Dynasties

The Struggles of Anti-Socials

Successful communication was certainly quite the debacle to both parties.

Roberta never saw a creature such as her new rival. She did not know how to decipher his body language, his odd, guttural hisses or his harrowing, deep yet shrill roars. She did not understand him. And thus, Nublar's Queen was constantly guarded. Constantly tense. Constantly ready for a physical altercation.

All she saw when she looked upon Sorna's Spinosaurus, was a threat.

In truth, Roberta was not very keen in the skill of communication.

She did not know how to socialize-truly socialize. When Roberta saw prey, she gave chase, and went for the kill. When Roberta saw rivals encroach, she bellowed, and charged forth to defend her territory. Sinking her teeth into hapless prey, commanding her maw to crush down with such force she could feel the bones and cartilage break, taste the heated iron of blood flood into her iron viced jaws, hear the strangled gasp and feel the body cease, and become lax...

That was the extent of Roberta's communication-and socialization. Her jaws were her tools, and she knew how to use them well.

The only instance of non hostile interactions Roberta could recollect was not too long ago. Fairly recently, in fact. It was with the little grey Raptor that helped her fight The White One. And even after The White One fell, the Queen was unsure of the little grey creature's intent. But the small creature kept her teeth sheathed and claws lowered, her head wobbling in an unsure, curious motion, as if attempting to discern if this great and looming beast was just like The White One, a threat.

Roberta remembered one thing she did towards the curious, little creature.

She chuffed.

Chuffed, and then lumbered away.

The Grey One did the same, padding off.

That was the only instance Roberta could remember.

Roberta slowly turned her head to look upon the sailed beast.

He was still looking upon her, jaded gaze ever piercing, ever watching. Ever so slightly, the Bull's scales lips pulled upward along his snout, teeth bearing in a marred snarl with his broken jaw, a low, serpentine hiss vibrating his maw and into the earth which he lay.

The Bull was taking the Queen's lingering gaze as a threat, rather than observational study.

The Queen responded with a rumble from her throat, deep and intimidating.

The pair resumed to stare upon one another, amber and emerald eyes locked into a silent war of dare and dominance.

Neither was willing to break contact.

Neither was willing to show submission.

This was the extent of their dysfunctional and uneasy truce. Each saw the other as a threat, and neither were entirely willing to let their guard down.

It was made even worse due to the fact that while Nublar's Tyrannosaurus had no interaction with other, larger carnivores that were this tame, the Bull's interactions with the other Tyrannosaurus upon Isla Sorna all resulted in hostilities that lead to death.

Yes, Sorna's Spinosaurus slew many of the Queen's kind upon Sorna. It was quite a feat, for one such lonely predator. Hunting them, and stalking them, and fighting them, and killing them. Eliminating the competition and expanding his territory. He knew how to wage war against them. Render their crushing maws useless and shut, and they could do very little to defend themselves. Their jaws were their strength, but also their weakness.