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"Just double checking… you're positive this'll work, aren't you?" Slate asks the feathered, green oviraptor leading the impromptu pack of theropods, making sure not to drop the coconut shell filled with edible insects as he carefully makes his way through the unusually dense undergrowth; strange plants are everywhere, so one can never be too careful. Each of the three dinosaurs carries a similar care package, intended as gifts for the Atlantean oviraptors; a way to prove they mean no harm....

                Kallista could only stare, horrified, up at Apocrypha.                 The Albertosaur’s expression was blank as she stared ahead at the Queen of Atlantis. The cheers and roar of glee and sheer rage had already fallen into a muted numbness around her. This was unlike when the denizens of Alpha Labs were unleashed upon the islands. The news was not what she was expecting.                 It wasn’t what any of the to...

Blight wasn’t sure how far his adopted sire was getting with Alaric, or if the blinded Acro was even playing his cards yet to try and figure out where Ghast was. Whenever the cursed colored Acro passed by the pair, they were idly watching those around them and talking amongst each other. It was always something speciest. Once he heard Alaric speaking about how small and useless Albertosaur arms were. Another time Blight passed by to go tend to another Iguanodon he had heard Hunter talking s...

Sergeant paced between the rundown bus stop and the long-empty jewellery shop across the street, shaking his head. He stopped occasionally, pursing his lips, opening his mouth before closing it again with a breath, and continuing his tight circle on the old asphalt. This is the most agitated Saskia has seen him in a while. She sat beneath the rusted panel of the bus stop’s roof with her snout following his restless walk back and forth. They hadn’t exchanged a word since she reporte...