I was not expecting to see what I saw.
I'm normally not really attracted to Dino girls, but
What I saw could have changed the opinions of a lesser man.
I couldn't see them in any of the other rooms I opened until there was just one left down the hall.
hearing some yelling from it and some flashing lights in the dark. me and the principle assumed, i guess there in here?
I opened the door to see all the variety nature had in store. to provoke me about the things I didn't want to feel. impulses and urges of my youth. I wasn't willing to entertain. not again.
I clench my fist and force my mind to stand. They hadn't seen me yet; they were too busy arguing with each other.
There they sat in a circle over what looked to be some sort of letter board. and a pentagram on it with a candle.
They were all in their off-school clothes, which was weird. because we should be in class? I turn to the principle to ask why they are all in their rooms still. and he just says to focus on the task; I'll tell you about the complications later.
They were arguing with each other.
I told you this wouldn't work! the stega said. angry at nothing happening in their game.
You shouldn't have tried to summon a demon, para, if that ritual was just a game and you actually eventually attracted one to our room. the ankylosaur said.
You know none of that is real, right, guys? We are just pretending, seriously, that making a wish and blood-sacrificing a crab to the dark gods would actually summon some dangerous animal to our location, even though the school would never let that happen. let alone in our rich executive dorms. the long-neck brontosaur said.
Parasaurlophus angrily shot back. We need some kind of monster to scare away those stupid non-dinosaurs that the woke governor let in at the at the last moment. If we don't do something, then ourwoke principle will just let in even more and turn our school into a gheto! and ruin our lives! if we even live that long.
A demon would work best because those non-dinos are so superstitous; they are always praying to demons and doing dark magic. So we should fight fire, she said, screaming.
The principle cleared his throat as all of them looked at him in shock, especially the para girl.
I thought they were about to have a heart attack when seeing him, but when they saw me next to me, I could see the blood on their faces. as they screamed in unison.
They were from left to right this species.
a stegsaur. She was pretty graceful and elegant in the way only a walking billboard could be. She had that stereotypical head spike ornament over a ponytail. Her plates were massive. Other things were rather big too. but her limbs, neck, and head were rather slender and long; her neck was almost swan-like. Her face was slim and smooth, and she had a rather long snoot. Her hair drooped down her eyes on one side, and I honestly tried hard not to stare. But as a young man, I couldn't help but notice that her chest was filled with scales arranged in non-natural patterns, almost like the expensive tile geometry in furniture shops. Had it been modified? to form some sort of abstract mural. similar to the one hand painted in acrylic oil and then heat sealed by a layer of wax on her backspine, they were various paintings of nature and landscape. Her chest and tail had some ornamental jewelry and pearls.
Next was the ankylosaur; she looked less physically inviting. at least for my taste? Her body was wide and well-built. She was chubby, but in an athletic sort of way. She was puddled and round, and she had some large curves. Don't get me wrong, I would enjoy this if it weren't for her body being covered in armor. natural boney plates. decorated with embelishments and engraving. the black, redish, bronze, ivory scales detailed and highlighted with the brilliant gold lacing and calligraphed writing all over her body. It was sort of manic? I could tell they were doing some sort of religious prayer. The gold-formed flowers, vines, thorns, leaves, and branches would sometimes transition into a 3D embossed sculpture that stuck out, but only slightly, just enough to accentuate it. Her tail formed a row of lobster-like necks until the base of her wrecking ball-shaped tail. I could tell it was coated in hardening chemicals to further strengthen the bone. It had spikes drilled artificially into it to make it more dangerous. and also so it would form a sunshape. It was so unnatural. but it was elegant. I guess this is why they call it the mourning star.
