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Hell Creek: God vs King
Having finished his patrol, Vitali pulls the duckbill carcass out of the tree. He begins wolfing down his well deserved meal. Strong teeth make short work of bones, allowing him to eat the bone marrow and make the most of this small carcass. It may be his last meal before he leaves the Floodplain to search for a mate. As he eats, he registers a slight rumble in the ground. Tiny pebbles begin to dance as the vibrations intensify slowly. The infrasonic rumbles soon cease. Then, Vitali hears the sounds of a tree falling in the forest in front of him. The footfalls come. He looks around, scanning the woods. The footfalls get closer, and birds fly up from trees. Something big is on its way. For the first time today, Vitali’s confidence vanishes. He takes a few cautious steps back, knowing exactly what comes next. He begins trembling as the footsteps become faster, drawing nearer with every second. That is when a small tree gets flung down into the clearing.
A massive duckbill strides
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Hell Creek Diaries: Raging Bulls
Northern Hell Creek, 65 million years ago. Beside a pond, two badger sized false otters play, rolling with each other, squealing in their antics. Contrary to popular belief, mammals appeared in diverse forms during the Mesozoic. The false otters roll into the pond, and their beige and slender bodies shoot through the water as they chase each other. They use their long tails to steer. The relatively short face of this mammal houses powerful jaws to crack mollusks. For now however these two siblings enjoy each other’s company, swimming through the tangles of pond weeds their game leads them back to the surface.
The pursuer chases his playmate out of the water and into a burrow. The abandoned burrow is small, and it does not take long before the chase ends and the wrestling resumes. Both mammals batter each other with playful paws, rolling around inside their newfound shelter. Suddenly, both false otters stop, having been interrupted. Their sensitive ears pick up heavy footfalls. Th
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The Tyrants of Hell Creek
Shadow the ghosthawk lives in the most fertile and rewarding land of Hell Creek, the Great Floodplain. As the morning sun rises, she sits on Raptor Rock, her chicks beside her. After the fright from last night, all they wish to do is snuggle into her soft brown feathers. She remains relaxed, content among her brood. Her bloodline. Sheltered up here, on Raptor Rock, it cradles them, keeping them safe from the chaos below. A bellow sounds in the distance, causing her head to poke up. She isn't the top predator here. Shadow curls herself tight around her youngsters.
The Great Floodplain is a Garden of Eden, the jewel of Hell Creek. Many would kill to control it. Threats are kept at bay by the king, Vitali. Forty feet long and weighing more than seven tons, he is a T. rex who rules his realm with iron claws. As he patrols his turf he lets out a second roar, letting all potential intruders know who guards the Floodplain. Unlike other species of tyrannosaur, males have necks adorned with a t
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Hell Creek: Into the Raptor's Den
Moonrise in Hell Creek. A small mammal sits in a tree, paying vigilance to the night. His keen ears pick up something. The animal shifts on its branch as his eyes descend on a lone groundhawk scurrying beneath him.
The creature moves oddly. He can pick up a sense of discomfort about it, even a little fear-scent. The dromaeosaur moves on. The mammal continues to rest in his tree.
The groundhawk reaches a field of boulders, crisscrossed with cracks and crags. Appropriately, the place is known as Raptor Rock. Hopping around, he hopes to pick up the scent of something to be excited about. He continues moving about until he picks up the sound of a soft cry. He stops, listening. Beneath the cricket and bird noises, he can hear tiny chirping sounds. Treading quietly he reaches a small cave. The sounds come from here. Peering inside, he sees the chicks. Two bird-like hatchlings shuffle backward from him into the den. Their space too small for him to reach into, he decides to search for food el
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Hell Creek Diaries: Ghost
The thescelo freezes, sensing danger. His head whips around, looking in every direction. The desire to mate is off his mind now, for good reason. Death is not very far away. It comes stalking on delicate feet, with long tail feathers brushing silently through the ferns. It watches him through piercing, amber eyes. Dakotaraptor is a dromaeosaur, a birdlike creature covered in feathers. These feathers are white on her chest and brown on her body. Also known as a ghosthawk for her elusiveness, this female has a length of five meters, weighs up to 440 pounds, and can live up to 15 years.
The thunderstorm begins to intensify. For the hunter and hunted, the surreal nightly experience of the storm mean two completely different things. For the thescelo, the blistering winds and cracking thunder prevent him from hearing the approach of danger. To compensate, he becomes alert. Almost paranoid, even. Lightning bolts rip through the sky, illuminating clouds and trees. The sound wave, coming with a
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Hell Creek Diaries
       Late spring, Hell Creek, 65 million years ago. This is a critical time. Above the woods, gray clouds roll, bringing rain. On the ground below, animals prepare to mate. Among the puddles of water, countless frogs and crickets can be heard chirping and croaking their amorous desires. The incessant sounds cue dinosaurs in to the subtle energy of the mating season.
A thescelosaurus drinks from one of the many puddles on the ground. Its head pops up, becoming alert. This exposes the red dewlap on the underside of his neck, revealing him to be a male. He shakes his dark, feathery pelt of rain water. These small ornithopods are the most common dinosaurs around. Rarely exceeding four meters in length, these solitary animals roam the river deltas, sticking close to water sources.
This male thescelo instinctively knows the length of day is slowly changing. This may seem innocuous, but for animals out here, it is a big deal. It causes a phenomenon known as photoperiodis
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Real Chinese Dragons
    China, eons before the Han Dynasty dominates. In the Yixian Rainforest, morning arrives, spreading sunlight across the forest canopy. The density of the leaves cause sunlight to filter down until it reaches the ground. With the first rays of dawn, much of the life is awakened. Plants start up their daily race to the top once again, feathered dinosaurs glide from branch to branch with senses finely tuned for potential prey and predators, and the daily contest of survival begins once again.
A large, brown, feathered beast stretches himself. Like an old, tired dragon, he lumbers from the shadows into the sun's soft rays, revealing himself to be a large therizinosaur known as Beipiaosaurus. His long claws flex. He moves up to a tree trunk. He braces his claws against the tree, then digs into it. He scrapes the bark from the tree. Finally, he gets to the delicious sap inside. His long tongue protrudes, entering the gaping hole in the trunk. He gently laps up the sap, a treat f
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Empire of Drago
Empire of Drago
I am colossal. I am violent
No killer is bigger than I
My hide even flame cannot dent
I am Drago the Emperor
Refusing to be the amusement of primates,
I rule the jungles I call home.
My fiery sail serves as a flag.
A crest, distinguishing myself from rivals
I am Drago the Warrior
In my shadow, armies and murderers quake.
I scatter factions of pack hunting thieves like pebbles,
I fell lone Tyrants like trees.
This jungle created me.
I turned it into an Empire.
The Jungle Empire remains safe,
under benevolent, yet unpredictable claws.
I will keep things like this.
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Hyaenodon's Last Stand Part 3
