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"It's kinda chilly, sure, but around here people respect a mid-size carnivore, ya know? Great parties, important friends, houseboat that fits both, et-cetra. Back when? I was just little Ty. Here, they call me L'l Ty, but like, ironically, on account of you all being so short." Ty Y'Scute, "Importer" (36). Midjourney Prompt: a dinosaur-person on Miami Vice, on-set photography, 4k, sharp focus, official media,
Confirmed: Dos has an anthro-humanoid form 🌸 396
This is distinct from his fullsize dinosaur form (Dalangani / Harvestbringer); he can shift between the two forms if the situation needs it, but he’s always the same himself~
Kyle Action Figure Sculpt
A 2" Scale figure sculpt for Kyle, in his Hazmaxx armor. made primarily in sculptris. Kyle's the team's mechanical engineer and chemist. He lost his arm to a time field collapse, thus his prosthetic. His HazMaxx armor protects him from environmental threats and can synthesize, mix, and project chemical compounds on the fly.
A stone-color and ink-wash version would be inevitable, on account of his Fossilization DynoPower.
Sheriff Dracora Rex's Aegis Armor: "Claw and Order," a sneak peek at the turnaround art!
Artwork by Ronald Smith
NaNoWriMo: Return of the DinoKnights (Day 5)
Day 1 & 2 text is here. Day 3 is here. Day 4 is here.
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Sheriff Cora Horne slumped against the wall of the dimly lit laboratory. In the distance, the big brains, including the female mammal, were arguing about exponential this and unstable that. Linn and Brach were tending to Kyle’s lost arm even as he scrawled calculations on the wall with the other.
Cora wished she could be distracted. Nothing in her training, or her career, had prepared her for a world where asteroids screamed, where home was sixty-five million years in the past, and where the squint-y, furry things that raided her mother’s garden for sweetbulbs had given rise to the rulers of the world.
The only other observer from the side was the darker of the two mammals. The one named Sagan.
“Excuse me.” Sagan said in his small voice. He was half as tall as Cora, and easily a fifth of her weight.
“Yes?”
“I just wanted to say I’m sorry.” He said. “I can’t imagine what you’re going through.”
“Thank you.” She said. “I have to keep up the appearance of strength right now.”
“I don’t think anyone could blame any of you for needing a cry.” Sagan paused. “Do you cry, anatomically, I mean?”
“Yes.” She gave a weak chuckle. “But Linn, my daughter, is going to need to lean on me, they all are. They’re civilians, and kids, except for the big guy.”
“I have a kid too, my son, Jason.” Sagan responded. “Which one is yours?”
“Right there, her first adult feathers just came in last year.” Cora indicated Linn with her claw. Together, Linn and Brach managed to bind Kyle’s arm in case it started bleeding. They were now arguing about something drifting in time or space. Cora turned her attention back to the human.
“Your species is remarkably diverse.” Sagan said. “That, isn’t a rude thing to say, is it?”
“Specieses.” Cora said. “Speciesi? Spee-suss-es? More than one species. Six in total. She’s a dromeon, like her father, I’m a pachyon. Nychus’s sister had a spare egg, as you do.”
“Adopted, I see.”
Corna’s nose crinkled at the word. Her language had a similar one, but it was purely a verb. The way the new word seemed to create a different category for one kind of child than another irked her sensibilities.. “She’s my daughter, family is born in the nest, not in the shell.”
“I didn’t mean any offense.” Sagan said. “I apologize.”
“Its the translator, I think.” Cora replied. “I’m used to how it gives the meanings of words in our languages, I’m still getting used to how it puts the idea of your vocabulary in my head... if that makes sense.”
“You’re speaking different languages?”
“Several related ones. I can’t rumble enough to speak podite, Brach could never hit the chirps to talk thersperontis and while she tries her best, Linn can’t honk with enough range to express emotional states in pachyosh. Before the translators everyone had to speak tuberspeech.”
“Tuberspeech?”
“A trade language that sounds just as stilted and dry when spoken with lips or a beak, no matter the shape of your tongue or teeth.”
“The cornerstone of your agriculture is a tuber, isn’t it?”
“Got it on the first guess.” Cora laughed. “The first translators came out two weeks after Linn’s father and I started courting. I thought it would be romantic to insist on speaking only with our natural voices, in tuberspeech, of course, instead of using a machine. Three days in Nychus hands me one, saying its our sixty-third-day-anniversary.”
“Do you celebrate a sixty-third da-”
“No we do not.” Cora laughed. “Turns out, that the sound of me trying to trill is akin to the sound of a living pterodactyl being turned inside out.”
“My ex-wife had similar comments about my singing.” Sagan responded. “I heard them call you Sheriff. You’re in law enforcement?”
