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Artist | Desmond [gallery] |
Time spent | 7 minutes |
Drawing sessions | 2 |
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2 paragraph story: Quake and I were on our way to Canyon Lake where we planned to start a new life for ourselves and my siblings who would follow after I had gotten our new residence in shape. The two of us traveled light, taking almost nothing with us since we were taking the short cut through the valley. We had never been in the area before but I had heard stories about the dangerous carnivore that called that valley home. It was said that he was larger than a T-Rex and very swift, but also that he could be distracted with shiny objects. Knowing this I made sure to pack a fair number of metal dishes, but I was hoping that we wouldn't need to use them until I was ready to have dinner in the city. We were most of the way through the valley when Canyon Lake came into view in the distance. Seeing the great city so close eased my nerves a bit and I breathed a sign of relief as we left the treeline, birds chirping happily around us, and made our way along the road toward that great wall and shelter. Until then we had been traveling through the dark forest where I was sure we would run into some kind of trouble but Quake had remained calm so I kept my worrying in check.
I was beginning to think that we would make it to our destination without incident when the great Wuerhosaurus beneath me began to shift uneasily and sniff the air. The hair rose on my neck as I glanced around but saw nothing. Then a great roar pierced the air sending a chill through my bones. I spun around to see a massive white Rex charging at us. He had been taking cover in the trees, perhaps even following us, waiting for us to get in the open where he could run us down. I told Quake to run but I didn't really need to since he had already decided for himself that that was the best thing to do. We raced as fast as Quake could go, but it was apparent that our pursuer was faster. Fear had taken our hearts and for a moment all our thoughts were on fleeing. The strange Rex was nearly upon us when I finally remembered the dishes. I turned around and untied the ropes that held the pack in place and watched as its contents spilled out on the ground behind us. To my amazement the Rex suddenly stopped dead in his tracks, almost flipping over himself to stop and play with the items we had dropped. I didn't look back again until we were entering the gates. The Rex was then standing away from the dishes watching as his prey slipped away to safety.
Again I wanted to do something different from the movies. I made up Canyon Lake for this story and I plan on using it in my other Dino stories too. I'm going to come up with a whole little world for them.
Art portraying to your story:
Drawn by me. The rider is my persona Nicolai.
The "saddle" is just a cushion thrown over the plate and tied on so the ride is a bit more comfortable, but the rider would still have to squat more than sit. Designing tack for a plated dinosaur is hard.
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