Doctor Trousers took a huge gasp of air before he even realized that he could breathe again. Light flooded into his eyes and cool, fresh air entered his lungs. Half of his body was still hot and damp and pressed up against something, and felt a pair of eyes staring intently at him. He nervously turned his head, having to exert extra effort to peel himself from the skin of Nevix's toe, and saw his employer looking down at him, the massive triceratops having lifted his foot up behind him presumably to inspect what he had just stepped on.
The massive creature stared at the doctor, his eyes half-lidded in a dull yet piercingly cold expression. He raised a plated eyebrow, and Iterati felt a tingle shoot up his spine as Nevix wrapped his claws around the doctor's midsection and him off of the foot. Iterati's stomach dropped as he was practically flicked onto the table, tumbling across its cold metal surface which provided a stark contrast from the warm, fleshy foot that had engulfed him moments before.
Iterati opened his mouth to say something, but Nevix promptly ignored him and strolled to the corner of the room. Even up on the table, Doctor Trousers could feel the dinosaur's footsteps. Nevix bent down and picked the beaker from the experiment up off the floor. Iterati stood, shaking, not daring to take his eyes off of his boss as Nevix deliberately walked back to the table. He stopped before the doctor, looming above him like a colossus, his expression still cold and emotionless. Then suddenly
SLAM!
Iterati's heart was knocked out of his mouth as Nevix collided the beaker violently onto the table next to the doctor.
THWAP!
The triceratops's meaty hand slapped the table on the other side of the shaken doctor. Iterati's legs turned to jelly from the shock, but miraculously he stayed on his feet. Through both violent actions, Nevix's expression had stayed the same. Somehow, without a single word being spoken, Doctor Trousers understood exactly what Nevix was thinking. The doctor had messed up the experiment, wasted valuable time and resources, and Nevix was going to have to discipline him.
Iterati gulped, feeling himself lose a couple more millimeters of size as he looked on in horror at Nevix's face. His near-perpetual scowl curled up into a wicked smile, not unlike the ones burned into the doctor's memory from a certain someone else he had met. A single thought managed to survive in the torrent of fear and submission in Iterati's head, and it was the question of what on earth Nevix was going to do him. Nevix's expression mutated further: a pink tongue escaped from between two large sets of teeth, gliding across the top of Nevix's lips.
Doctor Trousers's question was answered.
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I think this is the first time I've included an actual prop made specifically for a render. Well rather, I made a few simple props that I intended to use to populate the lab room environment, but in the end I got a bit impatient and just went with a simple beaker. It's amazing how easily Renderman can handle rendering glass, though strangely there appear to be some weird smoothing artifacts from the inside of the bottle.
The massive creature stared at the doctor, his eyes half-lidded in a dull yet piercingly cold expression. He raised a plated eyebrow, and Iterati felt a tingle shoot up his spine as Nevix wrapped his claws around the doctor's midsection and him off of the foot. Iterati's stomach dropped as he was practically flicked onto the table, tumbling across its cold metal surface which provided a stark contrast from the warm, fleshy foot that had engulfed him moments before.
Iterati opened his mouth to say something, but Nevix promptly ignored him and strolled to the corner of the room. Even up on the table, Doctor Trousers could feel the dinosaur's footsteps. Nevix bent down and picked the beaker from the experiment up off the floor. Iterati stood, shaking, not daring to take his eyes off of his boss as Nevix deliberately walked back to the table. He stopped before the doctor, looming above him like a colossus, his expression still cold and emotionless. Then suddenly
SLAM!
Iterati's heart was knocked out of his mouth as Nevix collided the beaker violently onto the table next to the doctor.
THWAP!
The triceratops's meaty hand slapped the table on the other side of the shaken doctor. Iterati's legs turned to jelly from the shock, but miraculously he stayed on his feet. Through both violent actions, Nevix's expression had stayed the same. Somehow, without a single word being spoken, Doctor Trousers understood exactly what Nevix was thinking. The doctor had messed up the experiment, wasted valuable time and resources, and Nevix was going to have to discipline him.
Iterati gulped, feeling himself lose a couple more millimeters of size as he looked on in horror at Nevix's face. His near-perpetual scowl curled up into a wicked smile, not unlike the ones burned into the doctor's memory from a certain someone else he had met. A single thought managed to survive in the torrent of fear and submission in Iterati's head, and it was the question of what on earth Nevix was going to do him. Nevix's expression mutated further: a pink tongue escaped from between two large sets of teeth, gliding across the top of Nevix's lips.
Doctor Trousers's question was answered.
This image is a continuation of this.
I think this is the first time I've included an actual prop made specifically for a render. Well rather, I made a few simple props that I intended to use to populate the lab room environment, but in the end I got a bit impatient and just went with a simple beaker. It's amazing how easily Renderman can handle rendering glass, though strangely there appear to be some weird smoothing artifacts from the inside of the bottle.
Category Artwork (Digital) / Macro / Micro
Species Snake / Serpent
Size 1280 x 720px
File Size 72.6 kB
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