Merciful Teeth (Giganotosaurus x Female Indominus Rex)

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The Doe thought it was a trick of the mind, at first.

A trick of a distant memory.

Of her child-little and fragile-now an adult, large and strong.

At first, she thought he was her mate.

But as the ruddy female approached, he did not smell like her mate.

He smelled different, yet so familiar.

She did not see her son in years-ever since he left the nest to claim a territory of his own.

But her baby was still her baby.

When mother and son met, they stared, at first.

Uncertain, and wary.

And then the Doe called-as if a mother calling to her chick.

It was a noise the adult male responded to as if he were a hatchling again.

Their tails wagged faintly to and fro.

Their large, bulky bodies moved forth and crashed together, warm bodies pressing against one another and bulky heads nuzzling.

They booped heads, and rubbed and pressed.

A series of deep, guttural purrs riveted from their scaled throats.

When the Buck return-he noticed the younger male that looked like him, yet was different.

His chest swelled in pride upon seeing the bull his son became.

Large.

Powerful.

He sported scars from battle and hunt-if fewer than his father.

When the mother stepped back, the father approached.

The males grumbled and shook their heads, before bumping their snouts together.

It was good to see his parents again.

The Buck and Doe were pleased to see their child.

It was good to have another ally against monsters.

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It was a monster.

It was like one of the others she saw before.

But this one was different, if slightly so.

It was alone, unlike the green one and the ruddy brown one.

It was alone, but it was more vivid in color, like the green one.

Green, but less scarred.

Anathema's sapphire eyes narrowed as she watched a member of her pack get crushed within the beast's jaws-and get tossed away.

A triumphant bellow trumpeted from the beast as her remaining pack members scattered.

Slowly, carefully, the white Indominus emerged from the treeline, branches breaking and foliage crunching.

The green bull was feeding upon a kill.

Her pack was waiting their turn to feed-when one got too close.

The large beast caught her in her jaws, and crushed her in one bite.

Anathema's pack scattered into the forest after that.

But it did not draw the Indominus' ire.

Death happened.

And with this bulky headed beast-death seemed to happen a lot more often.