The female maned tyrant walks down the mountain ridge. Alone and quiet. She has spent time alone in her territory for many moons. She walks her usual paths, coming across the smell of a duckbill herd. It's faint. Likely from a couple days ago. Across her vision she sees the reds, yellows, and oranges of flowers, decorating the Cretaceous landscape. The maned tyrant looks up to watch the sky. The sun burns bright before vanishing behind a dim cloud.
Her solitary existence had come to an end a day ago. She had heard the call. She has heard the calls of tyrants many times. But those calls were simply territorial. Those tyrants never wanted anyt
I have this idea of reimagining Jurassic World, but with more scientifically plausible dinosaurs. At the end I’d like it to be like a slice of life story set into an over the top zoo. I want to comunicate the amazement of working side by side with creatures extinct millions of years ago, but I have no idea how to do that