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hyp3rsh0ck · 2 years ago
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doodle dump!! individual close ups under cut
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wow7x24 · 2 years ago
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versemile · 8 months ago
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Just how powerful is a crocodile’s bite? 🐊 Spoiler: it’s stronger than you’d think! Find out why these ancient predators are built to last.
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nurnewscom · 2 years ago
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Jaws Of Ancient Leviathan: The Saltwater Crocodile's Terrifying Bite
Saltwater crocodiles are the largest living reptile, And adult males can reach lengths of 6 to 7 meters and weigh over a ton. They exhibit immense power, boasting the strongest bite of any animal. These adaptable creatures can thrive in diverse environments, from freshwater to saltwater habitats, spanning a range from India to Southeast Asia, Australia, and the Pacific islands. Their ambush hunting technique, aided by excellent eyesight and vibration detection, enables them to capture prey swiftly. Remarkable swimmers, they can reach speeds of up to 20 kilometers per hour and endure lengthy dives. Notably resilient, saltwater crocodiles have lifespans surpassing 70 years and demonstrate their ability to withstand harsh conditions.
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citrine-elephant · 9 months ago
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hey what if we mauled leon with a bear
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truths33k3r4 · 1 year ago
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CHAPTER 27 - Specter
“ How long does it take for a security cam’s battery to die? “ Raph whispered to his brother as if the camera itself was trying to listen in on their conversation. 
Maybe it was.
“ Six months give or take. Therefore the camera shouldn’t be our focus right now. “ Don whispered back, motioning his head to the box of tools on the bench. He tried to move his feet, gauging how far he would need to stretch in order to reach the tools. Unfortunately the metallic ring of chains sounded harshly in his ears, as his movements were halted by their iron grip on his ankles. 
Ok.. that won’t work.
As Don ran simulations in his brain like a living calculator, Raph was attempting to escape with his own plan: PULL. REALLY. HARD. Don felt his brother’s shell twist and yank accompanied by the sounds of the chains being pulled taut. Raph let out a frustrated growl as his efforts proved to be in vain; No matter how much he yanked or tensed, the metal cuffs remained cemented to his wrists. 
Ok, cross brute force off the list.
Don tried to search for more options.
 Perhaps there’s a stray nail or screw on the floor. I could try picking my cuffs’ lock..
 He winced his eyes forcing his sight to clear as much as it could, peering down to the cold ground below. He targeted his gaze on anything that reflected light. Normally most screws and nails are made of galvanized steel, which is somewhat of a reflective metal. Therefore the thin rays of light peeking through the windows of their cell would cause those particular metals to faintly glow. Unfortunately, after a minute or so of staring at the pixelated ground, and not seeing any reflections of steel, Don gave up on that plan. 
Raph continued to struggle despite the obvious. His fists clenched tighter and tighter as he continued to pull. His shoulders rose with each tug and yank. His movements began as concentrated and calculated, but now they were unpredictable and panicked.
Don leaned back and rested the back of his head on his brother’s.
“ Ochitsuke, Raph. “ he whispered.
The horrible taunts of the ringing chains finally ceased as Raph nodded and dropped his arms to his sides.
“.. Don, I don’t.. I don’t know what to do.. How the shell are we going to get out of here? “ 
Don hated how his older brother’s voice teetered with insecurity. It didn’t help that he, too, was at a loss for words.. And PLANS apparently.
“ It’s fine.. As long as we are alive our brains can function. And as long as our brains can function, then we’ll think of a solution. “
Please believe me.
Don could feel his brother’s soft nod to his words as Raph let out a stress-filled sigh. 
You’re the smart one. Think, Interi. THINK.
If Don could, he would be slamming his forehead into his palm, trying to force ideas into his less-than-efficient-under-stress brain. When given time to think things through, he would normally have an answer to a difficult problem rather quickly. But when stress and a time crunch are involved, his brain betrays him, leaving him scrambling to remember the simplest of knowledge. It was pathetic.
