Emerging from a portal into a large lush forest was an predator from over 10,000 years ago. A feline with two long sabre like canines jutting out of his mouth. He was none other than a Smilodon Populator, or the sabre toothed tiger as many would call his kind. More robustly built than a modern Lion or Tiger. His shoulders huge and bulging with muscle. He had a spotted coat, to blend in with his usual habitat. Whilst back 'home' he was already a particularly large specimen of his kind. Now he stood close to 400ft tall and about 650ft long. His large paws, 60ft tall, 100 ft long and 80ft wide. Smash down into the forest. Trees being crushed under his thick pads. His claws tearing through trunks like a hot knife through butter. He looks about and snarls. This place doesn't smell, feel or look right. Why was everything so small? He strolled on carving a trail of destruction through the once pristine forest. Birds squawked and flew away in their droves. Other wildlife letting off cries of alarm as they fled from his approaching form. His footsteps sounded like thunder as his mighty felid form carves its ever destructive way through the forest.
He constantly sniffs at the air and looks about as he ploughs on. He could smell the wildlife and hear their cries of alarm. He snorted, so they should run from him. He was the predator, they the prey. But, right now he was more interested in working out where the hell he was. He walked for twenty minutes, nothing but constant forest filled his vision. But he smelt something... Different. Stopping he sniffed at the air powerfully. A scent, he'd never smelt it before, but it had his interest. He licked his lips and turned towards the scent, his curiosity piqued. The scent grew stronger and ever more interesting. Soon he could see little brightly coloured creatures within the forest. Just what where they?! He had to find out...
To the hikers the walk through the forest had been uneventful and to be honest boring. But the 'thunder' had them confused. There was no clouds in the clear blue sky. The sound of crashing trees, squawking birds and when the ground started to shake they really panicked. When they saw the gigantic Smilodon coming right at him they screamed and ran...
The creatures ran, but they was small and slow. The Smilodon growled and started to run. Ripping up the forest on a far more destructive scale. He caught the creatures in just a few steps. His heavy footsteps had knocked them over. He lowers his head and sniffs the creatures. His suction pulls them towards his nostrils. He exhales, blowing them away. They screamed and tried to run. He tips his head on its side and opens his mighty jaws wide. His tongue, a gigantic sandpaper like slug. Emerges from his mouth and curls around the creatures. He pulls them into his maw and seals his jaws. Levelling his head he swishes and licks them against his ridges. Tearing flesh from bone and coating his tongue with blood. He reduces the creatures to saliva soaked piles of mush. He swallows and burps... Tasty! He licks his lips and sniffs for more of these creatures.
He picks up more of these creatures, humans a few miles away (or dozen on the worlds scale). He makes his way for the humans. He finally comes across...
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