The hyaenodon mother curled her lip in a snarl. When the stranger crept closer, it aggravated her more. She sat up on her haunches, ears pressed back in an even more hostile display. He still didn't take the hint. He extended his snout toward her. The female was tempted to snap that nose right off. What did he have to be curious about? Her pups?
The young male startled backward when his mother rose to her feet suddenly, lunging at him with ivory teeth bared. Confused at her reaction, he simply stood still. That was when she charged him, frightening him away.
This young male, known as Nero, remained too small to challenge anyone for territory. Being a nomad, he still searched for a patch of land to have to himself. Nero only happened to wander through this area. But now that he knew his mother was around, he had a reason to stay. He shook his fur, not only shaking out dirt, but his uncertainty as well. He could remain here and be fine. Maybe when his mother's mood improved he could visi
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Jurassic World Legacy
Isla Nublar, May 15, 2014. 9:23 P.M.
"Attention Jurassic World staff. Subject from Paddock 10, also known as Stegoceratops, has escaped containment. I repeat, Paddock 10 Asset out of containment. To ACU, this is not a drill. To ACU, this is real world."
Almost two hours after the dreaded announcement came through, an armored Mercedes carried the Asset Containment Unit through the jungle, driven by Commander Hamada. Taking one hand off the wheel to wipe sweat off his brow, he felt frustrated. Yet a little satisfied. Perhaps the Construction Team would heed his warnings about the paddock doors once the dinosaur was brought back. Sliding doors were obviously more reliable than the ones they had.
"Um, Commander?" A shaky voice pulled him from his thoughts. He recognized the voice as Megan Lynch.
"I just thought. Well... with all the tall trees, it'll be hard to spot the asset!"
Hamada grew annoyed. "Stop with the whining of the obvious, Megan." He said without looking back. "You shouldn't
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Hyaenodon's Last Stand Part 2
The mother hyaenodon had caught a disturbing scent. It was that left by a large male hyaenodon. If he found her pups, they would be killed. To keep her family safe, she had to keep moving. At this point even in the night they continued moving. During the night, it rained for a short few minutes. Once the smell of the rival hyaenodon was out of her nose, she became more relaxed. But the reality was, the only place they could afford to set up a den was at a watering hole. All this moving meant that they needed to feed frequently. The morning started off with more rain. But all it did for the hyaenodon family was wash away the scent and tracks of possible prey. Fortunately, her injured paw had mended. All day they went without a kill. As the day went by, her and her pups lay together. One of her pups, missing the taste of milk, attempted to suckle. But she abruptly pushed him away with a growl. The two female pups just wanted to get some sleep,  and their mother decided they’d
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Hyaenodon's Last Stand
30 million years ago, the plains of North America. This savage wilderness bred many savage predators, from saber-toothed assassins to giant killer pigs. And finally, the most dangerous of them all, hyaenodon. A female hyaenodon and her two pups rested in the shade of a tree. The pups were asleep while their mother watched over them. They were so camouflaged in the undergrowth that only the adult hyaenodon’s ears were visible. After some time, the pups woke up and sat lazily, enjoying the morning sun. Suddenly, their mother’s ears perked up. She heard the alarms of horses. Something had been caught. Our hyaenodon wanted to investigate. She roused her pups and ran to go investigate. They followed her. She sniffed the air, getting the scent of a killed Oligocene horse, mesohippus. It had been captured by a dinictis, a fierce cat-like creature with saber teeth. But it wasn’t a cat at all, it was a nimravid. As he ate, he didn’t have his guard up for other predators.
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Death in the Desert Part 2
The man doesn't think he could be any more hungry or any more thirsty. He slumps against the tree trunk, feeling really sick. He is sure he has just vomited the last of whatever he had left in his stomach. The sun begins to set. Night is coming. The aborigine notices his tree's branches bear no leaves. It appears dead. He knows he has to get to cover better than underneath the shade of death. Yet, as much as he wills himself to stand, he feels too weak to. His limbs slowly go numb, and his bite wound still refuses to heal. His vision has also started to deteriorate, and he can only see fuzzy images of what is around him. In the long grass, a reptilian head pokes out to look at the man. The tongue of a serpent flicks out. It lowers back out of sight, and that is when the whole creature starts to move toward the bare tree, carving its way through the dead grass. The human soon hears the thuds of scaly pads hitting the dirt. With each step he hears, death gets closer. Until finally the st
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Death in the Desert Part 1
Australia, 50,000 years ago. Much of this continent is desert interspersed with grassland. The sun scorches much of the earth, yet there is no fire, only grass. Only the most hardy life forms can make it out here. In the middle of one such desert, a man bends over a puddle. He blinks his dreary eyes, making sure that this is actually water and not a mirage. The sun beats down on the skin of the Aborigine. He used to belong to a tribe as one of their elders. Unfortunately, a rival tribe had invaded. During the ensuing clash, his group had been driven out. Most of the elders had been killed. Only a few escaped, and this man had been one of the few separated from the tribe.
     All he has to carry now is the sparse clothing on his back. Finding sustenance is a constant struggle. However, that is the least of his worries. The man dips his hand toward the puddle. His fingers touch water thick with mud. He chooses his right hand to dip because his left hand has been mangled.
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PrehiStory 2: Western Interior Sea
65 million years ago, the Western Interior Seaway. A nyctosaurus flies above, a fish clasped in his beak. This bizarre pterosaur’s head is adorned with fanciful antlers, three times the length of his head. His tiny feet and clawless fingers impair his movement on the ground, and as a result he spends most of his time on the wing. A loud screech sounds above him. A large white male geosternbergia descends right behind him. He caws again, startling the nyctosaurus. The smaller pterosaur swerves, trying to lose his pursuer. But the bigger pterosaur turns his body into the wind, steering after the nyctosaurus. Geosternbergia wants possession of the nyctosaurus’ fish, and continues to harass him until finally the nyctosaurus drops the fish. Before it falls into the ocean, the geosternbergia swoops down, snapping up the fish. These pterosaurs prefer using their size to steal others’ catches rather than getting close to the dangerous waters. But this geosternbergia is done t
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Giants of Argentina
                    95 million years ago, a nest sat in the middle of the woods in prehistoric Argentina. There were nine eggs neatly arranged in a ring around the nest. A feathered dromaeosaur stalked up to it. This was unenlagia. And he looked to steal an egg or two. Just as his claws touched one, an adult mapusaurus appeared. The raptor dropped the egg as the larger theropod bore down on him, roaring. He sidestepped its jaws, then let out a call of defiance. The mapusaurus lunged at him again, only for him to run off into the bushes where he came from. Once his tail disappeared, the mapusaurus roared a warning. Then, it turned its attention to the eggs. It rolled one egg back into place. This was the owner of the nest. She decided to stay and guard the eggs in case there were more predators waiting. The soon-to-be-mother dinosaur sat next to the nest. For hours she waited for the moment her first egg would hatch.
     