Don and Raph both yanked their heads up harshly at the sound of a door opening nearby. Thankfully, without Don’s vision being at full capacity, his hearing sensitivity heightened to make up for it. 
Yay. I can at least HEAR the psycho who’s gonna kill me.
Now he could hear the haunting sound of those same heavy-duty boots coming closer and closer.
Don turned his face to Raph and whispered, “ NOT. A. WORD. “
A broad- shouldered man with rounded glasses and a tar-like coat entered quietly into Don and Raph’s cell carrying a briefcase. The light of the hallway behind him created a distorted silhouette bordering his form, making Don wince from the brightness. Both his and his brother’s body straightened like warriors preparing for battle. 
The Man politely closed the door, closely followed by a subtle click of the lock behind him as he walked up to his captives. With the light of the hallway now closed off, shadows consumed the Man’s form as he strolled closer to the brothers. The slim rays weaseling through the windows reflected in his glasses, masking the Man’s eyes in a bright white. He pulled out a small stool hidden behind the bench, and calmly sat down, placing his briefcase at his side.
“ You must have many questions as to why my team apprehended you. After all, normally in this fair city, the street scraps are left to fend for themselves. Picked off.. one by one.. by the many gangs wandering the alleys. “ 
The Man began caressing his briefcase with long, bony fingers.
“.. So, what, you may ask yourselves, makes you.. so .. special? What gives you the opportunity to be in the presence of ones with such intelligence, such as myself? “
Don and Raph gave an unamused glance to each other. Both had a whole lineup of insults to throw at this narcissist, but their mouths remained shut. 
The Man stands up with a thin growing smile and walks over to Don, covering the mutant in his towering shadow. Raph allowed a single low growl to escape his lips instead of the slew of crude nicknames piling up one by one in his head. 
“ Oh come now, I won’t harm you..
.. yet. “
In one terrifyingly quick motion, the Man shot out his hand, gripping Don’s face with his skeleton-like fingers. Raph’s growl grew louder. 
Don watched in silent horror as his face was studied by his captor like an organism under a microscope, lifting his chin painfully to scan over every corner and crevice. The chill of the Man’s fingers sent an involuntary shiver down his spine, like an evil spirit had phased through his body. 
“ With such specimens as yourselves, it would be quite foolish to take you apart in a dusty garage without my.. tools. No, no, the real fun will begin once I take you to my laboratory. “
Don didn’t like the sound of that one bit. And judging by the ferocious crescendoing snarl of his brother, Raph felt the same. 
The Man let go of Don’s face and eerily shifted towards Raph. The red-clad brother replaced his snarls with a glare so concentrated it would make milk curdle.
I wouldn’t do that if I were you.
“ Oooh, “ the Man taunted, pointing at the furious mutant, “ did I make the red one angry? “
Raph targeted all the rage and intimidation he could salvage into his piercing glare. Despite his attempts, the Man continued on as if nothing happened.
“ Well, going by your pitiful attempt at intimidating me, I will assume this must be someone you care about.” The Man gestured to Don, “ Perhaps your brother based on the ridiculous matching masks? ..Am I close? “
Raph and Don kept their mouths in a thin but planted line.
“ Hmm, “ the Man shrugged, “ Alright, not very talkative. Very well. “
The Man proceeded to return to his stool retrieving his briefcase, and placing it on his lap. With a few button clicks, it opened with a slight hiss, releasing a puff of cold air.
Don ran through all possibilities in his brain of items that would need to be kept in air tight containers and under cold temperatures.
..Sedatives..
Judging by the growing smile creeping up the Man’s face, Don knew he was right. 
WE HAVE TO ACT NOW.
Now it was Don’s turn to begin pulling and yanking on his chains. He knew it wouldn’t do anything. He KNEW. But despite the logic trying to take control of his brain, his panicked heart remained in control.
