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I generally don't like boids but I thought this one turned out all right.


I have a ton of these guys (er, real geckos) and they threaten to poo on me if I don't honor them once in a while.


Made some business card holders out of them, too. (No eyelids, they can't blink, so they make great guard dogs.)


Comes with a story:

Dellan the little tyrannosaur was hatched and raised beneath a rock outcrop on which other families of dinosaur-type creatures also raised their young. Dellan grew up quite close to one family in particular, a group of pterosaurs whose mother would come over occasionally with carrion strips for Dellan's own mom. The ptero mother would share news of what she saw when she travelled far away, Dellan's mother kept other predators from the smaller creatures' nest. It was what Dellan's mother called "beneficial," but Dellan knew that his mother lived for gossip from other places.

As Dellan grew, his pterosaur friends would climb about his head and back, flapping their young wings and calling taunts to other dinosaurs, who would never dare to taunt them back for fear of the tyrannosaur. Proud that his smaller friends trusted him so, Dellan would puff up his chest and waddle around roaring to scare off the locals, while the pteros laughed and laughed. They looked quite a sight, a large-toothed spotted green mass covered in wings. The other dinosaurs called the collective group "the pterrors" and stayed well away.

Dellan was terrifically happy.

One fine sunny day, Dellan waited under his rock outcrop for his friends to clamber down and visit him as they usually did. But none of his pterosaur companions showed. Dellan waited, and waited, and waited, his tail drooping lower and lower to the ground with every passing minute.

Finally, completely dejected and over-warm from the sun, Dellan decided to try and find a nook to sleep in... when something dark passed over his eyes. He blinked, and looked up. There again, a shadow crossed his vision as he stared up into the sun. And again, and again.

"Alloo down there, Dell!" The familiar voice of one of the ptero siblings floated down from the sky.

"What? Where are you? Come and play!" Dellan cried, standing on his very tiptoes.

"We can't play right now," yelled another ptero. "We have to take our flying lessons with father!" And with that, one of Dellan's friends swooped down out of the sky and buzzed right past his nose.

"Oh!" Dellan said. "Oh! Oh! You are learning to fly? I will be right up! I want to learn too!" Dellan tried to scramble up the rocky cliff, but his feet weren't made to grip the sheer walls and he slid back down. "Wait, I might have to learn from down here!" The little tyrannosaur stretched out his tiny arms as he could see his friends doing, and moved them up and down as quickly as possible.

But Dellan stayed firmly planted on the ground.

The pterosaurs spotted Dellan and flew in closer. He looked quite silly waving his tiny arms about, but none of them were cruel enough to say so. "But, Dell, you can't fly," one of them said. "I'm afraid your arms are too short, and you haven't got membranes for soaring." They wheeled in a circle about his head, and one waved an arm at him to show what membranes were.

Dellan pumped his tiny arms just a few more times, and then gave up, with one large tear rolling down his cheek.

"Are you sure?" he said, tapping his claws together sadly. "Maybe my arms just need some more time to grow..."

"Dell, you're not the same as us. Your body will grow taller and longer, but you will never grow wings," one of the pteros said as it flew around.

"Oh," was all Dellan could think to say. He suddenly felt quite alone.

The flying siblings knew their friend, though. One by one, they landed on him, each with something to say.
"You're stronger than us!"
"And braver than us!"
"And look how tall you are!"
"You have all of those neat sharp teeth!"
"Look how fast you can run!"
"Your roar is so loud!"
"I wish I had your tail..."
"And you are our friend, always always."

Dellan sniffled. "Really? Even though I can't fly?"

"Of course, Dellan. We can't all be the same. That would be really boring!" And with that, the ptero siblings all flapped back into the air, one by one.

Until the end of their days, Dellan the tyrannosaur could be found running along beneath his flock of friends, his tiny nubby arms outstretched as they flew above him. He kept his not-so-strong, not-so-brave, not-so-tall, and not-so-loud companions safe with a big smile on his face, a huge roar on his lips, and a gigantic pair of wings in his heart.

ANYway

Just felt like making something with huge ears.


A friend bought me some cabochons and of course they got used for eyeballs immediately.


And my homage to my favorite movie, Labyrinth. The ring thing had been used like a keyring in a pack of trinkets from Michael's, and I thought I might as well put the ring to use too.

All of these guys are mostly made out of polymer clay, baked, painted, and glazed. :)