~::Story::~
No one knows quite where they came from, but one day they arrived. These two legged creatures, with their little two legged friends. This would have been fine, but they tampered, tampered with the dinosaurs that lived here, tampered with our living companions. We were here long before they were, not quite human, but definately not what they were.
It is unkown for how long our race has been here, and certainly not known why or how we came to be. It is a mystery of the great mother of them all. She ventures around here at times, we see her, though we cannot touch her. The largest and greatest of all the Dinosaurs, gentle at heart, but still we stray from her great feet.
Everything was peaceful until they came. They stayed on their side, and we stayed on ours. When we did mingle they noted us with little more than a flick of their head, or toss of their tail, but now that is not the case. Before we were no threat, but the two leggeds have done something, the dinosaurs have changed. No longer to they mildly note our presence, but they wish to destroy us when they see us. Some are still docile, like the mother herself, but most are angry and wish for our destruction.
No longer have the seers become a simply way to go and touch these creatures, to co-mingle and better understand their lifestyle, but they have become a neccesity for any village and tribe anywhere on this world. News travels quickly through the riders of the winged giants. We learn from our brothers, and warring communes as well that this destruction is happening everywhere. The seers know, like myself, what most others do not. These two leggeds did not anger the dinosaurs they made them smarter. Bent on our destruction no doubt. They are forgetting that we ourselves are smarter than they presume, and have adapted, in some ways for the better, though our lives are plagued with fear now more than ever before. They villagers turn to us for help, for guidance.
It is a sickly combination, for seers have come to power, some with not so good intentions. Leading by and angry fist, and making the world a horrid place to live in. Times like these are in need of fixing, let us hope that perhaps some day again two intelligent races of power can live alongside. There are no more two leggeds to ruin our precious mothers and kin, they have been murdered by the very things they have created. It serves them right and I feel no remorse for them.
