Aging

Hatching solo wasn't uncommon on the Kiama Isles; a lot of eggs simply rolled away from the nest, were stolen or were rescued from ravaged areas by good samaritans. The important thing for a lone hatchling was to find your place in the world as fast as possible. For most hatchlings, this meant finding a group to stay safe in, to find someone slower than you that could take the fall if you ran into trouble if you were uncharitable and someone to trust with your l...

                Pink was not entirely sure of the situation around Riptide and Waverunner’s parents. Whenever she found the pair they were always on the beach where she had originally met them as hatchlings on Isle Kela. She’d heard them talk about their father from time to time, but she’d never actually met the man. Whoever he was, he seemed like a rather hands off parent, letting the brothers go off to do whatever they wanted.                 As th...

  Topaz awoke from her exhausted sleep from her arrival in this offensive world. A curious sight awaited her, a creature a mirror image to her own. Though this one was covered in a downy green fluff, an off-white belly, and dark green striping adorning their withers and limbs. This one would become known as ‘Fern’. The creature seemed to react the same, eyeing her suspiciously. What it instead saw was a plain dark tan body and a lighter cream snout a...

The grass of the savanna was the ideal height to hide a Utahraptor hatchling, and Tiramisu used it to his full advantage. His hatch site had been lonely, just him and the discarded remnants of his egg, no siblings, no parents, just him breaking out into a depression in the dirt. It didn't even look like a proper nest, just like an afterthought to put an egg in to stop it rolling away. He wondered if he was so uncared for that whoever had left him there hadn't ex...

The dark streets of the Dead City were filled with life at night. Everything from the fireflies to the Albertosauruses were out and about, making the city a bustling hub even after sunset. Some areas were unspoken truce zones, the market place where the Craftsmaster set up the stall was one of them. The other was a large stretch of greenery, plants weaving around old rusted metal structures, some that moved and some that were fixed rigidly to the ground with som...

                The day had been on track to being one of the better ones, in Pink’s humble opinion. The sun had already reached its peak in the sky by the time she had wandered off from Riot. She and her father had gone to Isle Kela for the day, the older Cryolo wanting to show her how to hunt some of the local game there. But she had quickly lost interest, especially after she remembered just how close they had been to the beaches all day.              Â...