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The girl's heart raced as she approached the clearing. She had been working towards this very moment for weeks and now, finally at hand, she was struggling to contain the excitement and fear that were building up since she had woken that day. Taking a moment to collect her thoughts and peace herself for the task at hand, she hastily fixed the loose hair that fell from her forehead into a simple braid across the side. She sighed. It was the single most important day in her life and she was not to ruin it. Much less because of a distraction as silly as her hair.
She slowed her pace, wary of her every move, of every sound she made, to avoid alerting the huge animal that she could barely glimpse through the dense foliage. She stopped next to a large tree, and as she rested her trainee spear against its massive trunk, she recalled the instructions given to her by the elders and, somewhat against the rules, by her sister. She was to come clean, bearing no smell except her own, so she was forced to sleep on her own, outside the village and she was to fast for the entirety of a day before, to avoid the scent of food that might entice the animal. Now, in the middle of the day, the mix of emotions and hunger tugged her stomach fiercely, but she took a moment to compose herself and moved forward.
Moving aside a large leaf, she now had full view of the clearing, the small stream that crossed it, and her target. The animal, enormous as it was, was still a juvenile, a full five years younger than herself. And yet, it was almost thrice as tall as she was, and five times longer than she was tall. It was drinking peacefully, and before she moved on, she hoped it had already eaten. She only had a small flint knife with her, and she doubted it would do her much good against something that big. The young huntress doubted it would even pierce its thick skin.
Taking a deep breath, she walked towards it. Though it had not detected her at first, she hadn't taken her third step before it suddenly stood up and faced her. It acted a little surprised, clicking its long and thin jaws twice before settling down. Good. At least she hadn't taken it entirely by surprise and so far, things seemed to be going well.
"Don't let your guard down-she heard her sister's voice in her head-, just because things haven't turned bad yet, it doesn't mean it won't kill you at a moment's notice if you make a wrong move."
Birds chirped in the background, breaking the silence, and only then she dared to continue towards the animal, carefully but trying to radiate confidence. She looked at it. With its strange proportions, long tail and neck, a spiked hump on its back and large clawed arms, it wasn't conventionally pretty, but its colors were beautiful. It was a shiny dark green, with a pale underbelly and thick black stripes running down from its very long face to its muscular shoulders, and its mottled throat had a pale red tone that would become much more intense with age. It hissed, and she took the stance the elders taught her, with her arms held high, palms towards the animal, and her face looking down. She knew well what was at stake, the animal was intelligent and it knew humans, a non-aggressive, even submissive stance like that in front of a hungry animal would mean the end of her short life there and then.
The creature gave a deep, booming growl and then the girl felt the putrid stench of a carnivore's breath, mixed with a slight smell of fresh fish. It should have had a meal a few hours before. In her mind, she was a little relieved, at least whether it was hungry or not, it was no longer an issue. She recalled the previous weeks, as she had worked day after day to earn the animal's tolerance, if not its trust, at first with offerings of food and then moving on to showing it a few of the fishing spots she hoped it didn't know of, and finally being able to share the same space with it, without food as a mediating tool. It helped that their kind didn't particularly care for humans and as long as they were left alone, they didn't mind the presence of humans nearby, "nearby" being a relative term.
Then, after receiving no answer, the animal gave a vibrating, reptilian bellow. She was being evaluated, and she knew it. She tried to look at it from the creature's perspective: was she coming as an intruder, a threat, maybe food? This little fragile thing was walking directly towards it and its strange gesture only confused the beast. Now it was the time to state her intentions. She grasped her throat the way she was taught and tried her best to replicate its call, though to her it sounded more like and awkward and protracted burp. In any case, it had produced a reaction; the animal reared its head in apparent surprise, blinked rapidly and then lowered its head, repeating its previous call much lower, both in tone and volume.
For a moment, as she tried to match the sound, she wished she had a boy's naturally lower voice, as it would have made things easier. "At least it's something they are good for", her sister disdainfully observed in her head. She forced herself not to giggle, as she thought of this, and she waited to see the response of her mismatched call.
Now, the large snout was directly in front of her, the stench of fish and putrefaction almost in her face. She heard it puffing loudly, catching as much as it could of her scent. "Yes, this is me, my pure scent, please let the fast and the days without bathing be worth it". It moved its head even closer and, recognizing it as a sign, she acted. Carefully, but firmly, she put her left hand on top of its snout, feeling it strangely similar to a bird's beak, and with great care to avid the small pits on the tip, as she knew that touching these spots gave the animal the instinctive reaction to bite. It reacted almost with pleasure to the touch, humming rhythmically and slightly nuzzling against her hand.
Another sign, she thought, and she pressed her other hand against its snout, and after a pause she began moving it up its large head, avoiding a small horn between the eyes as she worked its way towards the top of its skull and finally resting it against what would be the forehead, between those yellow-red eyes that seemed calm but wouldn't lift their gaze off her. She took a moment to look to the stripes that decorated its face and reassured herself that she knew this one, she had been there when it hatched ten years ago in the depths of the jungle. Her sister and she had risked a lot, and, with luck and disposition on the giant's part, it would have been worth it in a few moments. The animal's skin was slightly bumpy and very dry, but it was warm to the touch. She guessed that below her hand, below the skin and bone, was housed this amazing creature's brain, and she smiled, careful of not showing her teeth.
