Triceratops

Triceratops did not hide. It did not run. It planted its feet, lowered its

horned skull, and dared the world to try. Three horns — two long, one short

— jutted forward from a head crowned by a broad shield of solid bone that

protected its neck and shoulders like a wall. Everything about Triceratops

was designed around a single principle: stand your ground. The grasslands of

the Dominion were dangerous — home to the most efficient predators the world

had ever produced. Triceratops answered them all the same way. It charged.

And when several tons of bone and horn hit you at full speed, the

conversation ended. Even Tyrannosaurus — the king itself — bore scars from

encounters with Triceratops. Not every hunt ended in the predator's favor.

Not every charge ended in the defender's. But the grasslands remembered both,

and the ground between them was always a place where nothing else dared to

stand.