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Morrison Legends: Marauders
Duchess, the female Great Cat-Hawk, lives in the heart of the Morrison's savage kingdom, in the large floodplain surrounding the Great River. The land is fertile, covered by ferns and horsetails, and dotted by araucaria and cycad groves. In low-lying areas, rich marshes provide food and water for an abundance of animals. Higher ground, and the foothills at the edge of the floodplain, are covered in dense forest.
Many would kill for this land. Many have died trying. Duchess may be the queen of the trees, but she's only one of several contenders to the throne.
As the morning wears on, the most ruthless of these warriors are setting out on a campaign. This is the Plains Gang of Common Bladejaws, twenty strong in total. Their vast territory stretches from the eastern banks of the Great River all the way to the foothills, and as far north as the side channel that feeds into the main river. Duchess's tree is in the northwest quadrant of their range, but the gang's stronghold is miles to the
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Morrison Legends:
Colorado, 155 Million Years Ago
As dawn begins to break over the landscape of towering conifers and fern-horsetail savanna, a trembling nose emerges from a hole in a fallen trunk, followed by the rest of the False Rat. False-Rats are normally tree dwellers, but they spend a significant amount of their time on the ground, foraging or seeking shelter. A young male, this individual has just left his mother, and was lucky enough to find this shelter a few weeks ago. Now it has become his permanent home, and he wants to restock his larder before the day begins and he has to hide away once more. The False Rat starts to gather fallen buds and seeds, making several trips from his hideout. There has been a shower last night, and this has provided the mammal with a windfall of food normally accessible only by climbing to the tops of trees. As a small group of Plains Potoo-Bats dart above him, he pays them no heed: the flyers are returning to their roosts and are insectivores at any rate, chasing
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The poor sailor's fight with chrome
out in the summer, when the sun fries the land and boils the sea. comes an old man sits on his chair under a tree while drinking a cup of cold tea. he was roughly in his late 70s, wearing nothing more than just light brown shorts, thick chocolate jacket, and a green shirt with a sunset image on it. it hide his withered body with the exception of his arms and knees.
then 3 kids at the same grade, 3rd grade that is, came rushing towards to the withered old man.
"hey gramps! could you tell us your great story about the tug of war with a kronosaurus!" shouted a small boy with short cut hair.
"you mean Chrome the kronosaurus, that pilosaur was huge!!" yelled a girl with a short ponytail.
"is that actually true gramps? come on, after today we're leaing" said a boy with glasses.
"well fine Dominic, Stella, and Job, but yes that was true, as i Antonio sadly come in with empty hands..." was his response.
"what about i tell you the whole story?"
then they all shouted "YES!!!"
and so the story be
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Mesozoic Fauna
Basicially the point of this journal is to map out all the known Mesozoic fauna chronically and geographically.
This is an "evolving" journal which is still unfinished and will be updated a lot, until it's finished.