The Man rose up off his stool and began walking towards Don. The purple clad turtle’s vision morphed the Man’s form into that of a faceless specter, slowly wrapping his towering shadow over the mutant’s body. The panicked sounds of pulled chains became louder, melding with the calculated footsteps drawing closer and closer.
WE NEED TO GET OUT OF HERE NOW!!
For the second time today, a gun was held to Don’s head. 
“ This is just something to help you sleep.. Nothing more than a concentrated sedative, so no need to panic. “ The Man’s words whispered compassion, but his voice screeched with threat. 
Don’s heart began to pummel at his chest as the gun-like contraption the Man was holding was pointed at the mutant’s thigh. 
NO! 
With a pull of the trigger, Don felt a horrible sting spread throughout his leg. The needle in the device penetrated his skin almost like his epipen back at home. But unlike his medication, the solution being forced into his body was unknown. That fear alone made the sting hurt so much worse. He hated himself for allowing the man to see him flinch under the discomfort.
As for Raph..
.. The word ‘ hate ’ wouldn’t even begin to explain the fury raging through his brother’s body. Raph was now baring his fangs in all their sharp glory, as the Man pulled away the device , leaving a small dot of blood on Don’s leg. 
The freckled brother subtly began to sway, feeling whatever drugs running through his bloodstream beginning to activate. His head began to ring with a high pitched hum as it was becoming more and more difficult to keep his eyes open. 
STAY AWAKE. DON’T GO TO SLEEP. STAY AWAKE.
The Man walked up to Raph as he waved the device tauntingly at the slowly-growing-feral mutant. Raph had given him plenty of warnings. And there’s always a point with Don’s fiery brother when his patience snaps like a thin twig under the crackles of a flame. 
This is that point.
As the Man began positioning the device to Raph’s thigh, the flame consuming the mutant’s protective heart burst as he lunged his knee up, making the man’s hand jolt upward.
Right in front of Raph’s mouth.
With a harsh *SCRUNCH* Raph's fangs plunged deep into the Man’s hand that was holding the device. For once, their captor actually reacted, giving an annoyed grunt as he jolted from the pain burning his hand where Raph’s fangs remained planted. But despite the discomfort of the angry mutant’s teeth, the Man continued to stand tall, pushing aside Raph’s attack as a minor inconvenience.
“ Aww. It thinks it can escape. Well, what’s your plan then, mutant? Hold me down as your brother here goes for the keys that I don’t have? How much of a fool do you think I am? “
Despite the Man’s hand still being wedged into Raph’s teeth, the mutant began to smile menacingly.
“ Wrong answer, freak. “
Just like with Don, the man moved with quick and precise movements, trading off the device from the hand in Raph’s mouth to his other. He pulled the trigger. Raph was given more reason to bite down harder as the sharp sting penetrated his leg. 
The Man removed the device from Raph’s thigh and threw it to the side, and then reached deep into his black, robe-like coat. He pulled out what was definitely an actual gun, pointing it at Don’s head.
“ This will cause far more harm than the injector, I assure you. “ The Man’s voice didn’t waver the slightest, staying calm and to the point, as Raph’s bite continued to sink deeper. 
“ Now. Drop it, boy. Drop it like a good little dog. “
Raphael’s shoulders rose in hostility as his brain ran through the situation.
Does he WANT his hand to get bitten off??? 
With another growl, and a slight gag, Raphael released the Man’s bony fingers from his mouth. Don hazily watched as his brother proceeded to spit the Man’s own blood into his face. 
Everything was becoming so slow.. The Man’s form continued to alter and blur as Don’s vision slowly faded into darkness.
NO. NOT NOW! WE NEED TO GET OUT OF HERE!! STAY AWAKE!!
Don didn’t even realize his eyes were closed now. His body slowly slumped against his will. The ghostly voice of the Man began to echo in his brain as he fought with all his might to keep his eyes open. He could feel Raph’s body beginning to fade too..
STAY AWAKE!!!!!!!