Then, as if confirming her suspicions, the animal made the next move. It pressed its head against hers, forehead to forehead. Its length was such that it ran from her forehead to her groin, and she suddenly thanked that she wasn't passing through the bleeding days, the scent of blood would surely have changed everything, making the animal more excitable, and even aggressive. She recognized this gesture and as she moved her hands to hold its head close to hers, she recited the words that, time and again, had made the unbreakable bond between partners, between human and animal, the wild and the world of man joined in one.
-I am now a part of you, as you are part of me. Now and forever, we are one.
The giant relaxed a bit, and it gave a much lower growl in response.
Then, it lowered its head again, but now parallel to the ground, the neck, normally arched, was now straightened, and the whole of its huge body was now resting on its knuckles as well as its muscular legs. She took a moment to notice that it was now sitting, but in a slightly forced position, and then she realized what it was: an acceptance sign. She had been accepted!
As she sat astride the great creature's shoulders, she leaned forward to whisper:
-I am Itaii, you are the Black Hook, and right now, we have to prove ourselves.
In response, the young King Croc bellowed, and, almost by instinct, she did the same, surprised as she grabbed her throat to imitate the creature's reptilian tone.
The first hunt of bonded partners was the defining moment of their relationship, but little did they know, hearts racing as one as they ventured into the depths of the jungle, how easy it would be compared to the surprises life had in store for them.
Becoming One
Well... here goes nothing.
Thanks to the recently released Jurassic World I started re-reading the original novels, and... well, the way Michael Chrichton does his descriptions really works for me, so, as I was taking a shower I began describing how I think he'd describe a Suchomimus, based on my own depictions of the animal. Aaaand then I began inserting that into a short story (I do a lot of short stories for myself that, since they are spoken instead of written, end up mostly forgotten) aaand... well, I ended up with this. It's the first time I write a story since my old days in middle school where I was forced to write, so... I'm having lots and lots of doubts on the quality of the material. Also, since English is not my native language, there may be grammar mistakes and idiom and  phrase misuses, so be warned. It doesn't help that I don't type so much as slam the keyboard at high speeds.
For context, the girl, Itaii, lives in a world occupied mostly by a supercontinent where humans and dinosaurs coexist, most of the fauna is from the mesozoic period, and dinosaurs are intelligent, semi-sentient species capable of forming quasi-spiritual bonds with humans. The region that her tribe inhabits is mostly like the Amazon basin, but there are lots of different biomes with species from different regions and time periods.
In any case, I'm really really eager to see what you think.
Every Hero Starts Small... by hyphenatedsuperhero
Every Hero Starts Small...
Um... so I had this sudden burst of inspiration about a teenage (well, more like tween) Redback, from the period when she ran away from home and.. you know, had to draw her and stuff.
To clarify, before joining the Knights, Redback lived with her mother, more or less apart from her father's surviving family and didn't really know much about him. Then, she hit puberty and her powers started to manifest, adn when demanding answers from her mother, and faced with vague or outright evasive answers, she decided she'd find her own answers and ran away from home, traveling for about a year before being found by the now-old Knights and offered to join them and be trained, or do nothing with her powers. In this period she also sought out both former allies and enemies of Weaver, trying to make up her mind about the kind of person her father was and how it affected her newly-awakened abilities.
So... yeah. My brother said she kinda looks like the Runaways' Molly Hayes, only with ridiculous hair instead of silly hats.
Aaaand with this and this now it fills neatly her developmental stages. 
Original Five by hyphenatedsuperhero
Original Five
The original five X-Gen (Channeler was kind of a late addition).
While discussing how everyone seems to revere the Original Five X-Men in the Battle of the Atom crossover with my brother, I was thinking that, hey maybe the original five of my universe can be, eventually, just as good in-universe. I mean, the O5 X-Men are that goood basically out of experience and teamwork, not raw power, and the same could theoretically be applied to... well, any team. So... yeah. The Original Knights, ladies and gentlemen.
Impatiently Waiting by hyphenatedsuperhero
Impatiently Waiting
Itaii prepares to attack a pair of young Lesser Whiptails, while her partner dinosaur waits just outside her line of sight, waiting to use its large size and superior strength to wrestle the unfortunate plant-eater and leave her a chance to perform a clean killing blow.

I hadn't drawn anything I deemed stisfactory enough of the Amazon Dinosaur story...  until now. I'll be using the common names I designed for the dinosaurs  instead of the scientific names from now on, at least in this setting.
Hello,video-gamers! Or should I say deviant-artists? Dunno, I'll be experimenting with that. Or not.

It's been a while since I wrote an actual Journal and not just filled space with pointless tags (not that there's anything wrong with that, mind you). But... these are special circumstances, I guess. That or so mind-numbingly ordinary that it's to be
expected from me.
