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     So... now what?        Frostbite was never one to waste time on any sorts of negotiations, or... er... what the Atlantians called... poly-ticks. Thus, trying to understand such things, for the pachy, was like trying to count crabs on the beach - by the time a handful are sorted out, a dozen more had dug up out of the sand... and a half dozen others had decided to dig back down again.         To make things worse, she had just been...

After some hostile incursions, Atlantis’s newest loyal recruits were employed to patrol the outskirts of the court and watch for suspicious activity.  Rapture found herself sent out alongside Dutchess, an enormous acro that strongly reminded her of some of the dark-pointed cats she’d seen roaming the islands. They met at the edge of the court, where tangled jungle turned into carefully tended garden.  A dirt tra...

“Tonight, there is to be a feast.” Boomed a mighty voice. The Tapajara trio had found themselves in service of Sela, an Iguanodon and member of the Atlantean court. Her coat was sleek and well-maintained, her status clear to see. “If you wish to earn the favour of the court, you may assist in setting up for tonight. There is much work to be done, and nimble wings like yours can be put to good use.” She instructed. Mac, Briar and Faire bowed ...

Korppi stuck her head fully into the bag and twitched her crests against the fabric to prop it open. "Nope," she said, "No more seeds, we're done!"  "Not quite done," Tony reminded her, ignoring the sharp glares from the Cryo siblings, "Just the watering left and you can head back to the dome." "We can head back to the dome," sh...

The first light of morning couldn't reach the sleeping dinosaurs in the highlands of Isla Kela. The cave, as well as blocking the wind, blocked the light until well into the late morning, seeping through the opening in the rock like it was trying to sneak up on them. The light on the other side of Talos' eyelids was enough to rouse him, pulling him from sleep to blink blearily in the weak light. Rising from the ground, his joints protested after being stiffened ...

                Carnage is what they had planned, and carnage was what they had delivered.                 Skoggr and Relic had made their way back into Atlantis proper, barreling through Euoplos and Oviraptors alike. Had there been less people in the streets or even more Atlanteans in general, they would’ve been rushing right into more danger. But the city was a mess. Islanders still trying to flee to get topside again while the knights of the Court ran...