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As a part of my carcharmaxxing program to show my newfound love for this awesome megatheropod, I imagined a scenario where it fought the old Sorna spinosaurus in a possible new installment in the franchise.
I accidentally gave it an acro spine tho pls forgive me
The old meme version
Post title says most of it, what prehistoric creatures and the like would you want to include in your park?
Based on personal preferences btw, prehistoric kingdom parks that you made will not be counted.
About Ekrixinatosaurus art, so it has been difficult for me to finish it, because it is more complex than the others that I have shown to yall, since it contains more stuff, and with the whole new year thing it is worse because I have been busy with some personal things and, if that were not enough, I have not been feeling very well emotionally. I plan to have the drawing ready as soon as possible, but I ask you to understand that I have been busy and I am going through a bad time.
There's a preview if you are curious.
Got bored and wanted some variety in my sketchbook instead of full/half animals. Decided to draw nine abelisaur skulls and their life-depictions (largely to test my skull-drawing skills).
Carcharodontosaurs are next
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Pretty cool win for us dinosaur media fans
(Also yes this is a rare example of Shieldon posting more than once)
(Writer's note before we begin, this will be one part of a larger story upcoming, enjoy!)
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(Pictured above), the Apotheosis of War, a painting dating back to the bygone era of the Russian Empire, depicting a distressing symbolical image of the Muscovite conquest of Central Asia.
As can be seen, the painting portrays a towering pile of human skulls, just outside the walls of a nearby city. While this particular piece was made all the way back during the 19th century, it would unknowingly serve as a grim foreshadowing to what the 21st century beholds.
In the ruins of Navoiy, Khazali sighed. The man had walked around the city for hours and miles, trying desperately to find any trace of his friends and family.
He didn't get to see them for the last time, just before their collapse the Soviets deployed him and some of his voluntary comrades on a mission in Afghanistan, fighting NATO-backed mujahid groups alongside some.. peculiar 'bio-weapons'.
These were creatures of a time long forgotten, 'shaytan in feathery cloaks' as both Afghan and Soviet Central Asian soldiers called them. Khazali saw first-hand the amount of death that these beasts were capable of, and with nothing left of the Soviet Union that could keep them in check, he dreaded for the worst.
He looks around, finding nothing but the same buildings he saw earlier, all empty, and covered in snow. The wind howled as some of the doors from the houses creaked slightly open. The moonlight glared above the dark snowing skies, winter usually isn't that long in Uzbekistan, but Khazali felt as though it had been going on for nearly a year now.
"Ota, Ona, where are you? Ali doesn't want to be here, Ali wants to be with you." He hears himself pray, with tears running downwards from his eyes. He looks down to check on his Automat Kalashnikov rifle, finding that it's still in good condition. He keeps it by his side at all times, as being in an empty city, there could only be two scenarios that explain the sudden desolation.
The possibility that something had caused the people to leave
The possibility that something had murdered the people entirely
Both were terrifying to think, but at least the first had the possible explanation of lack of food forcing them to move. With the second, it implies that a greater force has taken over, something far beyond the control of a simple infantryman.
Khazali continues on his search, traversing through the barren uninhabited place with nothing but moonlight and a map guiding him. He assumes that his parents had went to seek shelter in the house of his friend, Oleg, remembering that it's only a dozen minutes away from his own house.
"Not bad," he thinks, "Just have to get through.. half an hour of nothing."
He leaves the empty village through a narrow shortcut on one corner, which he would have used in the past to quickly get to his house after school ends. Thinking about old memories, he shrugs them off, looking around again, seemingly paranoid at nothing.
Finally, he reaches a recognizable place, the house of one of his other friends, who had died in combat during the mission in Afghanistan. He stops to take a break at the front porch, drinking a few sips of water from his bottle. He stops, taking a moment to hold the front door in memory of him, "Rest in peace Sayed, you were a great person," he mourns. Khazali looks upwards to the photos taken of him and Sayed, both looking gleefully innocent while in a military camp nearby.
Khazali faces down, in honor of his fallen friend, in honor of one of the people who made him laugh and gave him great memories to look back upon.
He gets back up standing, equipping his rifle and getting his backpack in a more comfortable position on his shoulders. He puts the bottle of water inside, when he hears a shout. "Tamirov!"
Khazali cocks his head towards the direction of the voice, his eyes wide open in confusion.
"Oleg, is that you?" He shouts back for confirmation.
"Yes! We've been waiting for you back at the fort!" The voice replies. "I'm at the other side!"
Khazali's maw widens, as the man begins rushing over to the direction of the sound. His footsteps echo throughout the empty town as he gets through an alleyway into the road on the other side, where he could see Oleg waving his hands, waiting for him.
Impatient and excited to see his friend after hours and hours of trekking and seeing nothing but once-bustling locations, he runs towards Oleg. Khazali opens his arms, inadvertently dropping his rifle as he dashes to hug his old friend.