Carnian 236-228 ma
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Primeval Concept: Dobharchu :iconrajaharimau98:RajaHarimau98 9 6 Puzzled :iconrajaharimau98:RajaHarimau98 52 11 Monstrous Nightmare :iconhellraptor:Hellraptor 421 67 Dakotaraptor, Ghost of Hell creek :iconhammerbro123:Hammerbro123 17 12 Wailing Thief :iconduskyvelociraptor:DuskyVelociraptor 52 2 Christmas Dinos :iconredflamekitty44:redflamekitty44 6 3
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AMAZING discovery!!!!
A dinosaur tail section has been found preserved in amber
http://news.nationalgeographic.com/2016/12/feathered-dinosaur-tail-amber-theropod-myanmar-burma-cretaceous/
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I'd like to shout-out acepredator, who made a fantastic vignette about the Morrison formation, so don't forget to check out Morrison Legends!
Having finished his patrol, Vitali pulls the duckbill carcass out of the tree. He begins wolfing down his well deserved meal. Strong teeth make short work of bones, allowing him to eat the bone marrow and make the most of this small carcass. It may be his last meal before he leaves the Floodplain to search for a mate. As he eats, he registers a slight rumble in the ground. Tiny pebbles begin to dance as the vibrations intensify slowly. The infrasonic rumbles soon cease. Then, Vitali hears the sounds of a tree falling in the forest in front of him. The footfalls come. He looks around, scanning the woods. The footfalls get closer, and birds fly up from trees. Something big is on its way. For the first time today, Vitali’s confidence vanishes. He takes a few cautious steps back, knowing exactly what comes next. He begins trembling as the footsteps become faster, drawing nearer with every second. That is when a small tree gets flung down into the clearing.

