Lord of the Typhoon - Titanosaurus

Just a pic of Titanosaurus in a storm at sea...

"It is the last of its kind.

It has lived beneath the waves for untold eons, silently living out what passes for its natural lifespan without any pretentions of conquest, or honor, or revenge. It has no wish to engage in that mad practice of War, and without interference, it will never have to.

It silently preys upon a multitude of prey items; though the great mammals are too swift, coordinated, and elusive to be worth the effort most of the time, it has no such troubles with the giant, many-armed cephalopods that float within the inky blackness of the seas.

Though the rest of its kind have fallen to the thousand minute changes in the ocean’s temperature, salinity, and currents untold millions of years before, this beast alone remains to roam the shadowed depths of the sea, its finned gills silently working to pump air into impossibly refined lungs and extract some amount of life-giving oxygen from the world.

On occasion, something larger will appear within its dark world; some great kaiju bent on carnage or revenge or hatred. When these arrive, it simply fades into the shadows to await its passing, silently ensconced within the ocean’s hidden realms as only one who has spent untold millions of years within these waters can…

The intrusion of the alien beasts of wood, and then iron, was an unwelcome development within its life. Though it had simply avoided these newcomers by retreating to the deepest waters at first, it had come across a handful of the great iron beasts that could swim beneath the waves with alarming ease. They were noisy, they were swift, and they were horribly indiscreet and pushy. For a time, it had used what intellect its ancient instincts had given it to deliberate what to do about them…

…this all changed upon the coming of The Call.

The Call was like nothing it had ever known before. It had heard the cries of the great sea mammals speaking to one another, and over a period of a single year, it had felt something new probing at its mind through frequencies too high for its external ears to process… but this was far stronger, far more insistent. It was a Call that tore through its higher impulses, blasted apart its higher intelligence that had allowed it to live in peace for so many years, and pierced into the core saurian instincts that had not been seen for millions of years…

…and as those instincts bloomed past untold millions of years and into full, monstrous life, it saw what could be done. It was so easy, so simple, and yet, until now, it would never have considered it…

The time had come to Kill once more.

As it ascended past a million years of water and weight and instinct, up to the surface, up to the typhoon that raged upon the surface, its great tail fanning the seas into a waterspout, Titanosaurus let out a tremendous wailing howl that it had not used since time immemorial, a lament for the beast that had died this day… and a greeting for the monster that had been born anew."


Inspiration music: [link] (The Scorpions: Hurricane 2000)