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Since they were much larger and lacked the thumbs of the humans that came before them, iguanodons rarely used instruments during musical performances. Not that Mikhail cared either way; regardless of whether or not it included the smacking of a drum or the plucking of some strings, to him, it was all unnecessary, brutish noise. He would prefer to hear what the dinosaur next to him was saying without having to strain his ears against the cacophony. Unfortunately, his co...

Three dinosaurs followed Mantell as he entered the court’s primary building.  The smallest was a cryolophosaurus, brown with dark blue blanketing his back.  Shepherd’s yellow eyes glinted as he looked around, keenly observant.  The second was a suchomimus, mottled grey and crested.  Tempest’s gaze followed their guide instead, watching the green iguanodon navigate the building.  The last- and largest- was a tan and black therizinosaurus, ducking caref...

Another howl ran through the forest and spilled out as an eerie echo over the glade. The first one alone had Cozy’s feathers bristling and her nerves on edge. She might be fully grown now, but her encounter with one ferocious wolf in her youth was enough to burn that memory into her mind. Horrid growls, piercing eyes, and snapping teeth. More hollow voices join the canine...

The banquet still hummed with activity as Blackmist watched over the proceedings with a sharp eye. So many outsiders were here, eating Atlantean food in such a jovial manner, he felt he couldn't let his guard slip for even a moment. Movement in the treeline immediately caught his eye and he braced for a pack of outsiders to come charging through, but he was surprised to see a familiar pink, feathery head poke through. ...

The Styracosaurus in question had been hanging around the Court for a few days now, long enough to familiarize himself with their scents and the colors of certain individuals. There had been one that had caught his eye — perhaps for the naturalistic appearance he sported, sandy brown with a dull, dusty red saddle, and thick black stripes along his midsection that cut the browns and whites in half.Today, Scavar had found it in himself to approach this interesting individual, his ...

Their bellies full from the banquet, the raptor trio began to make their excuses. "We can't leave the surface for long." "We have territory to defend!" "We don't want to be any more of a bother."  Eventually their excuses wheedled their way into getting an escort back through the wate...