I need some good music as the theme song for my mc.
Along with images for him. It could be a dragon or lean more on his Godzilla form.
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Ian stumbled back into the trailer, slightly out of breath, just as the thunder of heavy footsteps shook the ground. The glass rattled in the frames and everyone froze. Outside, the silhouettes of the two adult Rexes loomed, their guttural growls echoing through the valley. They had come for their infant.
Sarah, steady despite the growing panic, gently carried the injured juvenile to the doorway. She hesitated only for a heartbeat before stepping out into the open, holding the little Rex carefully as its parents loomed closer. With slow, deliberate movements, she set the infant on the ground and backed away. They went inside and closed the door immediately hoping they'll leave.
The massive predators lowered their heads, sniffing and nudging the whimpering juvenile. A low, rumbling growl rolled from the father's chest as he noticed the splint on the leg—an unfamiliar scent of humans clinging to the wound. The mother bared her teeth, hissing, and both Rexes turned their massive heads toward the trailer, eyes narrowing with primal fury.
Inside, Ian's face drained of color.
"Ah, this is… this is the part where they kill us."
The Rexes let out deafening roars, circling closer, when suddenly another sound cut through the chaos. A thunderous, bone-shaking bellow rolled across the valley, so deep and resonant it made the Rexes themselves pause. The walls of the trailer vibrated, glasses toppled off counters, and even the ground seemed to shudder.
Everyone went still.
"What the hell was that?" Ian muttered, pressing himself against the window, though the angle gave him little more than shadows beyond the swaying trees.
"It's not them," Sarah whispered, her eyes wide.
"That didn't sound like T-Rex… it sounded deeper."
Ian blinked at her, then turned to Nick. "Well, you're the brave one. Why don't you go check it out?"
Nick whipped his head around. "Me? Why me?"
"I mean, you're the wildlife guy, right? Go, uh… observe the wildlife." Ian made a vague shooing gesture toward the door.
Nick threw his hands up. "I'm a documentarian, Ian, not monster bait!"
"Come on, don't sell yourself short," Ian shot back with a nervous grin. "You've got that… rugged, sacrificial look about you."
"Oh, great, thanks. Maybe you should try it—you're taller, makes you easier to spot."
"Yeah, thanks for the pep talk, but I've got a strict policy about not being eaten." Ian turned toward Sarah.
"Back me up here—tell him he should go."
But Sarah had already slipped past them both, her expression set with determination. She gripped the doorway, steadied her breath, and stepped outside to see what awaited beyond the trees.
And when she looked… her face went pale.
Ian noticed Sarah's face go pale as she froze in the doorway. His nerves instantly spiked.
"What do you see?" he asked, trying to keep his voice casual but failing miserably.
Sarah didn't answer—her mouth opened, but no words came.
Nick frowned, glancing between them. "Come on, it can't be worse than a T-Rex, right? I mean, what's out there? Super-T-Rex?"
Ian shot him a look. "Don't give the island ideas. That's exactly how things get worse."
Nick muttered under his breath. "Yeah, well, maybe it's a giant herbivore. Big cow. Big, cuddly cow…"
Ian smirked, whispering, "Maybe it's your mother-in-law."
Nick gave him a glare. "Funny. Really funny."
Despite their bickering, both men shuffled forward to peer out beside Sarah. The moment they saw it, all banter died in their throats.
Their eyes widened. Words failed them.
Because what stood beyond the tree line wasn't dinosaur, wasn't mammal—
—it was a monster.
A dragon.
Crowned with a regal mane of horns that swept back and curved like a natural crown, its head radiated a kingly presence. The scales had darkened into thick, black armor, glimmering faintly with a metallic sheen. They pressed close like living steel, shifting with a liquid grace despite their density.
Its frame was sleek, lean, and terrifying—yet powerful enough to dwarf any creature in the valley. At full height, it towered past twenty-five meters. Its serpentine body stretched over fifty meters long, weighing easily past a thousand tons. And when its wings unfurled, they spanned sixty—maybe seventy—meters, blotting out the faint moonlight with a shadow vast enough to swallow the earth beneath.
