Event Artwork

The sun lazily rose in the sky, greeting the scrub lands with warmth and golden rays. Illuminating the soft blankets of snow that drifted down the night prior and causing it to slowly melt away, leaving behind soaked soil and content plants. Mud squelched beneath Cloud’s feet, the cryo uncaring about choosing more solid spots to walk. In fact, she was actively looking for a nice muddy area. Lowering her head to inspect this patch, she clicked her tongu...

All three tapejaras stood on the starting line, marked by a coloured stripe painted on one of the white planes. The tension had been palpable for quite some time. Three - Troubador looked at Typhoon with a hint of uncertainty. The male was completely indifferent. Two - Dion nervously flapped his wings, feeling a shiver run through his whole body. He didn't want to wait any longer. One! The sound of the start signal cut the air like a whip. The three tapejaras plung...

Doe stood on her tip toes to scan the crowd in search of a conspicuous grey Aristo while the green Alberto at her side did the same with noticeably less fervour. The floor was full of plane-themed games and the actual exhibits blocked her eyeline too, large planes and pieces of their fuselage covered in signs and flashing lights. “She's only little, how much trouble could she get in?” The Alberto asked, yawning an...

Winter was fun, but also kind of lame cause it felt like every day was the same lately and that bored Cala half to death. Her paranoid mother didn’t let her go off on her own very much, but when they happened upon the Carnival, in a rare moment of… something, lapse in judgement maybe, or just increase in coolness?? Either way, Melon was letting Calamira explore as long as she stayed in the same wing of the Museum and Cala was seizing the opportunity. Wander...

Costel lazily chewed the remains of meat lying on the ground in front of him, without the slightest hurry. This morning, he had managed to hunt a small wild boar, perfect for a quick, nutritious meal. He needed a good meal to regain his strength – around noon, the young carnotaurus intended to go to the museum building again to participate in the carnival. The thought of once again joining in the fun among others like himself sent a thrill of excitement down his spine. Costel, althou...