Named for the different-sized teeth in its jaws, the sphenacodontid Dimetrodon is by far the most famous of the synapsids, and is all too frequently mistaken for a dinosaur. Living during the Early Permian (~295-272 mya), at least 13 different species have been identified – mostly from the southwestern USA, as well as one from Canada and another from Germany. The smallest, D. teutonis, was only 60cm long (2′), while the largest, D. angelensis, reached 4.5m (15′).
This particular reconstruction is based on a medium-sized species (D. grandis) which was around 3m long (9′10″).
Although traditionally depicted with a fully skin-covered sail, the bone structure of Dimetrodon’s neural spines suggests differently. The base seems to have anchored strong back muscles, much like yesterday’s Sphenacodon, with soft-tissue webbing only extending partway up the bones. Meanwhile the upper portions of the “sail” were probably free-standing, and many fossils show crooked bends where the unsupported spines didn’t grow straight.
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Charlie and Sawyer’s first meeting in the How To Train Your Saweyr AU. In this drabble Charlie is fifteen and Sawyer is sixteen.
“Um, ah,” Charlie
stammered in nerves and confusion, his brain whirling between the impossibility
of the situation and his fear of being near a creature so mind-blowingly large.
He glanced around at the hand underneath him, noting fingers three feet long
and a palm that could fit him neatly with room to spare. Then his wide-eyed
gaze whipped back to the hill he had slid down. Charlie’s heart was already
pounding, but it seemed to drop to his stomach when he realized that climbing
back up would be near impossible. Starting to shake in indecision and a low
fear about the giant that was
currently holding him, Charlie turned around, swallowing thickly as the muscles
shifted underneath him. It was just too strange.
A sudden thought
struck Charlie of those huge fingers curling in and trapping him, leaving him
absolutely helpless against the giant. He whipped his gaze up to the giant
face, his eyes wide and starting to brim with tears. His fingers were twining
together anxiously as he tucked his hands close to himself. He opened his mouth
but no sound came out; he didn’t even know what he could possibly say.
The giant, who up
until this point had simply been staring at him, moved forward slightly,
bringing its face closer to him. Charlie squeaked in sudden alarm and
instinctively threw up his hands, curling back and squeezing his eyes shut.
They opened again soon enough, wanting to know what was going on, and Charlie’s
breath hitched to see the giant so close. His eyes flicked over every part of
it, almost automatically taking in details. Brown eyes, dark brown hair, brown
skin, even brown clothes. The giant was all shades of brown, and Charlie had
the fleeting thought that it might help him stay hidden in the trees. Even
smaller details were shockingly evident to Charlie, who found himself feeling
almost as if he were looking through some huge microscope at the giant. The
signs of light, inconsistent stubble on the giant’s chin, the fraying of his
clothing, the whorls of fingerprints that Charlie could probably trace with his
own fingers. Everything was right there.
“Are you okay?”
the giant asked, and Charlie’s eyes widened in shock as the voice not only
reverberated through his chest, but vibrated up through the hand beneath him as
well. Charlie couldn’t find it in himself to reply, still stunned by the
situation. “I’m sorry,” the giant said, and Charlie faintly noticed that he
looked almost sheepish. “I know I’m not supposed to bother the humans. But you
were falling.” Those enormous brown eyes traced their way over Charlie, and the
giant frowned. He reached towards Charlie with his other hand, moving faster
than Charlie would ever have expected, making the boy squeak in surprise as a
finger nearly as thick as his chest propped up his elbow. It had been scraped
pretty badly on the way down, and was oozing blood from thin lines. “You’re
hurt,” the giant said, sounding worried.
I-I’m f-fine, fine,” Charlie stammered out, tucking the elbow close to himself
and scrambling backwards. He found himself on the edge of the hand and the hill
it was pressed up against, looking up at the giant with wide green eyes and a
pounding heart. He didn’t know what was going on. The giant hadn’t done
anything to hurt him yet, but those hands were huge, and the sight of one coming his way had sent poor Charlie’s
heart leaping into his throat. The touch of the giant finger against his arm,
so thin in comparison, had been a completely alien feeling. Charlie was
struggling to even process the situation.
