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The jungle was far from quiet, like Alpine had originally expected… Instead of the soft chirps of birds and swaying of leaves like she had grown accustomed to in the forest above, the jungle was alive. All around her birds sang their songs as if they would never be heard again, as if their lungs never ran out of air. Over the singing birds she could h...

With the Euoplo disabled the two raptors stood patiently at the foot of the prison's watchtower, keeping an eye on Piper's ascent along the vines. Feeling their eyes on her, the raptor was suddenly struck with performance anxiety, her claws shaking as she grasped for the next vine. She scrambled up the last few feet of stone wall, grateful for the freakish durability of these vines. She hadn't climbed like this since she was a hatchling and she hadn't been sure ...

Reaching Atlantis had been a hassle, the large shape of the suchomimus struggling to pass through the bulk of the jungle of the dome. Typhon’s guide even more of a problem, flighty and anxious- which she had every right to be- he had essentially threatened the little oviraptor into leading him down here. The suchomimus giving his whole body a shake to try and dislodge some thorny, brambled vines that clung to his hide. The gesture making the oviraptor, his pol...

Blackmist hurried the raptor children away from the stage as fast as he could. Mantell raised a brow at him but he waved him off with something along the lines of ‘already assigned’ and continued to push the hatchlings along. He had expected some form of resistance from the brindle raptor but Tiramisu had been keeping pace with the girls, only occasionally throwing a glance over his shoulder at the Iguanodon. Once he had them out of the line of sight from th...