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Roseate huffed slowly to himself as he navigated the crowded halls of the museum, scanning the strange, long abandoned human site before him with little wonder and much annoyance. This festival was something unusual, for sure- a strange gathering of creatures of all species; mammal, reptile, sky and land, herbivore and carnivore. Even so, tensions seemed shockingly low. Hunter and hunted passed each other with nary a glance, the peace certainly helped by the free snacks of game and herbs to s...

With Cheron leading him along, Kaiwi watched as the crowd parted before them. The carnival's ringmaster drew eyes as he passed by, his sparkling red robe reflecting pale lights across the ceiling from the shining sequins sewn into it. They approached a display with a small plane, a significant crowd separated from it by a velvet rope suspended from two golden poles. Between the plane and the raucous crowds throwing rings at it, Kaiwi nearly missed a familiar fac...

The winter snow crunched softly under Hyperions feet as they carried him towards the welcoming, spread doors of the strange museum that had popped up overnight. The cold wind bit against his scales, but the press of yellow feathers again one side warmed him ever so slightly. Looking over, Hyperion couldn't help but feel some of his icy exterior melt away at the excitement in Solstice’s eyes. His mate was normally incredibly gloomy in the winter, the lack of th...

Blinding lights flooded out of the building, it was a beacon against the backdrop of overgrowth and crumbling ruins. It caught the attention of anything and everything within a ten mile radius. Kutta, while not being all that bright, even managed to see the lights in the distance and follow them. He had no concern or worry as he waddled through decaying streets, climbed over fallen walls, or had to wiggle through narrow gaps between piles of rusting scrap metal....

The golden light of dawn was finally cresting the horizon after another long winter night, causing the snow to shimmer and sparkle. In the warmth of their den Calamira and her mother were just beginning to wake from a deep and cozy sleep. Sitting up clumsily the little Styraco released a massive yawn and shook her head as if to shake the drowsiness from her body. The well padded den was a refuge made all the more enjoyable by the increasingly low temperatures o...