Author's Note: This is my submission for the fanart prompt:
Draw an OC.
Italics denote sound/memories.
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Thud...Thud...Thud...The exasperated stride of a theropod drudged slowly upwards as the Bright Circle began its descent across the sky, filling it with a bright orange that blended in with the both the dirt and figure creating an almost monochrome landscape. The dry, cracked earth easily depressing under the weight of each step, adding to the already arduous task at hand. The dinosaur briefly paused to look up, taking notice of the shifting colours above it as well as its remaining progress on its climb before continue its march again.
Thud...Thud...Using its arms to help lift itself, the theropod pushed itself over the top, with the resulting push and overall lack of strength caused it to fall flat on its stomach. Given the recent strain, this served as a nice moment for it to rest and regain some strength.
“I found you!”
A small, orange theropod eagerly pointed at a small bush tucked in between a tree and large boulder, the slight reveal of some purple feathers giving away another dinosaurs hiding spot. With a rustling of the leaves the once visible feathers receded behind the green, bushy veil. After a brief pause a pink leg reluctantly emerged and slowly reached out to the nearby grass, pressing down in a couple spots to ensure proper footing. Once confidence was achieved the remainder of the dinosaur quickly followed. While the first foot was placed with utmost care there was not enough time for the other from the shifting weight and it caught on part of the tree root, causing the pink theropod to fall belly first.
“...oww” the fallen dinosaur quietly let out as she blew upwards to try an move the feathers that had now fallen in front of her eyes away.
“How many times have I said you need to be more careful Cloolah?” the orange dinosaur sighed with both hands on his sides.
“No need to worry Brootie, it's why we have nice big bellies! So we can fall like this all the time!” The previous signs of injury soon gave way and she pushed herself back onto her feet. “Maybe if you stopped all that running around you do all the time you would have a nice big belly to fall on as well!?”
Brootie instinctively put his hands on his belly in response to Cloolah's teasing rebuttal before lowering his voice as he quickly looked at the surrounding area. “You've heard the Far Walkers passing by lately. No food to eat. All of them coming from over the hill where the Bright Circle rises.” He paused and stretched his neck up to look to towards the hill.“How long until that happens to-”
Cloolah placed a finger on Brootie's beak. “There you go again with the Far Walker talk. Our herd has always lived here with no problems at all so why would we do anything different? Remember what our leader always says? 'Stop worrying about tomorro'-”
“Hmph”
Brootie shoved the memory out of his mind and regained his awareness as he lifted himself back up. He was always quite different from others of his kind and the isolation and survival only helped to further that divide. His legs and arms were a lot more muscular with traces of small cuts and scars throughout his body gained over the years from skirmishes with sharpteeth. Most noticeably was a relatively less profound belly sticking out with 3 distinct scars across it that have only started to finally heal, contrasting the pinkish hue of the wound with the yellow. The differences didn't stop with the physical either, he never agreed with the apathetic nature his herd once shared. Caution and preparation were his personal wisdoms he always used, something that has served him well in his survival over the years.
After Brootie quickly brushed the dust off of him, he quickly took note of his new surroundings. The hill that he had climbed plateaued at the top, with the only distinct feature to stand out being a lone remains of a dinosaur near the edge on the far side that had also ventured up to this vantage point at some point. The bones were half buried in the ground and weathered beyond recognition, but that was hardly his concern at this point. With his strength recovered, the theropod moved towards the remains. He picked up a loose bone fragment and set one foot on top of the skull and gazed out, holding his other hand above his head to help block out the light from the Bright Circle, at the vast wasteland that was now in front of him.
It didn't take long for him to fixate on his new found targets as he scanned the landscape, a pair of Fast Biters on the edge of the desert dragging a lifeless body towards a series of rocks. That sort of cover and shelter provided that would be an ideal spot for their nest.
“Found you” Brootie grumbled to himself with the hint of a grin appearing on his face. With renewed determination, the orange Yellow Belly stepped off of his small perch and marched down the hill. His hunt had begun.
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More Author's Notes: So I tried something a little out of my comfort zone this time around, with both making an OC myself as well as do a small little story to help give a small amount of back story for the character. This really does help reinforce why I'm not that interested in writing. Even though this is only around 850ish words it took me multiple days to finally get it on text where it made sense. I think the writing took longer then the drawing haha.
As for the drawing, the idea came indirectly from some suggestions that Iris gave to me as I wasn't sure what to do this time around (thanks Iris!
). The idea came around as jokingly coming up with some form of antithesis to Yellow Bellies portrayed in 13. Also if I needed to have at least one OC under my name, having it be a Yellow Belly is a fun notion