The enormous face
in front of him looked concerned for a brief moment before it suddenly broke
into a grin. Charlie blinked, taken aback. “You talked to me,” the giant whispered, and though it was still more
than loud enough for Charlie to hear, the smaller boy got the feeling the giant
was mostly talking to himself. “And you’re adorable.”
Charlie gaped at that, knocked out of his fearful shock from pure surprise at
the statement. Before he could even figure out what to say to something like
that the giant kept talking, this time louder. “I’ve never had a human actually
talk to me before! What’s your name? I’m Sawyer.”
was still pounding in his chest, his eyes starting to feel dry from being so
wide for so long. His mouth was slightly open from surprise but he closed it,
feeling how dry and dusty it was. It was a shame he’d lost his water bottle on
the fall down. “I, um,” Charlie stammered, still entirely nervous seeing as
there was a giant currently stopping him from falling even further. All the
same, this “Sawyer” seemed nice enough, if startlingly exuberant for such a
huge individual. “Ch-Charlie,” he said, his voice petering out so much towards
the end that he doubted the giant had heard. Swallowing thickly he tried again.
The giant – Sawyer
– positively beamed, teeth as big as Charlie’s school notebooks standing out
against his tanned brown skin. “Charlie,” he said, the exhalation of breath
rustling faintly through Charlie’s mussed blonde hair. He lit up suddenly
before adding, “Oh, wait, I’ve got this! Umm… what is it…” Charlie looked on in
confusion as Sawyer looking thoughtful about something. With a look of triumph
the giant turned his eyes back to Charlie and exclaimed, “It’s nice to meet
you, Charlie!” Charlie, a bit stunned by the amount of conversation being
thrown at him, not to mention the source of it all, didn’t answer right away
and Sawyer frowned faintly. “That… that is what you’re supposed to say when you
see somebody new, ain’t it?”
Sawyer sounded so
unsure of himself, and in a startling moment of clarity Charlie realized that
though Sawyer was huge, he likely wasn’t that much older than Charlie. Take
away the sheer size and he looked rather young. Charlie also realized that so
far he’d been terribly impolite, and quickly replied, “No, yes, you’ve got it
right!” Charlie flushed with embarrassment, feeling adrift. Giant or not,
Sawyer was obviously just as much of a person as any human, and so far
Charlie’s nerves had kept him from being polite like he should have been. “It’s
nice to meet you too, Sawyer. I, um…” Charlie looked back and up at the slope
he’d fallen down, various new cuts and bruises stinging to remind him of the
experience. “Th-thank you, for, um,” Charlie looked at the hand below him,
still entirely taken aback by the fact that it was alive and attached to a body
of a similar scale, “for catching me.”
“You bet!” the
giant replied cheerfully. “Though, it is making my arm cramp up. One sec.”
Before Charlie could figure out what that would even mean the hand underneath
him curled, sending him tumbling into the center of Sawyer’s palm in an
ungainly tangle of arms and legs. Then Charlie gasped, his eyes widening
quickly as the hand beneath him all but plummeted, halting what must have been
twenty feet down. Once it stopped Charlie scrambled to a seat, looking up and
around. The part of the hill he had been on was now quite a ways up, a
horizontal line of crushed plants and still crumbling earth the only sign of
where Sawyer’s hand used to be. Looking up the other way Charlie could see
Sawyer’s face, now much higher than it used to be, resting above an enormous
chest. In glancing around Charlie saw that the hand he was in was resting on
one of Sawyer’s knees; the giant was sitting cross-legged, covering an area
that had to be as big as their entire camping spot.