A massive duckbill strides out of the woods, holding his forelimbs above the ground. His dark eyes rest on the remains of the youngster at the feet of the tyrannosaur. Then, he raises his head to stare Vitali down. Vitali stares back, unsure of what to do. He wants to keep his kill, but he could risk provoking the ire of the ten ton monster before him. While most duckbills grow to eight meters in length, rare individuals like this male can get to almost twice that size. At fifteen meters long, the duckbill titan towers over the tyrannosaur. At this size, he has become virtually untouchable to predators and has become a dreadnought. If Vitali is a king, the dreadnought is a physical god. A simple snort convinces the tyrannosaur to run away. There's no quarrel or malice here. Vitali is familiar with the resident dreadnought and knows his place. The dreadnought lowers his head to the body of the baby duckbill. He chuffs at it, pawing it a few times. As if done paying his respects the dreadnought turns away, leaving the scene. Vitali only bothers to come back once the beast’s long tail pulls out of sight. He grabs his meal up in his teeth and walks off, going in the direction of his own den. At his cave, he knows he will not be bothered.

In the evening, the dreadnought walks on a clear ridge, looking over the Great Floodplain. The sounds of breeding herds of duckbills only slightly peak his interest. He would have been excited by all those females in his younger days. While most duckbills live up to their forties, he is almost fifty and shows no signs of going down soon. While he remains fit, strong, and intelligent, he has spread his legacy far and wide. His genes are all over the Floodplain. And while he retains breeding capability, he has chosen to become aloof toward the great Darwinian game. Having become a rare content bachelor, he now spends his waking hours eating and amusing himself.
He takes in the scents on the wind as it blows in his face. Suddenly, his snout tingles painfully. He shakes his head to try to clear it, but it doesn't go away. A large white bird flies overhead, letting out a mournful wail. The dreadnought senses something different in the air. The distant duckbill herds release their own somber cries. A thornbear bellows in the distance as well. Out here, no animal reaches their twilight years without good instincts, and the dreadnought’s instincts tell him something is about to go wrong. He turns to his side, raising his head and facing northward. Whatever happens will come from the unpredictable North.
Hell Creek: God vs King
If anyone wants to draw these scenes, feel free.