He falls down into the partially snow-covered asphalt road below with a loud thud, seemingly phasing through Oleg. Khazali becomes confused, and rushedly gets up and looks back, only to see... nothing.
"Nothing?" he thinks. "I swear, Oleg was right here, shouting for me to come right over!" his mind coped.
The man collects himself, and runs to get back his rifle, cleaning it up and making sure it's still in proper condition. Then, he stops, as a cackling voice seemingly mocks him from afar, beyond sight.
"Is my mind playing around right now? Or is there someone actually messing with me?!" He thinks to himself. He points the rifle's barrel towards the direction of the laughing, finding it to just be yet another abandoned store. He tries to think of a possible explanation for this, when he remembers those things that the Soviets deployed during his mission in Afghanistan.
He recalls the creatures making eery voices, enough to even cause the Afghan opposition to retreat out of fear of an infernal intervention. He steps back, afraid of the thought.
Then, he hears another voice. "Tamirov! Come over here, we're waiting for you!"
"Stop fooling around, would you?!" Khazali barked back.
The voice responds, "No, this is me, Oleg!"
Frustrated, Khazali rushes towards the voice, his rifle loaded and ready to lay a barrage of lead.
Yet again, he finds nothing. Nothing but a hallucination of what he desperately wants to hear. He collapses on the ground, shivering.
The man starts to cry out loud, his hands shaking and himself barely able to comprehend what's even going on anymore. "Am I really this far in?" He thought again to himself. He falls into a fetal position, staggering and sobbing.
Another cackling voice is heard from nearby, Khazali tries to collect himself however tears are falling down like raindrops still, his hands are barely able to grab his rifle.
The cackling grows louder, eventually, Khazali's flight-or-flight response takes over, and he assumes full control of his body again.
"Come and face me you bastard!" He roars in anger, "Whatever you are, you can't keep doing this to me!"
The cackling continues, but it grows more distant. Out of rage, Khazali chases after the voice. The snow on the ground seemingly grows thicker and thicker as he eventually finds himself in the open fields. He looks around, and indeed, he has walked past the boundaries of the road. He turns his head to look at the land in front of him, and he drops his rifle out of horror.
Towering piles of skulls, seemingly collected from the civilians that had been thought to have left the city, laid bare across the snowy fields in front of Khazali. The piles of skulls each formed a pyramid-like shape, with stacks of them getting wider as they reach close to the ground. He stumbles back from fear, and trips on something, causing him to fall. Checking back, he discovers that it is a rotting piece, of his father's head. Decapitated, just like that.
Khazali frightenedly screams, his voice jittery and his face purely horrified. He crawls backwards to escape this place, only to bump into another piece of this collection, his own mother's head, rotting, with pieces of bloody flesh hanging off from it.
"Ota.. Ona.. what have they done to you?!" He shrieks in absolute dread, crying loudly.
The man struggles to stand up, when he remembers one thing, his rifle. "Where is it?!" He thinks. He runs across the snowy skull-decorated field, attempting to find his Automat Kalashnikov.
Khazali accidentally trips on another pile of skulls, planting his face within the deathly stack. He tries to get back up, when he then notices something while looking up.
The feathered shaytan, the devil of an age godforsaken, the giant of Bissekty. The large dinosaur glared at Khazali menacingly, its eagle-like eyes maintaining unbroken eye contact. The man covers his head, and immediately cocks his head back into the pile of skulls, when he feels a sharp pain in his hands sinking into the back of his skull. His body is lifted up, as he could now see the pile of skulls, but also the feet of the beast. They sprouted large sickle-shaped claws on the hyperextended second toes, and similarly sharp claws on the rest.
The pain on his head increases in severity, his hands frantically scramble across, feeling a thick liquid dripping from most of the surfaces. This was no doubt blood, but then Khazali's hands began to feel something else. Something thicker, mushier, almost akin to jelly.
It was then that he would realize the horrifying truth—he was touching parts of his own brain. Khazali screamed, but no longer out of agony, he was screaming from pure dread.
The beast intensified the grip of its bite, as a crack could be processed from what is left of its victim's brain. Khazali's entire body went completely numb. He could no longer feel anything at all, he could only process his external surroundings. Khazali looks as another sickle-clawed feet steps on the red snow.
The creature places his now limp body on the snowy field, its sickle-claw now attached to his spine. His head is dropped to the ground, bloodied and torn with chunks of the brain scattered about. Just before his gruesome death, Khazali hears one final thing.
"Tamirov! It's me, Oleg!"
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YAKUN.