A light touch
against his own knees made Charlie start and whirl back, his heart leaping into
his throat at the sight of large fingers thicker than his legs brushing over
them. Charlie froze as Sawyer nudged his legs, causing one of them to slip a
little and knock into the other. When he looked up nervously he saw the giant
leaning down, looking at him with awe and worry plain on his face. Charlie felt
like he could relate. “Are you sure you’re okay?” Sawyer asked, large brown
eyes meeting Charlie’s wide green ones. His thumb brushed over the large, red
scrapes on one of Charlie’s legs and Charlie winced. Sawyer immediately drew
his hand back, so quickly that Charlie was almost dazed, and looked even more
concerned. “Sorry. Does it hurt?”
“Um. A little,”
Charlie admitted, drawing his knees in closer. He looked down at them and
frowned, noting that there was nearly as much dirt and rocks as blood covering
them. He have to make sure to clean out the cuts before they got infected; he
thought his mother probably had antiseptic wipes back at the campsite. Looking
back up at Sawyer, who looked thoroughly distressed, Charlie attempted a smile.
It wasn’t Sawyer’s fault; in fact, if the giant hadn’t caught him, he’d be even
more banged up. “I’ll be fine, really,” Charlie reassured him. “Um,” he
started, his heart pattering as Sawyer looked down at him expectantly. “Sorry
if this is a rather rude or personal question, but… what are you?” Charlie had
thought that a giant like Sawyer was scientifically impossible; but here he was
and, well, Charlie couldn’t help but be curious.
the motion jostling Charlie in his hand slightly, and said, “Dunno.” He beamed
down at Charlie, all bright eyed exuberance, and asked, “You’re a human, right?
Are you camping here? Do you live here? Did you like the waterfall? Lots of
humans like the little waterfall.” He stared down at Charlie with a smile, all
attention on the small teen in his hand.
aback by the slew of questions but also somewhat endeared by Sawyer’s innocent
curiosity, smiled tentatively back up at the giant. The more they talked the
easier it was to see past Sawyer’s size; he really was just like any other high
school student, aside from the obvious. “I did like the waterfall, yes,” he
answered, thinking that the streams of falling water must indeed seem pretty
little to somebody Sawyer’s size. “And I’m camping here, we don’t live here. My
family likes to come up to the mountains in the summer.” Now Charlie hoped that
they’d stick with this campground whenever they came next; he’d have to make
sure to let his parents know that he really liked it, even if Charlie knew he couldn’t
plausibly tell them the reason why.
The briefest flash
of disappointment crossed Sawyer’s face, but it was quickly replaced with the
same enthusiasm. The giant looked positively like a kid on Christmas. “So, you
might come back? How long are you staying this time?” Sawyer’s look quickly
turned sheepish and he hunched his shoulders a little, putting his face a few
feet closer to Charlie. “Sorry,” he apologized, though he sounded more
embarrassed than repentant. “I just don’t get to talk to anybody all that
often. Or, well, ever.” He laughed sheepishly, and a little sadly, avoiding
Charlie’s suddenly pitying gaze. “So I’m just a little excited.”
Charlie stood up
on Sawyer’s hand, newly determined to push past the weirdness of the skin
shifting below his feet and his view being downright dominated by just one
person. Sawyer’s life suddenly sounded terribly lonely, and though their
meeting was an accident Charlie wanted to help the giant feel better as best he
could. It was the least he could do to repay Sawyer for catching him. “That’s
okay!” Charlie assured Sawyer, giving him the most genuine smile he could.
“We’re still going to be here for three more days! So, we’ll have plenty of
time to talk before I go back home.” About what, Charlie wasn’t sure, but he
could only imagine that conversation with a giant would be something
interesting regardless of topic. By this point it was obvious to him that
Sawyer was hardly dangerous; just astoundingly big, and even that he seemed to
deal with in a way that wouldn’t be harmful to humans like Charlie. Aside from
a few lingering nerves, Charlie wasn’t afraid of him anymore. A little shocked
still, certainly, but not scared.
What do you mean? Do you mean to wish me a good morning or do you mean that it is a good morning whether I want it or not? Or perhaps you mean to say that you feel good on this particular morning. Or are you simply stating that this is a morning to be good on?