Nick's jaw dropped. His camera slipped from his grip, dangling uselessly by the strap.
"…That's not a cow."
Ian blinked twice, deadpan. "Well, I was wrong. This is worse than a T-Rex."
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It had been a month and a half since Claire first set foot on Isla Sorna. By now, she had adapted to the harsh rhythm of the island. Survival had become instinct, her body hardened and her reflexes sharpened. On one hunt with Ace and Speckles, she had even managed to bring down a raptor on her own after it ambushed her—a victory that proved she could hold her own in this savage place.
During her time exploring the abandoned facilities scattered across the island, she had scoured every room, searching desperately for any way to call for help or find a route back home.
Nothing offered a solution. No radios, no satellites, no working consoles—only silence and dust. Still, her efforts weren't in vain. She had managed to salvage supplies and a handful of useful tools that kept her alive and moving forward.
All this time, Matias couldn't shake the gnawing wariness that lingered in his chest, as though the island itself would one day force him to leave and set him adrift into the wider world once more.
Deep down, he already knew what it was. Even without that looming dread, the truth was clear. He wasn't meant to remain confined here. He was a kaiju—born to soar beyond the clouds, to roam the vast horizons, to claim the freedom of the skies like the birds he often watched.
He knew that perhaps the events of the Jurassic Park series were close and decided to prepare for his time to leave.
"You seem troubled… is something the matter?" Claire asked gently, noticing the way Matias paused, his gaze fixed toward the horizon.
He didn't answer. Instead, his body tensed ever so slightly, his senses stretching outward. Through his sonar detection and seismic awareness, he mapped the island in silence, each pulse painting a clearer image of what lay beyond.
The warmth of the sunlight washed over his scales, yet it could not ease the heaviness pressing down on him. Inevitability lingered in the air. The world would soon know of him—whether he wished it or not.
And then, before his vision, a familiar notification appeared.
[ Mission ]
[ Description: The time of concealment nears its end. Destiny calls you to step beyond the veil of secrecy. Your power must shape the fate of Isla Sorna, bringing Claire Dearing into contact with Ian Malcolm and his companions. The world edges toward disaster, and only your intervention can turn the tide. ]
[ Objective: Guide Claire to Ian Malcolm and his group. Stop InGen from transporting dinosaurs to the mainland. Unleash terror upon the InGen forces to shatter their ambitions. ]
[ Reward: Size Reduction, 1,000,000 EP ]
Matias chose to wait, biding his time until the moment came to bring Claire to Malcolm's group. For now, he turned his focus to Ace and Speckles. They deserved to know—at least in their own way—that he would soon be leaving the island. If Monarch truly existed in this world, then his presence here could draw unwanted trouble. Better that he depart before it endangered the fragile balance of their home.
He lowered his massive head toward the two smaller dinosaurs, rumbling a deep, resonant growl that carried layered tones—part warning, part reassurance. Ace flicked his tail and chirped back, a sharp, staccato series of cries that sounded defiant yet mournful. Speckles responded with low, throaty calls, circling Matias' foreclaws as if trying to hold him in place.
The exchange continued like a strange, primal conversation. Matias pulsed his sonar once more, letting the vibrations roll over them like a heartbeat, telling them he would return—but only when it was safe.
Ace tilted his head and gave a sharp bark, while Speckles pressed closer, their sounds rising into a chorus that echoed faintly through the trees.
Claire watched from a short distance, hugging her arms around herself. She couldn't understand the meaning of their cries, but the weight of it was unmistakable. Something was changing—something was coming.
She had grown attached to them in the short time they'd spent together. Matias, especially, was someone she felt deeply indebted to—his presence had kept her alive, his strength had given her hope. In her own quiet way, Claire promised herself she would do everything she could to protect him, no matter how small her efforts might seem.
She longed to go home, to see her family again, to return to the life she had lost. Yet the thought of leaving her friend behind tore at her. She knew it was impossible to bring him—or any of the creatures—back with her. The world would never allow it. All she could cling to was the hope that, one day when she was older, she might find a way to help him. Maybe not now, but in the future, when she had the means and the power, she would make sure he would not be left forgotten.