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                “What kind of name is that? That’s a dumb ass name. Pokie?”                 “What mother names their child Frankie? What’s your full name, Franklin? I could see why you’d rather go by Frankie. Otherwise you sound like you’re no less than 500 years old.”                 Frankie gasped, drawing himself up and put a clawed hand over his chest as he looked at the gray and white Oviraptor female before him. ...

                Paradise stopped in his tracks, arms full of the berries that he’d hoarded from the curious trio of carnivores the previous day. He had saved most of what he’d taken from Tobias, Apocrypha, and Kallista so that he could plant them around the isles along with all the rest of the seeds he had been told to plant.                 But before him was a Utahraptor, pale yellow but with black eating away at her feathers. He quickly crouched dow...

The Oviraptor had relented eventually and revealed himself to be quite verbose. The bribe had loosened his tongue somewhat but the group of herbivores weren't getting answers they wanted. He danced around the subject of the plants with the practiced ease of a duplicitous clan leader. Eventually, the misty forest began to thin out and the wide open grasslands stretched out before them. Sagittarius took a deep breath in the clear night air before gesturing at the ...