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Whisp woke up to the sound of the prison cell being opened, two club tailed guards close by to watch over the hatchlings. A furry creature darted over his body and did something to the locks, while a pair of oviraptors heaved off the rusted chains that held him in place.   A different iguanodon waited outside. “The queen will now see to the trespassers,” they announced. “Come quickly, come quickly, we do...

Herring couldn’t have been happier to see the sunrise, or well, what looked to be the sun that is. The sun rose into the sky yet the sky was shattered in some places. A chunk was missing, showing darkness beyond, only for something to go by. What was that? Was the sky falling apart? This place just made no sense at all. Where was this place? Perhaps this place was underground, but why would there be something on the outside then? Maybe...

Hart had become one of the more higher ranking seed sewers since the launch of the invasion top side from Atlantis. Still, he didn’t exactly feel confident in his role as a “senior seed sewer”. He especially didn’t as he turned around to view the two ‘new recruits’ that was suppose to be accompanying him topside.  “Names Slate,” The tall sucho said as he shook his feathers,”I came to assist with uh.. the seed sewing.” He said a bit mumbled as he looked over at the ...

                With the Oviraptors now out of the bag, along with the rest of the Atlantean species, Ghast no longer needed to hide. In fact, since the night of the feast, the Oviraptor had grown more bold in going out and wandering around the islands with either Hunter or her boys. She had taken to scouting the surrounding territories where she and the Pale One resided, wanting to keep an eye out for anything of Atlantean doing.                 One such ...