Don continued to fight against the sedative as best he could, trying to keep his body constantly in motion. He yanked at his chains and turned his head to keep an eye on his fading brother, who was trying to do the same. But as the minutes ticked by, their movements grew more sluggish; their heads slowly lowered with their eyelids.
Stay……awakeee…
“ That’s it. Go to sleep. Dream of your family. Your friends, if you have any. Relive all those wonderful memories.. “ The Man whispered into Don’s ear as he finally lost his fight with the consuming shadows, 
“.. For when you wake,
 your true nightmare will begin. “
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That's it for this chapter. :) MAN ALIVE- I have been EXCITED to show you guys this one!! This is the first time I've written for a chapter with the physical appearance of a villain.. And I think, ( and hope ) that you were left with a sense of dread for poor Don and Raph.. And- yeah, you'll be feeling that for a while with the chapters I have planned. ;)
To God be the glory!
~ Melissa
MASTERPOST <- PRIOR CHAPTER NEXT CHAPTER ->
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gi-zmo · 1 year ago
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nd the joke is… UR THE ONE TBT IS TRAPPED!!!! Bites u like crazy
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suryp · 8 months ago
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hey.
hey.
dont cry.
dunk is now a guillo-tuna.
she still has the 80,000 psi biteforce, but is now better built to outswim your jetski and cleave it in two.
theres also some jaw fragments hinting at a larger individual, roughly five as opposed to four meters, a substantial increase in size, though it may not look it.
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gabipaleo · 9 months ago
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Thylacine - also known as the Tasmanian tiger, was a large carnivorous marsupial native to Tasmania, Australia, and New Guinea. Despite their intimidating appearance, they were a shy, nocturnal predator that hunted small prey, posing no real threat to humans or livestock. Thylacine mothers were probably highly protective of their young, much like many other marsupials. They carried their pups in pouches for several months, and even after weaning, they remained attentive to ensure their offspring could thrive in the wild.
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The thylacine had a unique jaw structure that allowed it to open its mouth up to 80 degrees. This capability enabled it to take larger bites, making it easier to catch and consume prey. However their biteforce was quite low, their main preys were small mammals and birds.
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Thylacines were ambush predators, hunting from cover and stalking prey over long distances. However, they weren't built for speed. An interesting and unusual trait was their ability to stand on their hind legs and even hop short distances, somewhat similar to kangaroos.
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The thylacine's extinction was a tragedy that could have been avoided. The arrival of dingoes, habitat destruction, and bounty hunting wiped them out. The last known thylacine died in Hobart Zoo in 1936, neglected during a cold night, marking the sorrowful end of the species.
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yzegem · 6 months ago
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A couple of witch hunters travelling from town to town.
Two domesticated creatures of the setting.
The yakors are the most popular mount of this world, since horses don't exist. (Some previous art is outdated). Yakors are camelids that have convergently evolved with earth's horses and have adaptations such as stronger and shorter legs and neck, bigger stronger toenails in their feet (wich resemble hooves) and a more social attitude. Even thought they are more obedient than our dromedaries, they are still most similar to them regarding behaviour and share many atributes such as some pointy teeth, reproductive behaviour and just being a bit too independent sometimes with camels. They are the backbone of many societies and are bred for many purposes such as:
Draft animals: Stronger bodies, more obedient, and bigger feet.
Fast riders: Smaller more slender bodies with longer legs and stronger character.
Milk: smaller and more milk production and more frequent pregnancies.
Whool: harier and smaller (pretty much a llama)
Overall, the fastest yakors are not as fast as the fastest horses but both species are very comparable in speed. Yakors have in general more stamina than horses and are better on uneven terrain, so they can cover more land in a day and carry more weight.
The ogrehounds are a kind of small and fast entelodont that shares many traits with our warthogs, such as their unpleasant, earning them the name of ogrehounds.