Guide to animal names:

Dreadnought: Super adult specimen of anatosaurus/edmontosaurus
Thornbear: Triceratops
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Northern Hell Creek, 65 million years ago. Beside a pond, two badger sized false otters play, rolling with each other, squealing in their antics. Contrary to popular belief, mammals appeared in diverse forms during the Mesozoic. The false otters roll into the pond, and their beige and slender bodies shoot through the water as they chase each other. They use their long tails to steer. The relatively short face of this mammal houses powerful jaws to crack mollusks. For now however these two siblings enjoy each other’s company, swimming through the tangles of pond weeds their game leads them back to the surface.

The pursuer chases his playmate out of the water and into a burrow. The abandoned burrow is small, and it does not take long before the chase ends and the wrestling resumes. Both mammals batter each other with playful paws, rolling around inside their newfound shelter. Suddenly, both false otters stop, having been interrupted. Their sensitive ears pick up heavy footfalls. The creatures that make the tremors are here, and both otters know it. This burrow is inadequate. It is too shallow. The footfalls become louder as they get closer. The safest place for them will be the pond. They both dart for the exit as the ground rumbles. Then, an enormous foot plunges through the thin crust into the chamber. As the dirt gives way, the collapsing burrow pins both furballs. Momentarily, they stare into a face full of horns. The massive head then raises high above them as the tremor-inducing beast opens its menacing beak to let out a loud bark of surprise. A ceratopsian, a thornbear, has literally stumbled on the false otters. They waste no time scrambling to their paws and making for the water.

Thornbears are common throughout the Cretaceous. However, the Gladiator thornbear, native to Hell Creek, is the only known species to be territorial. The three horns and frill are used by grown males to fight for patches of land. This young male, Blaze, watches the small mammals scamper away. He shakes his head in confusion. He had simply taken a walk by the pond. Blaze has no idea why the dirt had inexplicably turned into those small animals. Despite the strange experience, it will be soon out of his mind and replaced with thoughts of feeding. As his beak plucks branches from a bush, a grunt to his side lets him know his mother is around. He turns to face her. That is when another thornbear appears by her side. Blaze’s father stands taller and walks prouder than his mother. While she has a light brown body carpeted in yellow rosettes, her mate has a dark brown body, yellow rosettes, and a dark red frill. He chops branches with a great black beak, keeping his eye on his mate. Blaze looks similar to his father, being almost fully matured. Although he could leave the nest any day now, he still stays in the lands of his father.

Blaze ambles to the female, taking an odd interest in his own mother. Very close to independence, Blaze has begun to feel the urge to mate. He brushes close to the female. He rumbles from his throat, as if to induce a mating response. He must be careful. His father will only tolerate him in his territory for so long. Young and brash, Blaze knows no caution. His tongue comes out, gently touching the back leg of his mother. She does not respond, but his father does. His nostrils flare, and he growls before charging into Blaze. The force of the blow takes him off his front feet. He stumbles away, confused and shocked by the sudden rage from his own father. The grown bull thornbear attends to the female, who simply browses, unaware of what has just happened. Blaze has limited time. If he continues showing off his newfound hormones, he will lose his father’s protection. His father takes another look at his insubordinate son. Giving his head a violent shake, he bellows at him.
Hell Creek Diaries: Raging Bulls
Guide to animal names

Triceratops- Thornbear
Didelphodon- False otter
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Shadow the ghosthawk lives in the most fertile and rewarding land of Hell Creek, the Great Floodplain. As the morning sun rises, she sits on Raptor Rock, her chicks beside her. After the fright from last night, all they wish to do is snuggle into her soft brown feathers. She remains relaxed, content among her brood. Her bloodline. Sheltered up here, on Raptor Rock, it cradles them, keeping them safe from the chaos below. A bellow sounds in the distance, causing her head to poke up. She isn't the top predator here. Shadow curls herself tight around her youngsters.

