Carnotaurus

Carnotaurus did not stalk. It did not ambush. It did not scheme or wait or

plan. It saw what it wanted and it ran. Its body was built for one thing:

straight-line speed. Powerful legs drove it forward with an acceleration

that turned its horned skull into a guided missile. Its arms were almost

nonexistent — evolution had stripped away anything that created drag, anything

that slowed the charge, anything that was not directly in service of closing

the distance between predator and prey as fast as physically possible. The

two horns above its eyes were not large, but at full speed they did not need

to be. Impact at that velocity turned ornament into weapon. Carnotaurus was

the Dominion's answer to a question no prey wanted asked: what happens when

the thing chasing you is faster? The answer was simple, brutal, and usually

final. You do not outrun Carnotaurus. You simply hope it is chasing

something else.