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The Velociraptor matriarch's rumbling stomach reminded her of how desperately she needed food. Her flock had been stealing through the forest all night, meticulously searching the shadows and undergrowth with their glowing eyes, but they had found nothing that would slake their hunger. Nor could they smell anything but the forest's usual musty odor. The matriarch considered giving up the hunt and bedding down for the day, but she knew that starving raptors could not sleep. Nor could they get along, for hungry raptors were quick to turn on each other. For the sake of her flock's cohesion, they had to find food before the sun came out.

The forest's chorus of chirping crickets and croaking frogs was shattered by a shrill whine followed by a reverberating thud. These sounds excited the matriarch. She knew the cry had been the death call of an Edmontosaurus and the thud had been its collapse. Wherever a large dinosaur died, there was a mountain of meat, more food than her flock had ever needed for one meal. The very thought of that melted her mouth's inside.

The raptors scurried through the palmettoes and ferns towards where the matriarch was sure the noises had come from. Eventually the matriarch could smell the appetizing aroma of spilled entrails. The stronger the scent grew, the faster she and her flock ran.
Then they halted.

A freshly killed edmontosaur did indeed lie before the raptors, but they were not alone. A Tyrannosaurus was gorging on the carcass, crunching through bone and tearing off huge mouthfuls of flesh.

The raptor matriarch's first impulse was to turn and flee back, but then her stomach rumbled again. She didn't want to avoid a big opportunity to kill her hunger once and for all, but her whole flock had to get around the tyrannosaur somehow. There were too many raptors for them to all successfully sneak towards the carcass and steal bites of meat while the big predator wasn't looking, so the stealthy option wouldn't work. Only a direct confrontation would.

Wait, had she lost her mind? The tyrannosaur could swallow her in one gulp. She may have had a whole flock behind her, but never before had they tackled a fully-grown dinosaur that was so massive. No, they to leave him alone. They had to bed with an empty stomach in the upcoming morning. And they had to tear each other to pieces in their desperation.
The matriarch would rather be swallowed whole than let that happen to her flock.

She strutted out of the underbrush towards the tyrannosaur and squawked at him. When he raised his blood-soaked muzzle from his kill to glare down at her, the raptor stamped her feet on the forest floor and flapped her feathered wings as a threat display. The tyrannosaur puffed out a gust of air through his nostrils to show his contempt. The raptor persisted, stamping and flapping at more furious rates and screeching shrilly. Opening his cavernous mouth, the tyrannosaur responded with a deafening roar that almost blew the raptor away. Yet she still would not flee.

The raptor knew that the tyrannosaur would not willingly yield to her. She had no choice but to force him away. She bit him on the snout.

Another roar escaped the tyrannosaur's gaping jaws. Flapping her wings, the raptor leapt onto his snout and slashed at it with her foreclaws. The rest of her flock erupted from the bushes screeching and joined her in pouncing onto the giant beast.

The tyrannosaur thrashed his head side to side. The raptor matriarch clung on, her claws plunging deeper into his flesh. He thrust his snout upward so that her back crashed into an overhanging bough. Pain burned her spine. She released her foreclaws.

Another sideward thrash of the tyrannosaur's head sent her flying off. She collided with a tree trunk and slid down it. The rough bark grazed her back, reddening her feathers. Her strength and wrath bled out as she descended to the ground. Were she to make another attack, she would be killed. All the matriarch could do was watch her flock fare better in savaging him.

The rest of the raptors had striped the tyrannosaur's hide with scars, yet he did not relent. He stomped and shook his body. He flung off raptors. He tore them off with his jaws and chomped down on them. And he crushed them underfoot. Raptor after raptor died until there were none left. The tyrannosaur, though coated with blood now, had triumphed, and he declared this with a great roar.

The matriarch was horrified that her whole flock had been killed. She was all alone now, and it was all her fault. A few puny Velociraptors were not enough to take down or even intimidate Tyrannosaurus, the gargantuan king of the forest. What a stupid idea she had come up with! And how tragically ironic it was that, in her zeal to help her flock survive, she had caused its destruction.

The raptor disappeared into the forest in shame while the tyrannosaur continued his meal.
The initial concept for this short story came up when I was considering the claim that Tyrannosaurus rex would have used its size to bully smaller predators such as raptors away from their kills. This may have happened once in a while, but I would think that, if anything, the smaller predators would have been the ones who would eat T. Rex's leftovers. T. Rex's kills would have been bigger after all, so it could have fed more scavengers than anything raptors could kill.

As I wrote this, the story evolved into a deconstruction of the raptor fanboys' belief that a pack (or flock) of raptors would have been capable of killing anything. If larger raptors like Utahraptor or Achillobator hunted in groups, I could see those tackling large prey, but the likes of Velociraptor or Deinonychus tackling anything as big as a fully-grown T. Rex or Triceratops...please! You might as well have flocks of hawks attacking rhinos.

The way I see it, most raptor flocks would have stuck to medium-sized prey such as Tenontosaurus, leaving the really big and dangerous game to larger theropods like T. Rex and Acrocanthosaurus. It would have been rather like how wolf and hyena packs today hunt deer rather than elephants. I don't mean to this say that raptors weren't badass in their own way, but no dinosaur was an indestructible killing machine.
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Mattoosaurus Featured By Owner Dec 13, 2014  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
I agree, T. rex was obviously the dominant predator in its territory, so in most cases, it was either the T. rex bullying away smaller predators or them waiting for the king to finish his meal 
YoungAngelStocking Featured By Owner Oct 26, 2012  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
Velociraptors are my favorite dinosaurs, but I have to agree. Not even a whole flock of raptors could take down a T.Rex, (not that they could try, they didn't live in the same area XD)
DaBrandonSphere Featured By Owner Oct 26, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
It's true, Velociraptors and T. Rex lived in different continents. This is more fantasy than reality to be honest.
ZombieFighter116 Featured By Owner Oct 26, 2012
:icontyrannosaurusrexplz: "ROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRR!!!" ( "Bring it on, you chicken-headed freaks!")
aaronpirates Featured By Owner Jun 14, 2012
hahahahahahahahahaha, thats why you never mess with the king of dinosaurs :)
kmathel94 Featured By Owner Jan 29, 2012  Hobbyist
ahhh but the raptors could plan just like a certain creature I am well aquinted with. And like these creatures(I am soo very well aquanted with) the raptors were said to have been pritty clever.
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