In nature, ogrehounds sometimes live alongside wolfpacks and cooperate with them in hunting, since they have a very strong biteforce, ideal for the large and sturdy animals of the setting. Because of this, it is thought that it was wolves that first domesticated ogrehounds and, when humans domesticated wolves, the hounds came with them.
Ogrehounds are used for many of the same uses as dogs, except herding. They are ideal as guard dogs or wardogs and in the image above the couple owns one for security in the roads and for tracking witches in the forest. For hunting, its ideal to for a pack of both dogs and ogrehounds that have been raised together, as ogrehounds are very hostile to unknown dog packs.
Some messier sketches of these creatures:
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hyp3rsh0ck · 2 years ago
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gayness
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wolfspiders-web · 3 months ago
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Dedan, Guardian of Zone 1 and Metal
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The Zone of Alma oversees all raw material procurement in the Queen's lands, whether that's mining, agriculture, or recovery, which is then sent to Vesper for processing. Its wrathful Guardian, Dedan, has ruled it with an iron fist since its inception. While the suns of untold years has baked his skin just the same as a human, he doesn't appear to be one like the Elsen he keeps under his boot. He's as overworked as they are, his teeth and nails overgrown due to neglect because of time, time, time. There's just not enough damn TIME for everything he needs to do so he cuts out what he considers the least important events in his schedule, putting himself last to serve the Queen first. Rumors once abounded about how Dedan had a sunnier disposition, bringing hopes his sour mood might wane someday, but now they're just the stuff of barely-uttered legends on woefully short breaks.
I kinda feel like I Disneyfied him but you know how many naked molerat anthros I've seen in general. zero. fite me ignore the fact that I haven't actively looked for them shhh
yoinked his palette from one of the bits of art Mortis Ghost drew that depicted the Guardians in color because it makes him look kinda rusty
Anyway some little trivia nibbles:
heavy smoker. not like he can get cancer, so
he used to be just as pale as the Batter is and and now he's the posterchild for a lifetime in a tanning booth
has no front teeth for his "inner" mouth, because they make up the large chompers outside of it toothless grandpa Dedan lul
he can open his mouth very, very, TERRIFYINGLY wide if he needs to and has a biteforce like nothing else in the Zones
his body being metal and kind of rough means you can strike a match off him. he'll instantly put you in the ground for it tho
for the same reason he's like a living magnesium firestarter and can start fires off of himself with friction such as by rubbing his fingers
theoretically could be scruffed like a naked molerat can be, but because he's absolutely shredded all the muscle mostly prevents that. in the past Enoch has settled for grabbing him by the collar of his coat instead (Dedan has always hated this)
dislikes the sun/light and his eyesight suffers quite a bit during the day, and generally hates being above ground to begin with, so he def likes the mines the most
an old rumor says he wrestled with a rampaging Moloch bull once until it settled down, but nobody can agree if it took a few hours or a few days for him to calm it that way. discussing these old legends about their boss is one of the ways Elsen trapped in the mines will pass the time while hopefully awaiting rescue, and sometimes the debates can get heated (for them, anyway)
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drawingwilsoneveryday · 3 months ago
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Your werewolf wilson is so cute 🥺🥺 I would scratch behind his ear like a puppy but I'm pretty sure he'd bite my arm off
you'd be surprised! he's actually kind of like an anxious chihuahua
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but with the biteforce of a german shepherd, so roll the dice i guess
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okavara · 3 months ago
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Would Cryptid Kel bite someone if offered? Would he politely refuse or get carried away with monching?
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You just started a horrible internal war LOL I'm stuck on mouse today so you get mouse drawn kelryptid <3
He'd politely refuse and also get very nervous.
I'll touch more on the nature of his flesh cravings as we go through chapters 8 and 9 of CotV :} (I have 6 and 7 planned out now, 4 and 5 are written, 6 partially written!) BUT I will say...
