A blur of movement sliced through the aqueous expanse, a testament to streamlined perfection. The Mosasaurus Hoffmannii, a leviathan measuring an imposing 57 feet in length and weighing a colossal 2,200 pounds, epitomized the apex of prehistoric marine predators. Scars, like tales etched into its scaled armor, bore witness to a lifetime navigating the treacherous dance between survival and extinction.
The ancient giant, propelled by powerful flippers and fuelled by instinct honed by millennia, surged through the water with a swiftness that belied its massive size—30 miles per hour of unbridled aquatic prowess.
As the aged behemoth patrolled its realm, eyes honed by years of underwater hunting, it detected a distant presence—a lone plesiosaurus. The unsuspecting creature, navigating the ocean currents in search of sustenance, was oblivious to the looming threat that awaited.
The Mosasaurus, an embodiment of predatory finesse, descended to the seafloor with the elegance of a master hunter. Its gargantuan form merged with the shadows, patiently waiting for the opportune moment.
With a sudden burst of speed, the Mosasaurus launched its ambush. The powerful tail, a propellant of swift demise, threw the marine giant forwards from 0 to 20 miles per hour in an instant. The collision was swift and merciless as the Mosasaurus slammed into the unsuspecting plesiosaurus.
The sea churned with primal fury as the Mosasaurus, armed with a 16,000 newton bite force, sank its teeth into the plesiosaurus. The ocean, witness to countless epochs, bore sight of this relentless dance of predator and prey.
The wounded plesiosaurus, its life force ebbing away into the azure depths, thrashed in futile resistance. The Mosasaurus, a living relic of primeval oceans, tightened its grip, sealing the fate of another life in the ceaseless cycle of existence.
The nearby ammonites, timeless witnesses to the intricacies of marine existence, observed as the drama unfolded—a chapter concluding, yet the ocean's ancient saga persisting, untethered by the passage of epochs.
I'm quite proud of this one :D
Reminds me of my first book; the joy of writing it and the pride that came with the accomplishment.
Ah, to be ten again.