The sounds of water moving and crashing on rocks in the distance, insects buzzing as they scurried through and over the grass, amidst the collecting ponds and fish something stirs. A crunching noise barely makes it out through the mud and grass as a tiny chrysalis shivers in on the ground. Now and then the object moves, but only for a brief moment, barely disturbing the mud it lay in. It goes still and silent for a few passing moments before there is a small crunching noise and a crack forms along the surface. It tips over and into the mud further, slowly sinking into it bit by bit until it is hardly visible, and once more all goes still in the wet and dirty puddle.
All at once there is a 'pop' and the mud collapses inward slightly before a tiny figure rises up. Shaking the mud from his scales and opening his eye the creature takes in its surrounding. It hesitantly moves a front leg but before it can place it down a loud buzzing flies overhead and the croc ducks back into its muddy hiding place. The buzzing grows until the source is revealed to be a flying insect resembling a dragonfly. Landing on a small blade of grass it sits motionless, bobbing up and down slightly as the plant stresses at the new weight. Amidst the mud, a small marble like circle stands out, white and speckled with black, a single slit splitting through the center. Up and down, slowly and steadily the grass sways, and the insect rests on its new perch.
The small eye and the insect seemed to grow closer to one another, carefully and patiently the mud rose to meet the plant until a filth covered figure almost touched the grass. A gentle gust of wind blew by and caused the insect to take flight. Just as the wings began to buzz the creature leapt at it, snapping its little jaws as it tried to catch the bug, however it fell short and the baby croc fell back into the mud. He didn't stay down long, and was right back at the bug, leaping and snapping at it as it made its escape. They darted all through the grass, one avoiding the jaws, and the other eager and excited for a snack. Suddenly though, the snapping stopped and the bug seemingly escaped. It turned its path to avoid hitting a tree and circled around, the little monster that had pestered it before now gone it landed once more on a blade of grass near some twigs to rest itself from the chase. 'Crunch!' Just as the insect had landed, a set of jaws closed around it.
Tyrus had gotten his first meal and chomped on the bug, attempting to fit it wings and all down his throat in one bite. It took a few, but with the bug eaten Tyrus looked around once more to take in his surroundings. His one eye blinked just as another opportunity passed him by, a second bug flew past him much faster than the first he encountered and the little croc sporadically chased after it. Jaws wide, eye forward, and a wavy mouth forming a playful grin he scampered off into his next adventure.
Tyrus squeaked and trilled as he chased the insect, happily scurrying along in pursuit, his tail flopping around and his jaws snapping his jaws as he ran in hopes of nipping the insect. He seemed to pay no mind to his surroundings in the least bit as he dashed as fast as his little feet would carry him. Once or twice his jaws nearly caught the rear of the bug, but he just didn't have the speed he needed at his current pace and the chase earlier had tired him.
The croc slowed his pace as he heard something nearby, he let his vision widen from the previously focused target to take in the area. Taking notice of something else moving he slowly lowered himself to try and blend in with his surroundings. His tail slowly moved back and fourth in the ground behind him, digging a small hole that he soon backed into, his eye peering out cautiously.
The sudden appearance of the other startled him a bit, but he remained silent and still as possible, not sure if he was seen or not. He took it in, smelling, watching, and listening to the other creature. When the canine appeared to be more interested in the bug than with himself, Tyrus decided to take advantage of the situation. With the others failed attack the bug had changed course and now was headed back towards the croc who was doing his best impression of a stick in the mud.
Just as the bug flew by, Tyrus kicked out of his hole and into the air, snapping at it twice. His first chomp was fruitless, hes second however rewarded him with the lower half of the insect, had it been but a breath later he would have missed, but yet again the croc gets to enjoy a snack it would seem. He happily squeaks and slides the half down his throat before looking at the second and opening his jaws in preparation to finish the rest off.
Just as he has the bug in the tip of his mouth he remembers the other creature and began to look around for him. Spotting the other bug hunter Tyrus trotted over, the other half dangling from his toothy and derpy smile. He slowed down as he got closer stared up at the larger figure, his one eyes darting about his body and taking note of his size and structure. After an awkward moment of silence the croc let his mouth open, placing the remaining bits of insect before the figure ahead of him. Looking to the snack, then back up at the creature he gave a sharp and gleeful trill and stomped a little foot on the ground before nosing the bug closer, offering it to the newfound being.
@Kyorai
Tyrus tilted his head slightly staring at Kyorai for a moment, silent and still as if pondering the question. A few seconds later he opened his jaw and snapped it a few times rapidly while at the same time striking the ground with his tail repeatedly. The little croc looked back the the mud from where he had emerged and then back to Kyorai. Opening his mouth once more he gave a small squeak and ran in a small circle before stopping and looking back once more.
His head lowered down, and sniffed along the ground, his little eye wandering about the immediate area. Looking back up at the canine Tyrus jumped on his front legs a few times, smacking them into the ground softly before running around in another circle. It was unsure if the crocodile could understand the canine, but it was clear that even if he did, he was unable to answer the question.
Tyrus clicked his jaws lightly several times more before looking at the ground and scratching at it with his front left foot. He sat there just lightly digging for a while silently. Then, suddenly the little thing slipped into the ground he had been digging into, it seemed he had vanished into the dirt and mud, but not long after he popped back up beside the canine, and crawled out of the ground and up Kyorai's tail rapidly. He ran along the spine and to the head where he stopped. Tyrus looked down and into the eyes of Kyorai with his own while letting out a small squeak.
@Kyorai
The hatchling stared at the water for a moment silent and still as his eye looked over the water, then slowly he made his way down the back of his newfound creature and onto the ground. He looked to Kyorai and then to the ground near the waters edge. Wiggling over, the croc found some soft mud and began to stomp around in it for a moment, his little feet pressing into the earth. Soon however he stopped and began to rake his front legs through the mud in strange motions. After a moment of this, and looking over his work the croc backed away and stared at the canine again, his tail thumping at the ground. In the mud beside him, five letters stood out, scraped into the mud T Y R U S.
Clicking his jaws a time or two Tyrus looked back over the water and moved towards its edge. Gently stepping into it, he floated about close by, looking out across the pond but it was unclear what he was looking at or searching for. He stood in the shallow, his head above the water and his mouth open. A few squeaks came from the little one, then a few more. Tyrus sat there in the water, calling out again and again at the pond, each series of squeaks broken by a silence where he waited then began calling again. After a while of this the pace he yelled out slowed until he barley could be heard, just soft grunts while he backed up and laid on the ground looking defeated.
His one lonely eye kept looking around the area and then back to Kyorai in search of something, now and then when a bug or something else would make a ripple in the water the croc would energetically spring back to life and resume his calling out, his little squeaks now apparent that he was calling out to someone or something he believed to be in the water, but yet again there was no reply. Tyrus collapsed for the final time on the ground, a sad look over his face, though a crocodiles emotions would be hard to judge just from reading their face. He slowly turned his head until his eye rested upon the canine again and he gave a woeful and defeated squeak.
@Kyorai