You talking to me bitch?

Velozebraptor. it’s a raptor but kind of looks like a zebra.

Blue and Rexy, Jurassic Word original artwork prints.

-in unison- it’s the circle of life~

Tom Hiddleston ~ The Raptor Sitter~

inspiration from http://tomhiddleston-gifs.tumblr.com/post/119480275279/i-saw-a-video-on-the-internet-of-you-doing-an

here’s a feathery raptor child

What if Pearl isn’t Mr. Krabs’ actual daughter, but he is her sugar daddy? That would explain why she calls him “daddy” and why all she wants from him is money to go shopping.

I’ll be away from Friday to Sunday, starting tomorrow, and hopefully back at Monday.

So, even if I have Tumblr on my phone, don’t expect too much activity. I’ll try to answer private messages, though.

Also, if anyone’s living near Heathrow/London, England, I’ll be there over the whole weekend. :3

By nature, the Tyrannosaur is not a fast animal. As a juvenile, up into their teens, they’re leaner, geared more toward speed && sprinting, ‘til they reach their later teens/twenties, and start bulking up. An adult is clocked at 30 miles an hour, not ideal to be an olympic long-distance chaser, but as a sprinter/an ambush predator that would use surprise to run prey to ground, they excelled. They possessed excellent depth perception as well as eye-sight, could pick out targets through the cover of foilage.

Chaos Theory || closed with sornaensiis

Of course the  P R E Y  would try to defend himself against the predator’s claws, but frankly, the white Beta didn’t care. She knew she had finally won, finally held the victory of the hunt within her claws, and she was going to enjoy her meal thoroughly. The coppery smell of blood soon filled the air around her, only further fuelling her vicious actions, as her giant, sharp claws once more dug into the other’s side. This time, however, she managed to not only rip it along his side, but also across his lower abdomen. And the fact, that the human tried to backpedal out of it wasn’t exactly helping it, either.

A hand coming up to slam her face away was greeted with a set of sharp, pointy teeth, scratching them mercilessly across the other’s skin, tearing it open at multiple points. Blood was now covering her snout, her claws, filling her nostrils with the endorphins of the rush. Her head dug down once more, breaching the other’s defence another time, and quite successfully mangling across the prey’s chest. More of the crimson life source splattered across the place, over the hungry raptor, and soon enough she was using the weakening movements of the other in order to wrench open the scaleless prey’s belly, engulfing herself into the sweet taste of the still warm, and utterly satisfying flesh filling her mouth.

The scream went wet and gurgly as he realized that blood was quickly flooding his body in places it shouldn’t have been. Agony replaced all else and John found he didn’t have the strength to do much more than twitch and flail where he’d hit the ground.

He could see his lower intestines sprawled out over his legs and bit back the shudder. The thing meant to start on him while he lived.

Ineffectively, he swatted at the thing’s snout, earning yet more agony as it damned near bit through his arm. He yelped, though it was little more than a grunt by that point, blood frothed at his lips.

John was dying. He just wished he had his weapon, still. Not to shoot the dinosaur, that was just stupidity. No, he wanted to do himself the favor and put himself out of any more misery.

But that was a wish he wouldn’t be granted. And as the light slowly faded from his eyes, John found himself regretting ever signing up for the fucking gig. Money or not, it had been a fucking waste of his time and talent.

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