I, my fellow deviants, am deeply unhappy. And I have been for years. Like... three years or so. And... while I won't go into detail as to why, one of the factors has just worsened.
For a while and almost half a year after our second breakup, my ex-ex (because in the meantime I had another girlfriend, but that also went nowhere), B. and I have kept in touch. In the surface and the reason I keep repeating myself, because I want to have Nightwing's superpower, which is being in excellent terms with his many, many exes. More deeply, because she's very, very attractive and, much to my detriment, I refuse to entirely bury my feelings for her. So, you might say that I brought the next paragraphs on me and it's my fault alone. And you may be right, I'm not here to seach for guilty parties. Fishing for pity, maybe, but not searching for someone to pin the blame on.
And... it all was well, somehow. Well, with its obvious downs, like my emotional health degrading very quickly any time we met, me turning into a neurotic mess just before meeting and so on, but... you know, nothing I haven't gone through before or that I can't handle. Last year, thanks to a few mixed messages and misunderstanding from the beginning from my part, I... thought she wanted us to meet because she wanted us to be back (that despite her obvious boyfriend, but I guess we just don't see what we don't want to). Long story short, after I spat out all these remnant feelings, she said we should stay friends, and I agreed. Better than nothing, I suppose.
So, after deciding to be friends, things more or less stabilized between us.We stayed constantly in touch with each other and since I already had stopped to expect anything from her (or so I kept telling myself), she had the higher ground, constantly leading me on, but dropping "accidentally" reminders that nothing would ever happen. And I just kind of accepted it, as it was still better than nothing. But, as of today, things have changed. I'm not sure if for better or for worse. She kept insisting all week that we should meet, only to ask for a raincheck every time. I'd like to believe she had perfectly valid reasons not to show up (not that I showed up, either, so there's that), but given her past track record, well... let's just say I'd rather give her the benefit of doubt. Anyways, she finally settled for us to see each other in the morning, just before leaving for San Miguel (you see, this week I had been visiting my brothers in San Luis, where she happens to live as well), and, since my brother wanted to leave really early we were a bit short on time, so, to excuse myself by making matters pressing without implying that I wanted to leave her side (because I really didn't want to), I said that I should leave and that everyone was probably already angry at me by then, and then I went  to explain that no one of my acquaintances liked her (probably my fault, too), and whil she didn't said anything about it at first, I pressed the issue in an effort to be funny (I... kinda keep hitting and missing with the whole "being funny" and "clever" things...) and she said it was the last time she sought me out, when asked why (I'm dense like that), she refused to tell me until, back at the house, via texting, and while saying goodbye, she told me in a very sharp way that she wouldn't seek me out anymore because she didn't want to cause me any more problems with my family. It hit me like a ton of bricks, insert sudden realization, blah, blah. I immediately started apologizing and went on to explain that I only brought it up because I wanted it to be clear that I didn't want to go, but I had to, and that, of all the reasons I have to have problems at home, she was the one that I thought was worth it. And... communication ceased. She's obviously offended and angry at me (and with good reason, too), and, while my inner voice of reason tells me having her permanently out of my life it's actually an improvement, I really don't want to lose... whatever is left of us. Hence the title, because I'm very attached to the memories of our relationship because, honestly, I can't remember being happier before or since. Then again, I can't remember being more miserable, more actually, truly, depressed than when we broke up. But, even with the obvious imbalance between the good and the bad, the fact remains that the happiest I have ever been was when we were together. Literally together, I went through horrible mood swings when I had to depart back to Guanajuato. Which is... kinda sad, actually.
Gee. Thanks for reading my wall of whining.
  • Mood: Angsty
  • Listening to: The Lives We Left Behind - Michiru Yamane
  • Reading: X-Men: Battle of the Atom
  • Playing: Pokémon Platinum

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Osvaldo Cortés
Artist | Hobbyist | Traditional Art
Well... First, if you liked my dA home enough to scroll down here, I'd like to thank you for stopping by. I'm just a guy with a huge outer child who enjoys all things silly in life.
Hmph... I guess that's about it.
But thanks for stopping by, anyways, I hope you'll enjoy my little gallery.

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kit-kit-kit Featured By Owner Sep 11, 2015   Digital Artist
Thanks for the watch!^^
hyphenatedsuperhero Featured By Owner Sep 12, 2015  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
You're welcome! I loved your style and... oh, who am I kidding? I came for the tantalizing pin-ups!
But yeah, producing quality pin-up illustration requires talent, and you are very, very good at it.
Rufina-Tomoyo Featured By Owner Aug 6, 2015
Siento que es mi deber moral darla a conocer :D…
hyphenatedsuperhero Featured By Owner Aug 9, 2015  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
Anda. Después de superar el acordeón que me sonó a tango, es sorprendentemente buena. La verdad es que sí me gustó.
Pero también me recordó sorprendentemente a… (fue la versión menos pervertida que encontré).
Rufina-Tomoyo Featured By Owner Aug 9, 2015
¿De veras suena como Buddy Body? La verdad no encuentro el parecido... eso, o ya me inició la sordera.
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