Aging

Frankie had never been one to worry about his sister too much. Cleric was strong willed, she was hatched that way. She didn’t mind being on her own, and oftentimes when they had been younger she preferred to figure things out on her own and barely asked for help. And of course there were times Frankie would help her without being asked, and other times where he’d make a big deal out of it to get a rise out of her. The pair were thick as thieves even now as adolescents. But ever sin...

Today was a great day! Today Boba was bringing her son on their first hunt! Pumpkin came rushing out of the temporary den they had created. Looking out into the sky and the plains around them. His brother, Emu, followed him with a loud yawn. Shaking out his feathers and blinking the sleep from his eyes. “Come on! We're gonna be late!” – “but we just got up? We can't be late to hunting..” emu questioned, pumpkin only snorted. And lowered his head, sniffing at the ground. They had to ...

“Okay children, gather around, gather around. “    Nerodia was starting to learn that some days trying to get a bunch of hatchlings together for some ground schooling was a lot like as the Humans would say- herding cats. The bright red-pink Tropeonathus had her entire body and wings covered in banding, with a flower petal-like midline running along. She, too, was one of the cats by just existing as a  ha...

Pumpkin was leading the charge, once again rushing forward and gaining some balance on his little legs. The juvenile had his head low, and his tail and back straight, just like how he would watch his mother run when chasing things. Emu, his more timid brother, was practically keeping his nose on his tail. Pumpkin could feel it brush against him every couple steps. They were allowed to explore on their own while their mother, Boba, hunted. As long as they didn't go far…    We...

It was early morning, the birds were singing, the sun had climbed the endless sky. Clouds shyed from the rays of the sun. The open planes were rather quiet. Ruffling could be heard bellow, in the open planes with rolling hills. Shuffling out of a shallow den, climbed a long legged carnivore. Slowly getting out, the large bistre brown Carnotaurus lifted her head. The sun shining in rays through her crests on her head, suddenly, with a violent shake. Her feathers spread out and flopped about wi...

Little Big Bertha had been prowling the woods for a while now. Her stomach growled, and she had to find something to eat soon. The large Acrocanthosaurus, even for just a juvenile, had heavy footsteps. Her tail swayed, and her feathers brushed against the wind. Lifting her head up, she opened her jaws, like she had seen a critter do in the past. Attempting to get a smell on the wind. After a couple of moments, she caught wind of someth...