The Great Floodplain is a Garden of Eden, the jewel of Hell Creek. Many would kill to control it. Threats are kept at bay by the king, Vitali. Forty feet long and weighing more than seven tons, he is a T. rex who rules his realm with iron claws. As he patrols his turf he lets out a second roar, letting all potential intruders know who guards the Floodplain. Unlike other species of tyrannosaur, males have necks adorned with a thick feather mane. Vitali shakes his mane, a symbol of his masculine vitality. A pair of juvenile tyrannosaurs feed on a dead baby duckbill. Sniffing out the carcass, Vitali silently descends on the kill. Without a second thought, the young tyrants flee on their long legs. Vitali never bluffs. He simply snaps your spine. He picks up the carcass in his jaws and strides away with it. Not actually hungry right now, he reaches up, shoving the meal into the high branches of a tree. He will return to eat it the next time he feels hungry. He walks away from the treed carcass, the feathers on his back gently brushing on the hanging tail of the animal. Vitali has almost everything in his life secure. He just needs one more thing to complete his turf. A mate. Instead of waiting for females to come to them, males often leave their territories to search for mates. But before Vitali can do this, he must mark out his boundaries. He continues patrolling. The maned tyrant may be at it for hours. He has the entire Floodplain to protect after all.

In a more lawless part of Hell Creek, a female tyrannosaur known as Black Beauty lives in the North, longing for the Floodplain. Unlike the larger male in the neighboring territory, she has already started to build a family of her own. While she hunts for food, her two rexlings stay behind at the nest. Hunkered beneath a bush, they stay well hidden. Black Beauty returns to the den, releasing gentle rumbles to let the little ones know she has come back. Her offspring tumble out of cover, and roll around on the leaf litter, letting out excited chirping. Black Beauty goes down on her belly, attempting to rest. Watching the jaws come closer to the ground reminds the rexlings of food. Little snouts rub against her mouth, and once again the cries to be fed continue. Unfortunately, their mother has nothing to offer this time. The tired female simply tries to get some sleep, but opportunities for that are hard to come by.
The Tyrants of Hell Creek
I know, so far the tyrannosaurus has been portrayed as the cliché "king" of the beasts. I am aware of this and believe me, I have something for the future that will subvert this stereotype. 
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So I saw this movie yesterday, and I enjoyed it. But I have some thoughts on the many elements of the movie, and this time I want to break down the many characters of the film.

One of the main complaints Godzilla 2014 got had to do with the lack of Godzilla in his own movie. It is likely that the lack of Godzilla was more noticeable due to the bad characterization of Ford Brody and his wife. (too forgettable to remember her name) If i remember correctly, Jaws appeared in his movie much less than Godzilla, yet people don't feel like there was a lack of Jaws. It goes to show that a creature feature is only as good as its human characters. They are the ones who actually carry the movie. So how do the humans in Kong: Skull Island hold up? 

Packard and Marlow were definitely the most interesting characters. Packard's arc is one of the best. His vendetta against Kong ultimately leads his team into danger and death. His final scene best exhibits his desperation to kill Kong. Ramarak, the tyrant Skull Crawler awakened by explosive charges, quickly approaches him. The rest of his crew have left him to stand beside a downed Kong. He has the chance to either kill the ape-king or turn and run away from the new threat. The right decision seems obvious, but this is a man who doesn't feel alive unless he is at war. And his war against Kong is one he wants to win. He ultimately chooses to blow Kong up but gets smashed like a bug by Kong's fist before he can detonate the explosives. Although his death is unceremonious, he truly made for an interesting antagonist, being Captain Ahab for Kong's Moby Dick.

Hank Marlow, the character who had gotten stranded on the titular island 28 years ago, primarily delivers much of the humor in the movie. After all, he is played by John C. Reilly! He did better than I expected him to, but I didn't find myself caring much for his return to home. Most people who saw the movie really rooted for him, but I didn't. He just seems interested in staying with the island natives. Heck, he even invites the other protagonists to stay in the Iwi village and is reluctant to leave. As a result of all that, he doesn't really strike me as someone who really wants to return home to his family.

Bill Randa was interesting at first, then basically fizzled out by the time his own death scene came. As for the two leads? Tom Huddleston and Brie Larson end up as nothing but pretty faces to shill the movie. Brie Larson's character is the photographer of the group. She's bland, but at least isn't a cliché damsel in distress. The director of this film came out and said he actively tried to make this character avoid that trope. However, it seems like he focused more on avoiding the damsel cliché than he did on the woman's actual character. 

