Maip Macrothorax
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Maip Macrothorax

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Maip macrothorax having a restful moment
Megaraptor namunhuaiquii
The namesake of an enigmatic group of theropod dinosaurs. Megaraptors lived in late Cretaceous South America as a formidable pursuit predator.
Megaraptors possessed large arms & claws that it used to grab anything smaller than itself. Once caught, prey would be killed via jaws.
— some more uncolored doodles
Alsooo a megaraptoran i painted a while ago. I love megaraptorans. My pretty little princess ❤️

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The door shuddered as the beast– the maip– pressed against it. Testing it, Naivan guessed. He prayed silently to deaf Gods that it would not get in. But metal groaned its dying breath and the door clattered down. Steel dust, cracked, corroded, rusted, bled from the shattered lock.Â
A monstrous hand, both scaled and feathered, clutched the damaged doorframe. Hefty claws cracked into the wall with ease, the sound making Naivan flinch as he pressed himself under the table. The head snaked into view, lips parted into a soft, clicking growl. Orange eyes searching for prey it could not yet see. Naivan covered his mouth with a shaking, clammy palm.Â
The beast’s jaws opened, releasing a shrill, ear-piercing bark. It sounded like nothing alive today, neither like any creatures of the forest Naivan was familiar with, nor any monster he’d seen on the television.
Art to pair with a short horror story I wrote; in which rusting metal acts as a foreboding warning for the presence of a primordial predator. "The Shadow of Death that Kills in Cold Wind", featuring the Maip Macrothorax, written under the theme of 'rust'.
Went to a museum and they got these pretty and colorful sculptures of dinosaurs found in Thailand and I really like these two!