Post by AlbinoRaven666 on Dec 25, 2014 0:32:00 GMT
A Alternate on Twas the Night Before Christmas for you guys.
Primal Christmas To All:
By: Me! AlbinoRaven
Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the land,
not a hunter was arming, not even Pyro Stan.
The net-guns were hung by the bon-fire with care,
in hopes that St. Nicholas would soon be there;
The Pathfinder was sprawled all snug in his tent;
In hopes that the dinos would not be a threat;
And Commando in his PJ's, and the Scientist in her hat;
Had just settled their campsite for a long winter's nap,
When out in the rocks, arose such a clatter,
They all sprang from the tent to see what's the matter.
Away to the grasses they flew like a flash,
Knelt into the brushes awaiting attack.
The moon cast shadows from the forest around,
Helped little to cover the lack of sound.
When what to their weary eyes did transpire
the stomping of Rex-feet put our their fire.
A rustling of bushes, the trace of a growl,
They knew in that moment Dino's were around.
More rapid than eagles, the Novas came
With those pesky Dilo's to amp up the game.
Now, Pteras, now Tupas, now Compis and Carnos!
On Cryos, on Ovis, on Spinos; lot's of Dinos!
To the Marshes, to Snowbound, to Airbase and Falls!
Now Slash away! Bite Away! Attack away all!
As leaves that before wild Novas fly,
When the shadows of Pteras painted the sky;
So up to the most covered defenses they trooped,
And into the mud and grasses they stooped–
And then, with a rustle, they heard them ahead,
With the number of dinos they'd sure end up dead.
As they drew up their guns, and were turning around,
Down the hill the packs of them came racing down.
They were slashing their claws and gnashing their teeth,
It took the humans courage to hold their feet.
But to their surprise, the dinosaurs stood still,
Just as they were reaching their kill.
Their eyes – How they stared! Their mouths, so scary!
An up close look that came so rarely.
The humans were startled, for how could they know,
That the Dinos had some Christmas Spirit of their own.
From the back of the pack they brought forward gifts.
Wrapped in leaves, bark, and broken bits of sticks.
The humans stood still, with shock on their faces.
Looking for a trap, but there weren't any traces.
The Dinos had settled a pact for Christmas Day,
That fighting would cease and give way to play.
So they sat down together, to open their gifts,
A talon, a fossil, a tooth and feathers on sticks.
The guns were set down, the claws were kept sound
and all sorts of merriment was drifting around.
As the evening ended, on that Christmas Eve,
And the dinosaurs began to leave,
A tradition of peace on Christmas Eve was set
A happy occasion no human or dino did regret.
And though the fighting would resume after that night–
Primal Christmas to all, and to all a good fight!
Primal Christmas To All:
By: Me! AlbinoRaven
Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the land,
not a hunter was arming, not even Pyro Stan.
The net-guns were hung by the bon-fire with care,
in hopes that St. Nicholas would soon be there;
The Pathfinder was sprawled all snug in his tent;
In hopes that the dinos would not be a threat;
And Commando in his PJ's, and the Scientist in her hat;
Had just settled their campsite for a long winter's nap,
When out in the rocks, arose such a clatter,
They all sprang from the tent to see what's the matter.
Away to the grasses they flew like a flash,
Knelt into the brushes awaiting attack.
The moon cast shadows from the forest around,
Helped little to cover the lack of sound.
When what to their weary eyes did transpire
the stomping of Rex-feet put our their fire.
A rustling of bushes, the trace of a growl,
They knew in that moment Dino's were around.
More rapid than eagles, the Novas came
With those pesky Dilo's to amp up the game.
Now, Pteras, now Tupas, now Compis and Carnos!
On Cryos, on Ovis, on Spinos; lot's of Dinos!
To the Marshes, to Snowbound, to Airbase and Falls!
Now Slash away! Bite Away! Attack away all!
As leaves that before wild Novas fly,
When the shadows of Pteras painted the sky;
So up to the most covered defenses they trooped,
And into the mud and grasses they stooped–
And then, with a rustle, they heard them ahead,
With the number of dinos they'd sure end up dead.
As they drew up their guns, and were turning around,
Down the hill the packs of them came racing down.
They were slashing their claws and gnashing their teeth,
It took the humans courage to hold their feet.
But to their surprise, the dinosaurs stood still,
Just as they were reaching their kill.
Their eyes – How they stared! Their mouths, so scary!
An up close look that came so rarely.
The humans were startled, for how could they know,
That the Dinos had some Christmas Spirit of their own.
From the back of the pack they brought forward gifts.
Wrapped in leaves, bark, and broken bits of sticks.
The humans stood still, with shock on their faces.
Looking for a trap, but there weren't any traces.
The Dinos had settled a pact for Christmas Day,
That fighting would cease and give way to play.
So they sat down together, to open their gifts,
A talon, a fossil, a tooth and feathers on sticks.
The guns were set down, the claws were kept sound
and all sorts of merriment was drifting around.
As the evening ended, on that Christmas Eve,
And the dinosaurs began to leave,
A tradition of peace on Christmas Eve was set
A happy occasion no human or dino did regret.
And though the fighting would resume after that night–
Primal Christmas to all, and to all a good fight!
