Predators

Cry

A soft breeze blew through the jungle, unaware of the turmoil that went on by the creek.

Jihara was down in seconds, not having any time to shift. Jihara's human body, pinned to the ground by massive claws. Blood flowed from the open wounds the claws made, but Jihara cared for none of that. What she cared for was the massive Giganotosaurus looming over her. Jihara clawed at the predator as it opened its mouth showing rows of sharp teeth.

Panic flooded Jihara causing her to let out a raptor's cry for help, that sounded through the jungle.

The Giganotosaur's eyes widened in anger at Jihara's cry and quickly bit into Jihara's human arm.

Jihara screamed as fiery white hot pain slashed through her, as the Giganotosaur tore Jihara's arm free from its socket.

Jihara's body started convulsing, trying to protect itself while changing into its deadlier form, the Giganotosaur swallowed Jihara's arm.

The jungle air filled, with the fresh metallic smell of blood. Catching the eyes of many small predators that had ventured into the Tyrannosaur's territory.

After finishing Jihara's left arm, the Giganotosaur licked its teeth readying to take another bite of Jihara's now full velociraptor form.

Jihara was too far gone to notice the impending doom that leaned over her, to caught up in the pain that clutched and ate at her, her conscience slowly fading.

Just as the Giganotosaur's teeth got within a half centimeter of Jihara's head the Giganotosaur was hit on his side by a great force, causing it to fall in the creek.

Sensing a enemy the Giganotosaur quickly got up to see who had challenged him, only to see the owner of the territory standing over the frail and covered in blood velociraptor.

Fury and anger brewed within the Tyrannosaur eventually forming into malice. The Tyrannosaur had heard the velociraptor's desperate call for help when he had been dragging a dead ankylosaur, to his cave.

When the Tyrannosaur had found the velociraptor something within him snapped. Her body lay bloody and broken in a pool of blood with her left arm missing.
Someone had touched what was his, someone had entered his territory and had hurt what was his.

When the Tyrannosaur looked in the Giganotosaur's eyes, all the Giganotosaur could see was a dark malice.

The Giganotosaur had made a mistake entering the Tyrannosaur's territory to hunt. The Giganotosaur had made the mistake of touching a Tyrannosaur's thing. The Giganotosaur had underestimated the fact that all Tyrannosaurus' were possessive of everything and if their things were touched or taken there was no surviving.

The Tyrannosaur let out a roar, a roar full of malice and fury. A roar that shook the jungle at its base. A roar that made both predators and prey that heard the noise flee.

The Giganotosaur backed up, as flying dinosaurs flew over head, having been disturbed from their perches.

And once the roar was over, a great battle ensued between the Giganotosaur and the Tyrannosaur. So bloody and gory the details are better, left out from the story than in it.