Long ago there lived a little T-Rex. Much smaller than the more popular dinosaur you may have read and heard about. Although his body was a tad lengthy, his head could barely reach up to your hip if he were alive today. Covered in tar black feathers and his head adorned in a bright crimson, it would be hard to miss this fellow in broad daylight. Scientists call him Dilong, but we'll simply name him Richese. Although tempting, you wouldn't want this little T-Rex for a pet. He was foul tempered and might fancy your other pets for a meal. On top of that unpleasantness was the fact that Richese smelled most foul. Rotten breath and having a heavy musk about him, you wouldn't want him any where near you unless you bathed him and brushed his teeth regularly.
It was spring and mating season for his species. Our mini Rex plods about with a slight limp, his recent encounter with a larger female not going so well for him. His species were often loners, only coming together to mate and raise their young. Richese recent tried to court a female, but she wasn't all that interested in him. Being inexperienced and all too eager, he attempted to mount her anyway. Such an act earned him a bruised hip and bloody gash across his snout. It could've been far worse for him, indeed he could have lost his life. But she was surprisingly lenient and had allowed him to limp away to safety. Back in his own territory, he emerges from some low growing bushes nearby a cool steam than ran calmly past him. Richese looks into the stream, the water clear enough that his face reflected back up at him. Ghost grey eyes blinked twice, bright red blood droplets fell from the tip of his nose.
There was a lot of pain on that face of you were see it, not just the physical pain but mental as well. It was his first attempt to mate and it became an utter failure. Doubts began to creep up into his brain whether he'd have the courage to try again this season. He dips his head into the cold water, the sensation soothing to his throbbing wound. He then drinks casually, not all that concerned with his surroundings. The possibility of a larger hunter being attracted was far higher now, but on other hand his keen senses would alert him long before that danger drew nearer. He had very few transgressions in these parts anyway, not too much in the way of competition for food either. However, a nearby Raptor clan did cause him some degree of frustration on those rare occasions. Since that were slightly larger than he was and the fact that they were pack hunters left Richese but little choice but to begrudgingly offer a fresh kill to them should they want it. Monster as he was, even he knew his limits. There was no way he could oppose them and hope to live another day.
Lately though, he hadn't seen much of them and deep down he almost missed the company. There were times than even a loner liked companionship, even if it was only an adversary to scream at. He turned his head to his right and notices a bloated carcass, a kill he made a few days prior. For us, it would've been hard to tell what it was when it was alive. Most of the body was stripped to the bones, but some carrion still remained to satisfy his belly. Flys swarm about the visceral mass as he approached it. To us, the smell would be cloying, but to the Rex it was intoxicating. He takes moment to roll on it, making a happy little squeal before ripping away a new flesh. Despite what he had gone through, his troubles were soon forgotten. However in his feeding, he failed to notice a pair of eyes now transfixed on his position. Eyes that watched him with a hungry desire…