
The chomping and devouring began...
Wishing you love and passion on the wild side ...
Savanna Kougar ~ Run on the Wild Side of Romance