To the people who may be interested:
This is an early attempt at digital art so it's kinda funky
Eky is a made up Ekrixinatosaurus from Drakes world I made who just does 🫲😶🫱 and gets basically any Ekrixinatosaurus girl
Job=Blue cheese (A drug in Drakes world) seller
Amount of girls=5,832
Age=28
Friends or teamates=Sarcho (leader of rapter Valley which is where Eky lives), Bee (friend), Big al (Mean allosaurus)
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Many people believed that the Macedonian Empire was among the greatest empires in history, and the most powerful at its time under the leadership of Alexander the Great. However, they seem to ignore one crucial detail about the empire that would go unnoticed if not for this post - they are severely weak against abelisaurid warfare. This is proven by be Siege of Amphipolis dating back to 324 BC, which involved divisions composed of the inferior Koleken airdropped by King Hairloss IV of Herusalam sieging the important city of Amphipolis a year after Alexander's death. Despite the sheer inferiority of the Koleken species, they were still able to cripple the Macedonian Army into submission, allowing for the Levant Kingdom of Herusalam to establish Amphipolis as their Greek base of headquarters.
As Ekrixinatosaurus is a far superior species in comparison to Koleken, it is my belief that a single fully-grown male Ekrixinatosaurus novasi would be capable of taking down Alexander's Empire at its prime. Several points supporting this true claim include the events in the aforementioned Siege of Amphipolis, but also due to the severe skill issue that the Macedonian Army has in adapting to tactics from a far more intelligent enemy (abelisaurs). How can I say that abelisaurs are more intelligent than the empire that perhaps founded and innovated several key concepts of modern society and culture? Well, studies by the great Dr. Bob Biglian published in 2036 BC during his time travel leaps suggest that they were in fact capable of performing 5-dimensional chess maneuvers and tactics, as well as displaying behavior that would suggest a degree of intelligence far beyond any lifeform in the universe, including drinking avocado juice with chocolate.
It is also worth mentioning that Ekrixinatosaurus novasi were pioneers of gorilla warfare and the Cunctator strategy, the latter of which involves wearing down an opponent through decisive maneuvers and thievery of essential food items such as cheese and medium rare beef. Dr. Bob Biglian has proven this as concluded from his study published in 324 BC, when he time-leaped into the Siege of Amphipolis to see the completely inferior Koleken army cripple the Macedonian Army from beyond the high castle walls. Another important factor in this fight that we have to consider is that the Macedonian Empire did not have access to the music of the holy band Sabaton, which restricts them from a legendary boost that grants +50% cavalry attack damage and +25% naval bombardment damage as well as +66% to fortification upgrade speed. In contrast, studies have shown that Ekrixinatosaurus novasi regularly listened to Sabaton music during their extinction-causing hunts targeted on the unfortunate Giganotosaurus, which would further prove the truth of them being far superior in intelligence compared to any lifeform.
Here is how the great battle would go based off of all the data mentioned above and taking into account the superiority of the Ekrixinatosaurus species.
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It's morning in the great empire of Macedonia, the people are living joyfully under Alexander's age of scientific innovation and flourishing culture. Under the conquered city state of Thebes however lies a deep darkness brewing within the geopolitical dominance of Macedonia. A volcano suddenly erupts, and from within comes a fearsome Ekrixinatosaurus. Every step taken by the great beast of America Meridionalis emanates total hegemony, causing the ground beneath to spill the fiery blood of the Earth's core. Macedonian troops are ordered to evacuate the citizens and to tackle on the beast by themselves, however this attempt was to no avail. The abelisaur holds one of the warriors within its jaws and swings it around, knocking other warriors dead on the floor. It then proceeds to throw the now-lifeless Macedon warrior to a phalanx, sending the man at a velocity of 6,120 kilometers per hour and obliterating the entire phalanx, causing an immense explosion that can be experienced from even Persia. With no other option left, Alexander deploys his mightiest Hypaspist troops to fight the monstrous theropod. They put up an impressive fight against the beast, until its jaws lock in, causing a nuclear shockwave radiating as far as to the city state of Rome. Sensing weakness in his opponent, the Ekrixinatosaurus jumps towards the location of Alexander the not-so Great at hypersonic speeds. Upon witnessing the monster that had overthrown the previously dominant Macedon Army, Alexander the not-so Great surrenders his empire to the true great beast. Flags of the Macedonian Empire are replaced with the flags of the Ekrixinatan Superstate, and a new order has been established upon the world in its entirety.
Skip forwards a few thousand years, and Earth has entered a golden era under the rule of the Ekrixinatosaurus race. Technological innovation unlike anything seen even in the science fiction literature of our timeline, a proud and glorious united culture between humans and abelisaurkind, and scientific knowledge beyond what's previously comprehensible. Now, the Ekrixinatan Superstate sets its crosshairs upon one target. The hegemony of the interstellar Venusian Khaganate.
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Sources: Ekrixinatosaurus - Tempus Abelisaurid Bellica (Dr. Bob Biglian et. al, 2036 BC), Cunctator Belli - Pars Essentialis Veteris Belli (Dr. Bob Biglian et. al, 324 BC)
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