The juvenile Tyrannosaur was prancing around, looking for a watering hole to get a thirst-quenching drink from. As he and his mother continued their quest for a new home, they did not realize it, but the adventure was coming to an end. After wandering around for a while. Something started quenching under their claws. It was warm and swooshed over their claws. The younger of the duo had never experienced such a sensation. T, who was approaching his teenage years, saw a vast body of water that, to him, might provide nourishment. He walked up to the body of water, which dwarfed even the plains from earlier with its immense size. The young Tyrannosaur went up to the large body of water to take a sip, much to his mother’s trepidation. She stood there, on guard for any would-be attackers. After taking a single sip from the water, T coughed and wheezed. It was far too salty for him. And, as if to add insult to injury, something came up from the sand and pinched his feet. It was a Dacoticancer: a prehistoric crab that had small pincers compared to its descendants, but still packed a punch for such a tiny creature. Needless to say, T was quite shocked when he was on the receiving end of a pinch.
The Tyrannosaur shook off the tiny crustacean, but it caused a vibration in the sand, and the consequences of his actions were about to ensue.
Just when T finally dislodged the crab from his foot, a Carapaceon known as Hermitaur erupted from the sand. This one, however, was much larger than the comparatively small Dakoticancer, standing around 156.1cm (5 feet). It was, however, large and omnivorous enough to prove a genuine threat to the prey standing before it. It lunged its pincer at the juvenile Tyrannosaur, who reacted just in time to avoid being pierced by the killer Carapaceon, as his mother stood there, watching. She figured that it was finally time for her son to learn how to fight for himself. Realizing that his life was on the line, the small Tyrant decided it was time to prove who was king.
Circling each other, the Tyrannosaur and Hermitaur sized the other up and charged.
The Hermitaur, who had the range advantage, proceeded to lunge at T again. The juvenile dinosaur, however, was prepared for the attack and evaded the pincer’s pierce. T then tried to turn the fight to his advantage. He ran around the Carapaceon, avoiding the pincers, and tried to chomp on its back. Much to the tiny Tyrannosar’s surprise, the shell was far too hard to bite into. T reeled back in pain, having lost a tooth in the process of biting the shell of the Hermitaur. The said shells in question were naturally formed on the back of the Carapaceon, resulting in a natural carapace. There was no way for the small Tyrannosaur to fight back the Hermitaur without getting in close to its pincers. Luckily enough for T, instead of being on the losing end, the Hermitaur took off.
Seeing as how there was no one left to challenge him, T went to take one last look at the vast blueness before him. He waded through the shallow water, and what he saw was a sensation he had never experienced before. It was his first experience seeing the light blue of the sky contrast with the dark blue of the ocean at the horizon. He then looked at his reflection in the water, which disappeared as the ripples started.
Fearing for her son, the mother Tyrannosaur came and nudged him back to the solid beach that they had been on. But as she did, something started lunging up towards her, and fast. It was a Tylosaurus, and it had T’s mother by the tail, trying to drag her back into the ocean as its next meal. The incident caused T to retreat to the beach for safety, as he would much rather fight on land, where he is less vulnerable and far more adaptable. The Tylosaurus was ? submerged and ? above the surface as she tried to pull the mother into the sea. T scrambled towards his mother, using his jaws to grab her by the feet and try pulling her towards safety. This choice proved to be a bad decision. Toppling over, the mother Tyrannosaur was at the mercy of the Tylosaurus as she was still trying to drag the T. rex into the ocean. But as luck would have it, a massive creature that dwarfed both the female Tylosaurus and T’s mother would intervene. This was not intentional, though. The creature just saw the two reptiles battling and chose the larger meal. The creature in question was named Lagiacrus, the ‘Lord of the Sea’. It was a massive predatory creature, large enough that if you combined the Tylosaurus and Tyrannosaurus from one end to the other, they might barely be larger than the sea monster.
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The Lagiacrus charged the female Tylosaurus, ramming her in the side, causing her to loosen her jaw’s vice grip on the mother T.rex. The Lord of the Seas created an opening for the maternal Tyrannosaur to escape with nothing but bite marks in her tail. They stung, sure, but her life was still intact.
The son Tyrannosaur was worried about his mother but entranced by the whirlpools forming in the sea. The size of them captivated the young dinosaur until he noticed something else. Lots of smaller seafaring creatures were being sucked in. Then something even odder happened. T watched as lightning enveloped the waves. The flashing produced a luminance so extraordinary that even his mother took her time watching everything unfold. The whirlpool went on for a while, the lightning circling around it every so often. As the whirlpool stopped, the horror began. The mother-son duo saw that the vortex wasn’t a naturally occurring phenomenon, no. This was created by a living entity so powerful that it seemed to possess the abilities of nature itself.
After the dazzling event ended, they saw the Lagiacrus pop its head out of the ocean and let out a mighty roar. Following him was a bunch of small fish, reptiles and anything else unfortunate enough to get sucked into the maelstrom. The Lord of the Sea looked at T and his mother for just over a moment. It was almost as if he was trying to tell them something. Like an ancient conversation being passed between two incoherent languages. The monster then looked at the floating carcasses of the fish and other creatures that were dragged into the whirlpool. The Tylosaurus that attacked the mother Tyrannosaur was nowhere to be seen. She got away from the Lagiacrus, who still had enough food here to last him a while.
A growl was heard nearby, scaring T. He ran behind his mother, hoping for her protection, then heard it again. He hopped out from behind her when he realized that it was coming from her stomach. He listened closely and started sniffing it to see if he could figure out what was going on.
Nothing…
The horror of losing her life caused the Tyrant Queen to develop a hunger that needed to be satiated. She then saw another Hermitaur pop out of the ground, unlike the one that had picked a fight with her son, and chased after it.
When they finally had their meal, T watched his mother as she was in the middle of very strange, alien behaviour. He watched as she rolled in the mud while simultaneously swatting at herself with her tail. After watching her for a while, T jumped into the mud, too. Picking it up and tossing it aside. It felt really good on his skin, too, alleviating all the itchiness that he had been experiencing lately. T’s mother had it worse, though, as something so small was providing her with the most discomfort. It happened when her blood started rising from the ambush that was set by the Tylosaurus, and blood is quite the feast for even the smallest of carnivores.