brontosaur. a long, slender neck with a scarf to cover it. She had a mane-like mane from the tip of her head down her neck and back to the upper middle part of her tail. She was tall and slender; her body was long but muscular, and it had a lot of weight to it. It was a mix of slender edges and a more curvy base in the center. She had a feather-like crest at the back of her head that was slanted down and looked like a woman with long hair. The base of her neck to her throat had tufts of fur, or was it? She was a very weird dinosaur and very ornate, not what I imagined dinosaurs to look like. Again, I only saw them in shows and movies, and we know how reptilewood casts and dresses its actors. Its weird how dinosaurs, when humans depicted them in our historical drawings, always drew them as very thin, shrink wrapped to the bone, without feathers, fur, or any ornate patterns or musculature for flexing their body parts ornamentals. like a crest of feathers on a bird or an intricate tail not preserved in the bone. Why do humans only depict dinosaurs based on bones if we see them every day in modern times? The answer was simple: it was because mankind hid themselves a lot and only interacted with numerous species to hunt them, and what was left was only bones after we ate them.
parasaur. I looked at her with more of a guilty expression; she looked like the girl I had just killed. but I could tell they weren't related; they were different colors and had slight facial differences. But still, all dinos at a glance looked the same to me, and my heart choked out an inner scream that I could hear ring in my head. But it was her or me. I should be punished by my own conscience for defending myself from unprovoked attacks. I didn't want to look at her anymore. but from what I did glance at her, she had a mystic-looking look more on the sinister witch side of the asthetic than the fun brain-dead peace lover. I could tell she was the malicious force of darkness instead. just like that other girl... Is this some kind of cultural thing?
The Trcieratops—I'm not going to think about her. I hate triceratops. too many painful memories. How could I ever be attracted to them after all the sh*t I have lived through? I had too many bad experiences with this type of dinosaur. She wore richy brat-type hip-hop; it was incredibly indecent and revealing. but that was typical of a trike—no shame or dignity. She had a golden chain around her horn that really made me mad. Aldo, I'm not going to say why its personal. They never change as a species, still being horrible. awful, beautiful species I used to love...
WATTTT, no wayyy, it worked. the stega said. She hid behind a wooden chair. It wasn't even big enough to obscure her outline.
The ankylosaur got into a defensive ball in the corner of the room.
The brontosaur hid her giant neck and body with a blanket; it covered her, but it wasn't effective at all.
The parasaur just stood there, not sure why she was more scared off the principle hearing her being racist towards the entire school police and students who weren't Dinos or him. all of which were bad.
To my surprise, the principle took a deep breath and changed the conversation. and looked at me, changing the discussion.
The principle looked at me weirdly. speaking to me, he threw his voice in my head. uhmm? Why are you only staring at their unnatural parts? Does natural beauty disgust humans?
I would like to shake my head no, but to be honest, I've grown tired of my own humanity and the way nature has arranged itself. So it was refreshing that at least some people decided, along with me, that the cards were given at birth. just... wasn't good enough.
He tilted his head, forsaking your humanity. Why would you want that?
Look in front of you. I replied, mouthing the words. It's so obvious why. He looked at the scared girls in the room.
and he smiled. Was it to mock me? No, he had something planned.
What if I told you? You could slip out of that torture of existence? in his subsonic voice.
how. I looked at him weirdly, like he was messing with me. All my problems were tied to being born a human; it was not like I could shed this damn skin like a reptile and finally stop being hated for existing.
He was going to respond, but then the girls interrupted by saying something that truly pissed me off.
sooo uhh? Why are you staring at each other? Are you gay?
The stegasaur said she was hiding behind her chair. I angrily glared daggers at her radiating killing intent.
as I took a step toward her. Oh hell no, they did not just call me gay while I was telepathically communicating evil plans with my school principle! It wasn't telepathy, he said in his subsonic voice behind me, clearly annoyed. I ascribed magic to this natural ability.
but I couldn't care. This stega bitch is going to get a fist full of never calling me gay again.
Thats not a good idea, human. I wouldn't do what the principle said. this time out loud, trying to warn me of something.
A feather fell onto my shoulder. from the rafter.