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I haven't drawn dinosaurs in a while, so i drew some ceratosaurus skulls based on Scott Hartman's reconstruction. Unfortunatley the only marker i brought with me ran out of ink midway through the frontal view (which i did just looking at skulls from the side)😑I need to go back to paleoart, and i need to start drawing more big theropods . . . . #paleoart #paleoartist #ceratosaurus #skull #ceratosaurusskull #sketch #sketchbook #practice #pencilsketch #pencildrawing #theropod #dinosaur #dinosaurart

In the Jurassic, a mated pair of Ceratosaurus were enjoying their feast of juvenile sauropod. Only to now be denied by a lone Allosaur sub adult, hungry and desperate for prey. As the rains return and the storm brews, the standoff over the carcass continues

I realized I never posted the scanned versions of some of my illustrations. So here is a higher quality picture of Denial, scanned and digitally cleaned!

In the Jurassic, a mated pair of Ceratosaurus were enjoying their feast of juvenile sauropod. Only to now be denied by a lone Allosaur sub adult, hungry and desperate for prey. As the rains return and the storm brews, the standoff over the carcass continues

I was having too much fun drawing/coloring these bois,(ignoring that i forgot to finish these bois for a month)

I made new Patterns for Cera and Meglo, And a New Color ~Moth~

Primordial Interlopers

The first reports by telephone were an interesting and fairly entertaining joke to both local law enforcement and newspaper offices in the late evening, early morning hours.

“Well.. we didn’t know what to make of it in the slightest”, reports an obviously tired, exasperated Sheriff Elizabeth Cadieux-Andrea.

The Sheriff, a dedicated woman born in the town of Larson and known dedicated community servant was woken in the night roughly around 2:30 a.m., receiving a call from the on station Officer Howard James.

“At first I thought it had to be a joke. Of course it was. I thought, anyway.. I mean, we’ve had crank calls. Calls about a lake monster on the peninsula, stories about ghosts prowling the cemetery. So of course I thought this was a joke—wouldn’t you?”

After a shaky and brief communication with Howard, the Sheriff woke her husband before quickly changing into uniform and stepping out to the surprisingly still muggy air. It must’ve been strange, let alone frustrating: shambling to a police car at ungodly hours of the morning for another ridiculous report beneath seemingly endlessly Milky Way starlight. Mrs. Cadieux-Andrea reports that she was just about to turn at the end of her street heading north before locking eyes with a sight that would forever change her life.

“I thought at first.. I thought a first I was seeing things. You know what I mean—rub your eyes, shake your head. Laugh it off even because it can’t possibly be there. It just can’t. But there it was. Tall as a man with talons and jaws, big as a goddamn lion. Bigger.”

Sheriff Cadieux-Andrea was seeing a dinosaur. My paleontologist contact in the local museum tells me a Ceratosaurus Nasicornis based on a more detailed description the Sheriff would give under oath the following day which described the distinctive nasal horn, small four-fingered hands, and dorsal ridges characteristic of this Jurassic predator. A creature extinct for nearly a hundred million years was striding across a suburban road.

“He just watched me with those eyes. They reflected the most ghastly pale white I’ve ever seen in my life, like wolves in the dark..”

And as quickly as the creature had been sighted, it disappeared quickly into a nearby strand of trees alongside the homes to her right. By the time Cadieux-Andrea had arrived at the police station: nearly two hundred phone calls had been received documenting similar encounters across the entirety of the town.

A local man smoking a cigarette on his front porch watched as a small group of bone-headed herbivorous dinosaurs, Pachycephalosaurus, quickly marched down the road. He noted the animals were seemingly agitated which must’ve been an accurate representation as within moments of being sighted the dinosaurs began to ram into the parked vehicles nearby. The stunned observer told this reporter that the time-stranded creatures did an incredibly bizarre dance between impacting their metallic foes, like jungle birds, and that he could catch glimpses of vivid colors when the dinosaurs briefly stepped under the streetlights.

An young couple (who wished to remain anonymous because of the nature of their rebellious activities) were giddily driving home close to the shores of Lake Rose when, like a primordial fever dream, a massive horn-faced dinosaur (identified as the recently discovered Ultraceratops from a magnificent Deseret fossil bed) crosses the desolate wooded road. The first young woman of the couple said that it was immense: seemingly larger than the elephant from the local zoo, and that in the headlights it’s striking frill was akin to haunting patterns found on moth species. This quote especially sticks with this reporter: “It was like it had a pair of giant, crimson eyes, ringed by black and blue! Like it was starring back at us...!” After what had likely been only a moment or two, the herbivorous titan disappeared back into the forest.