His reaction depends on what kinda day you caught him on! If its a Bad day he'd have this reaction. Staring at the spot freely given to him... Blood fucks him up bad because he likes it. He's afraid of that. He wouldn't hurt a fly when it comes to humans. At least- Not without good reason.
Sure, he'll eat human flesh if it happens to literally fall from the sky, he's not hurting anyone for that. To be willingly offered a taste would be something he'd have to wrestle with. A bite would just feel wrong and too intimate of a thing to do with a stranger, or at least an acquaintance.
You'd have to get him comfortable with physical contact with you at all first before even bringing up the idea.
He'd probably give you a lecture about how he does NOT want to end up accidentally fucking killing you if he loses his mind and goes a bit feral. You're the first person he's seen in HOW long?? He's not going to risk your life. He's not going to risk harming you, or causing an infection you would likely die from (Did you know human bites have a high likelihood of getting infected?)
Human biteforce is surprisingly fucking Strong (not much less than some shark species) soo. It would be very hard to get him to let go if you somehow did convince him to bite you.
It would take a LOT to convince him to actually bite, just btw. Like. Weeks of pestering and probably annoying him until he snaps would be one of the potential ways I could see that you could use to get him to bite you. Or the comfort route but I won't get into that one - sniles and giggles.
Once he tastes blood and gets into pupils dilated mode, it's very nearly lights-out for a while. He'd just want to keep his teeth sunk into the flesh and drink the blood that flows from the wound for a few moments until he's satisfied, or at least just barely enough to get his mental faculties back. I don't think he'd allow himself to drink until he's fully satisfied before he tears himself away.
Also, that would Hurt. You'd be alright, though. Hope he doesn't accidentally break an artery or vein in your arm or bite through any important nerves.
He'd quickly then bandage you up and give you a lecture about it. It would be a very angry wholeass lecture about how this Could Have Fucking Killed You. He'd ask you "Why the FUCK would you do that!?!?!" He's definitely still a person in there he's not going to go "oo human meat fresh off the bone yipeeyipe" hed go. "Oh god. What the fuck is wrong with you" when offered initially LOL.
Honestly being goaded into biting would break his trust a little bit. Both in himself and in you. He wants to be able to trust being around another person again. If he can't trust you to not ask to be hurt, and he can't trust himself to not follow through with that, he'd realize it wasn't safe to spend time around you without putting both of you in danger. He'd start keeping his distance and start staring from the woods again.
But, if it was just a simple question? Yea! Just a polite decline and then he'd probably lose sleep over it for the next week LOL. He's an overthinker....
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regretevator-confessions · 7 months ago
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*I hit send on accident Ok guys, what do we think Venomous Pest Paralysis Gnarpy Stingers Freakishly Strong Biteforce Bive Razor Sharp Prototype Claws Springlock Reddy STAT With Knives Fire-Breathing Mozelle I like making them dangerous :3
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kaiju-wolfdragon · 1 month ago
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Monster may day 1: A
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Project: Arctic metal
The arctic metal has a strong metal biteforce of a giant crab, it can survive during cold winter and hunts preys in the snow, it can dig through snow and grounds as it can slide through holes, his fur is very silk, smooth enough to go through small holes, don't let it fool you... it loves to trick you with their paw prints to sneak behind you~
Yep, doing monster may here, here's the prompt (and yes it's an alphabetical order with extra 5 things in it)
Day 1: A
Day 2: B
Day 3: C
Day 4: D
Day 5: E
Day 6: F
Day 7: G
Day 8: H
Day 9: I
Day 10: J
Day 11: K
Day 12: L
Day 13: M
Day 14: N
Day 15: O
Day 16: P
Day 17: Q
Day 18: R
Day 19: S
Day 20: T
Day 21: U
Day 22: V
Day 23: W
Day 24: X
Day 25: Y
Day 26: Z
Day 27: Carnage
Day 28: Mutant
Day 29: Rampage Mayhems
Day 30: Total Takeover
Day 31: Planet Devourer
Enjoy!
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