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The sand-baked dunes of the Mesa Roja deserts were very dry and very prone to temperature fluctuation. As a result, the dunes often found themselves swept, at least in the flat, arid areas, by vicious dust devils that scoured any remaining detritus from those unfortunate plants and animals that were caught in the storms into the air, and scattered them across the desert sands.
Some little scavengers, however, knew exactly how to take advantage of the sudden twisters to find the most valuable treasures in the desert: Food and water.
So it was that a little sandshrew was eagerly hopping around the dunes, looking as it had learned to look, feeling through the sand with it’s sensitive paws. The sandshrew had no trainer, and thus no name, having lived a long, satisfying life away from any other pokemon he’d ever need to share food with, which showed in his oversized belly..
After a twister, many animals had made themselves scarce, not wanting to be caught in the path of a sandstorm, but for the little burrowing pokemon, able to stay safe and cozy in it’s own burrow, the tremors above it brought no alarm, only the promise of a waiting meal:
Dead insects, scraps of scattered meat, cacti that were half-broken and all too easy to crack open and drink from, and sometimes even a full carcass.
The sandshrew had mixed feelings on finding one of those, as most animals were far bigger than the sandshrew was, so the little mouse eating them took a long time, and a rotting chocobo or kodo was also an attractive target for far deadlier scavengers. Still, the sandshrew would enjoy itself by filling it’s belly with such attractive prey all the same, even if it kept a cautious eye out for any scavengers that might contest it’s newfound meal, at which point…
The sandshrew would, of course, ball up and roll away. Fighting fierce battles with bigger creatures was for other pokemon.
This, of course, meant that when the little shrew dug into the sands, felt it’s claws dig into toughened skin that felt relatively fresh, and looked around to find an enormous bony crest jutting from the sand, it immediately did a double-take for any encroaching Jackals or Utahraptors looking to steal a meal.from the small shrewling. The deserts of Mesa Roja were incredibly dangerous, after all, and there was more than a few dozen different creatures that would love to eat a little sandshrew.
Then, the sandshrew realized that it had just been a few minutes since the twister, after all. Nothing would be coming after it’s little prize so fast, and so there was nothing to fear. Greedily, the desert mouse looked over the behemoth curled up in the fetal position on the sand.
It had clearly died in a violent fashion, bone showing through areas of it’s skin, massive gashes were accompanied by the occasional hole, and scorch marks were present all across it’s chest, along with various pieces of shrapnel embedded through the skin of what seemed to have been a massive dinosaur. Scraps of it’s massive wings were scattered across the desert sand, and the little mouse wasted no time running up to one of the wing-scraps next to him and using the quarter-sized strip of wing to test the taste of it’s new sandstorm present. The mouse took one bite, and…
Delicious! Leathery, but well-textured and filled with flavor. Very savoury and covered with smaller, delicious parasites already. The sandshrew was pleased, and immediately hopped a little further up the creature’s body, quickly figuring out what it would eat right this second, and what it would carve up later. Hopping past the emaciated ribs and up to the large, purple creature’s slender neck, the sandshrew decided it would start there, first. Once the little mouse had nibbled through, it was pretty certain it could at least bury the head, and from there it’d just be the sandshrew’s little secret stash of sirloin serenity.
The Sandshrew eagerly hopped over to the predator carcasses’ vulnerable neck and leaned in to take a bite.
And large, yellow eyes gleamed in the Sandshrew’s peripherals.
Immediately, the sandshrew jumped away in surprise and shock - this was impossible! The little rat had seen the monster’s skeleton showing!
Even so, the creature had the Sandshrew in it’s sight, yellow eyes glowing, and the frightened creature wasted no time in turning around.
The other creature was faster though, and as the pokemon’s claws scrabbled against the dirt, it felt jaws clamp against its stomach. The Sandshrew’s mind turned to sheer terror as the little mouse was grabbed and hurled into the air, and it could hear the predatory pteranodon exhale as it’s jaws widened.