Local celebrity and irritating miscreant of this newspaper (who shall remain nameless to irritate them immensely) spoke to an associate of the Larson Times, quote: “A big bird ate my dog, my poor Princess! It was like—like an eagle big as a jungle cat, with curving claws and black feathers, and it snatched up my poor baby when I let her out! Goddamn monsters! Must be the Soviets, come here to eat and torment the godly, patriotic pets of Americans!” (As of the publishing of this article no connection between the prehistoric arrivals and the United Soviet Socialist Republics has been documented.)

The stories are many, many indeed. And it seems, all in a single night: the mysterious primordial arrivals simply vanished. Searches since Wednesday night have turned up nothing, involving animal specialists and big game hunters and wacky cryptozoologists. Physicists from Moscow, London, and Chicago have arrived, all speculating endlessly on this fantastical scientific curiosity. We hope to publish more citizen accounts in the coming days as the interview process continues. In the meantime: watch out for dinosaurs.

- published in the Larson Times, 1///, prior to the Incident at Harper Town.

the dinosaur at the end of chapter one, a ceratosaur named Big Red

The Law of the Jungle

TW: Clifford the big red dinosaur eats people in this one, so Dismemberment, blood, gore, violence, that sort of thing

Chapter 2: One-Eyed Beast

"That's a big fucking dinosaur"

Troy stood frozen by fear. This was a genuine dinosaur, a real fucking dinosaur. "Jesus Christ" He said in a hushed voice, as he slowly backed away from the massive beast. The red creature, which he knew to be a ceratosaurus, cocked it's head, looking at him with one good amber eye. Troy kept his guard up, as the ceratosaurus stepped off into the pathway, leaving deep prints in the muddy ground. It let out a large bellow, causing Troy to cover his ear and wince, as he slowly crept back to the rest of the group just as they were arriving.

Jacob felt the fear wash over all of them as the small army of mercenaries beheld the dinosaur. It was then that it clicked for Jacob, he knew where they were, they were on the abandoned Lost World National Park. It was supposed to be closed off since the incident, but Jacob figured this wasn't exactly a legal job. It was as he made this realization, that the beast attacked. it lunged forward, scooping a man up in its jaws, just barely missing Troy, who tumbled out of the way. The man screamed as he was torn apart and mutilated by the one eyed beast's mouth

"Scatter!" one of the mercenaries yelled, and all hell broke loose. Some marines tried taking shots at the ceratosaur, but nothing seemed to faze the dinosaur, as it trampled over mercenaries, taking bites out of those who could not escape it's jaws. Jacob found himself desperately searching for his crew, who were all scattered in the panic. In the chaos, he eyed the doctor he had seen earlier, the red haired woman running frantically into the woods, alongside another dark skinned man with glasses. Remembering his job, he chased after them, deeper into the jungle

Troy had gotten knocked back by a large red tail, and awoke to find himself lying helplessly next to a tree. He rubbed his head with his right hand, trying to ease the throbbing pain in his mind. As he stood up, he found his elbow had been lodged in the tree. Panic began to creep in the back on his head, as he tugged. The rumble of heavy, mighty footsteps crept closer and closer. Frantically, breaking his usual cool and calm composure, he pulled even harder at his arm, threatening to tear it off.

The monstrous red beast finally came into view, pushing the jungle aside with its massive bulk. Troy knew what this meant, but he stayed as still as he could as the creature approached. It stopped right before his limp forearm, sniffing it once, twice. Troy could feel its thick, hot breath against his skin. He forced back the urge to shudder as the beast ran its long, powerful tongue across his arm. Troy held his breath, and closed his eyes, praying for it to go away, to leave him alone.

That's when the ceratosaurus stuck, with a crack and the sickening sound of tearing flesh. It ripped off Troy's arm as if it were nothing but paper. Pain and addrenaline surged through his body as he took off running, stumbling through the jungle as the dinosaur roared after him. Clutching his arm, he tumbled over a vine, rolling further down the muddy slope, hitting his head on a root. The world faded into black as he landed on riverbed, the blood from his arm trickling into the river.