As for Tom Hiddleston's character, he's not just bland, he's also a generic action hero. He is introduced through a bar fight to show how badass he is, then it turns out he's a good tracker, then in the midst of the movie, he ends up in a scene slicing small pterosaurs in half with a katana with no indication of why he is able to do such things. Even worse, he never gets a speck of dirt on him. Watch the movie again if you doubt this. He is spotless the entire time. As a result of this needless perfection he fails to feel real. His character is probably the worst in the film. As an added insult, the two bland leads are the ones who get to be involved with Monarch in the post-credits scene (hey, I said there were spoilers). 

Tobt Kebbell's character, Jack Chapman, is a character who does not support himself, he needs the rest of the characters to support him. From the start of the movie, it becomes clear that Packard is emotionally close to him. Before the crew departs for Skull Island, he begins writing a note to his son Billy. After the other characters discover this, they say the words "Dear Billy" just about every time they come upon something strange. This helps me care about Jack more and more, so when he gets stranded all alone in the west of the island (a major danger zone) I find myself rooting for him to make it back to his crew to leave the island with them. His death, unexpected and tragic, only becomes worse when after, Colonel Packard leads the crew into the grave of Kong's parents (a major danger zone) so they can get to the other side in a short time and find Chapman. Just knowing that the crew took such a risk with no hope of finding their lost man was awful. 

The sheer number of characters made for an interesting dynamic, but as a result, fleshing them out became harder to do. This led some characters to become forgettable bodies for Kong and the Skull Crawlers to play with, and others to become memorable and interesting.

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My name is Lance, a straight, black male interested in dinosaurs, and a proud soldier of the Paleo-Nazi regime.

I have written artwork saved somewhere I will be posting up soon enough. Those stories will have to do with dinosaurs and there will be Jurassic Park fan fictions as well. On my journals I may discuss theories on the franchise and maybe other dino related media as well.

I will also put my opinion out there on social issues that have to do with gender, race, and Social Justice.

Likes: Jurassic Park, prehistoric fauna, good novels, paleontology

Dislikes: Social Justice Warriors, homophobia, Young Earth Creationists, ignorance, PETA, the mentality that humans > animals in every shape and form, plagiarism, censorship
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VictoriaChickie Featured By Owner Mar 18, 2017  Hobbyist General Artist
Thanks for the watch! :) (Smile) 
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tidalwave21 Featured By Owner Mar 19, 2017
No problem!
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Kukuvitza Featured By Owner Edited Feb 27, 2017  New Deviant
Dafuq? What? Now you believe I am Garo? Well, you are believing NH's lies and talking bullshit. I don't wish to continue this flame war. Sorry that I insulted you, I quit now. I am currently sorry and I APOLOGIZE, ok? Leave me alone.
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tidalwave21 Featured By Owner Edited Feb 27, 2017
Cool dude. Stop attacking people and I'll call others off, alright? Keep going and I'll just show more of your comments to others. They haven't seen all of your replies to people yet.
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Kukuvitza Featured By Owner Feb 27, 2017  New Deviant
Ok, I stop. I take back all of my insults to you and to everyone. I was just pissed off, ok? :surrender:
But if I am Garo, then HN is Donald Trump and you're Putin. :facepalm: I will remove myself from this war, but the source of it is different. Garo123456 HIMSELF must go to NH's profile and apologize in person for starting this whole enchalada. Keep in mind I was originally going to report Garo myself, untill I found out his recent comments, in which he feels regret for lashing out against NH's drawings and apologizes. He also had abusive parents or something... :confused: I may not be your friend, but I am no longer your enemy. All I want now is peace and quiet.
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tidalwave21 Featured By Owner Feb 27, 2017
Ok cool. Thanks for clarifying.
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MerkavaDragunov Featured By Owner Feb 27, 2017
so tidal have you read the story on wattpad?
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tidalwave21 Featured By Owner Feb 27, 2017
Sorry, haven't had time yet. Do you mind linking it here?
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MerkavaDragunov Featured By Owner Feb 28, 2017
umm question for the coloration for one of my creature appearing in the wattpad story
is the golden eagle coloration perfect for ruined city? i mean years after conflict and leaks of water gave life of plants and grew to watering holes. 
because i think of something of cross between ruins and some desert where it was filled by dust
for the sake of improving story
and making it more accurate in comparison
don't worry the velociraptors are feathered accurately
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tidalwave21 Featured By Owner Feb 28, 2017
Yeah, the golden eagle coloration is fine for the environment.
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