‘Maybe living alone wasn’t such a good idea’ were the sandshrew’s last thoughts as a crocodilian maw snapped over its body and one bloody chomp freed it from any further suffering.
Some little scavengers, however, knew exactly how to take advantage of the sudden twisters to find the most valuable treasures in the desert: Food and water.
So it was that a little sandshrew was eagerly hopping around the dunes, looking as it had learned to look, feeling through the sand with it’s sensitive paws. The sandshrew had no trainer, and thus no name, having lived a long, satisfying life away from any other pokemon he’d ever need to share food with, which showed in his oversized belly..
After a twister, many animals had made themselves scarce, not wanting to be caught in the path of a sandstorm, but for the little burrowing pokemon, able to stay safe and cozy in it’s own burrow, the tremors above it brought no alarm, only the promise of a waiting meal:
Dead insects, scraps of scattered meat, cacti that were half-broken and all too easy to crack open and drink from, and sometimes even a full carcass.
The sandshrew had mixed feelings on finding one of those, as most animals were far bigger than the sandshrew was, so the little mouse eating them took a long time, and a rotting chocobo or kodo was also an attractive target for far deadlier scavengers. Still, the sandshrew would enjoy itself by filling it’s belly with such attractive prey all the same, even if it kept a cautious eye out for any scavengers that might contest it’s newfound meal, at which point…
The sandshrew would, of course, ball up and roll away. Fighting fierce battles with bigger creatures was for other pokemon.
This, of course, meant that when the little shrew dug into the sands, felt it’s claws dig into toughened skin that felt relatively fresh, and looked around to find an enormous bony crest jutting from the sand, it immediately did a double-take for any encroaching Jackals or Utahraptors looking to steal a meal.from the small shrewling. The deserts of Mesa Roja were incredibly dangerous, after all, and there was more than a few dozen different creatures that would love to eat a little sandshrew.
Then, the sandshrew realized that it had just been a few minutes since the twister, after all. Nothing would be coming after it’s little prize so fast, and so there was nothing to fear. Greedily, the desert mouse looked over the behemoth curled up in the fetal position on the sand.
It had clearly died in a violent fashion, bone showing through areas of it’s skin, massive gashes were accompanied by the occasional hole, and scorch marks were present all across it’s chest, along with various pieces of shrapnel embedded through the skin of what seemed to have been a massive dinosaur. Scraps of it’s massive wings were scattered across the desert sand, and the little mouse wasted no time running up to one of the wing-scraps next to him and using the quarter-sized strip of wing to test the taste of it’s new sandstorm present. The mouse took one bite, and…
Delicious! Leathery, but well-textured and filled with flavor. Very savoury and covered with smaller, delicious parasites already. The sandshrew was pleased, and immediately hopped a little further up the creature’s body, quickly figuring out what it would eat right this second, and what it would carve up later. Hopping past the emaciated ribs and up to the large, purple creature’s slender neck, the sandshrew decided it would start there, first. Once the little mouse had nibbled through, it was pretty certain it could at least bury the head, and from there it’d just be the sandshrew’s little secret stash of sirloin serenity.
The Sandshrew eagerly hopped over to the predator carcasses’ vulnerable neck and leaned in to take a bite.
And large, yellow eyes gleamed in the Sandshrew’s peripherals.
Immediately, the sandshrew jumped away in surprise and shock - this was impossible! The little rat had seen the monster’s skeleton showing!
Even so, the creature had the Sandshrew in it’s sight, yellow eyes glowing, and the frightened creature wasted no time in turning around.
The other creature was faster though, and as the pokemon’s claws scrabbled against the dirt, it felt jaws clamp against its stomach. The Sandshrew’s mind turned to sheer terror as the little mouse was grabbed and hurled into the air, and it could hear the predatory pteranodon exhale as it’s jaws widened.
‘Maybe living alone wasn’t such a good idea’ were the sandshrew’s last thoughts as a crocodilian maw snapped over its body and one bloody chomp freed it from any further suffering.