“I am.” She replied. “Lady Cora Horne, Sheriff of Crestspine Township, DinoKnight of the Order of Scales and Hands.”
“Uhhoo-kay. Not really sure what any of that means, but it sounds impressive.” Sagan responded.
“My order is the branch of civil service devoted to law enforcement and public safety. After I attained my knighthood, I was promoted to sheriff.” She replied.
“So in your world, a knight is someone who arrests criminals or puts out fires?” The human asked.
“And a few dozen other jobs just for my order alone. Who puts out your fires?”
“Firefighters.”
“And your policing is done by?”
“Police officers.”
“I don’t want to tell a weird future culture their business, but you need better naming scribes.” Cora glanced over at the others then back to Sagan.
Sagan considered coming to the defense of the utilitarian nature of civil servant job titles. Before he could come to his decision, Linn hopped over to them.
“Zara says she thinks she knows what happened, Mom.” Linn said.
“That’s good, we should all get on the same feet.” The sheriff stood, turning to Zara. “When are we? Exactly.”
Zara took a deep breath. “I can’t dispute the data the human provided. There was a misfire before the system was fully activated. That may have caused it, or any one of a thousand other possible factors. That doesn’t matter.”
She took another deep breath and closed her eyes, steeling herself. She resumed speaking. “We don’t know how much of our civilization was successfully taken into the time slip. We do know the field was unstable, the collapsed area of the field was irregular. Section 3 is inaccessible, possibly nonexistent. We don’t know about the rest of the building.”
“You sent us all forward in time, like with a time machine.” Cora interjected. “Can’t you just, I dunno, cross some wires and send us back?”
“Its not-” Zara pinched the fold of skin just above her nostrils. “Its not time travel, not like that. For everything in the field, time was gone. It vanished, out of synch but anchored to normal time. Like... like...” She picked up a water bottle from the floor. “It’s like the universe is a river... the water is time. And we were all in bottles, caught in that river, floating downstream.” She mimed the bottle bobbling in the stream. “There’s no water in the bottles, so we were dry, no time, frozen in one instant. But the water carries the bottles along with it at the same rate. Time kept flowing on and then our bottle broke, spilling us into the water. Into normal time and space. And the contents of the bottle displaced anything that was in its way.”
“But... our friends and families are still in their bottles.” Cora said.
“And my arm.” Kyle interjected weakly.
“And we don’t know when they’ll break, or how to break them.” Zara said. “For all we know, no one else made it out, or it worked the way it should have for them and they went extinct millions of years ago.” She shook visibly. “Or they won’t come back for a hundred, a thousand, or another sixty-five million years.”
“Hey!” Brach’s voice boomed, and he slid between Zara and the rest. He seemed even larger than normal, his neck craning down to look her in the eyes. “No doom and gloom in front of the kid! She’s been through enough today. Everyone has.”
“I’m just being realistic.” Zara narrowed her eyes, but lowered her voice. “Literally the only thing we have going for us is that we can’t get any more extinct than we already are.”
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In the moment the tower had returned below, a sphere, sliced away by a bubble of lost time, snapped back into existence. A fraction of its body and form, a scoop of its being, fell toward the Earth at the exact speed that it fell away from it, locked in orbit above the world.
It spewed its orange-yellow ichor, which froze into crystalline spikes and shards. The shards moved to orbit around the sphere, a ring forming around its center, parallel to the planet below.
A crack formed across the bottom surface, as the thing’s anatomy restructured to accommodate its diminished form. A yellow-and-orange, four-lobed eye stretched wide, above the thin blue haze of Earth’s atmosphere.
From its ring two shards drifted free, then fell into the atmosphere. A pair of shooting stars hurtled toward a rocky place called Colorado.
65 million years ago the Dinosovian civilization met its end through the flaming impact of the...
Why things have been slow lately:
I know releases have been slow lately. This has been partially due to some personal issues, but in large part this is due to my being currently in early development on an animated series called DynoGuard: Roar into the Future. It's a new concept grown out of 80s nostalgia and a love of toy-based action shows, and it features dinosaurs in power armor (the DynoGuard) fighting monsters formed from extinct animals (The Fossil Ghouls).
We have representation and are currently in the pitch process.
I’m going to be posting a batch of promo art from the DynoGuard tumblr over the next several weeks. Favorites and reblogs are super-appreciated. Buzz helps with the pitch process. In addition to the Tumblr, we also have a Facebook page.
Lin the Velociraptor v1.5
Revised based on feedback I received from peeps like you. I’m going with the purple/yellow color combo for now, with a more unified wing/blade design. The flight armor gives her the powers of her modern cousins in the fight against evil.
Thoughts? Suggestions?
