Aging

Brisket and Moo had made their way to the edges of the dead city—quite a misnomer, if you asked Brisket. The city was far from dead. There was plenty of life… Too much life. Scent boundaries covered every piece of asphalt, and the two young anteos couldn’t seem to go anywhere without accidentally stepping over one and making someone very, very angry. That was why Brisket was trying to lead her friend out of it, and she hoped they were nearly there. They were still on a paved roa...

Kaiwi didn't give the impression that he was as wise as he really was, but Teo supposed you had to be a certain kind of sharp to survive in the Dead City. Despite his flippant attitude he doubted there was a better mentor across the islands for the children, nor one more thorough, to the point where even in their juvenile stages Teo found himself casting his mind back to the smaller carnivore's advice.  The raptor had been right about one crucial aspect of his ...

Taking the two Acros above the surface hadn't been as difficult as Teopixchui had anticipated, in fact they both seemed eager and in awe of the natural sunlight. He could attribute that to his lack of foresight however, as he also hadn't accounted for the fact he would now be raising two large carnivores at their most vulnerable stage. They followed closely in his steps, almost dwarfed in his footprints as they gradually made their way up the hill to where Teo h...

Drift felt that the highlands suited her. The cool air rippling through her feathers and the fresh mornings that stung her eyes had become familiar at this point and she welcomed each day with the same sense of wonder. She had to admit, part of that wonder was reinforced by the presence of someone else, someone to watch her back and make sure she had a fighting chance. Brook wasn't built for combat, but neither was she, they were both muddling through life the b...

The Queen of Atlantis held frequent meetings with the higher members of her council, behind locked doors and surrounded by guards. Teopixqui had been curious about these meetings for as long as he'd known about them, nearly asking questions right out of the egg. His mother would scold his curiosity while his father would laugh, amused by what he saw as a flight of fancy. Teo learned quickly to keep his interests to himself, knowing anger or mockery would be his ...

There wasn't much to the room that Blanco was confined to, so naturally he discovered most of its secrets and intricacies fairly early into his childhood. From his hatchling days he had discovered the thin paper pamphlets on the shelves, pages glued together with years of damp. He had torn the first one to shreds while trying to open it so he had begun to treat them carefully, prying them apart with thin splinters of wood that were pushed into the corners of his...