Seasonal Prompts

The muted brown Oviraptor was running along the beach, seemingly on the lookout for something. She occasionally came to a halt, looked around to scan the surroundings, and then kept trotting along the shoreline. In the water beside her, her trusty dog of an Atopodentatus, Celena, followed along. Way behind them both, the much taller and intimidating looking Therizinosaurus Muffin slowly followed as well, her purple claws swaying lightly with each heavy step. ...

The birds singing melodious tunes while other creatures within the lands were minding their own businesses and doing their own daily tasks. Even the simplest of herbivores, Styracosaurus types, were grazing on various greeneries.One nearly had blended in with the landscape itself with the browns and greens coloring throughout their bodies. The fawn marking, in particular, allowed for him to stand out a bit more than normal. The bright green eyes blinked, fluttering ope...

"What's on the beach?" "Nothing really, we're going inside the beach," Burdock said, making his voice rise and fall like it was a grand dramatic reveal. Cherry remained unimpressed but followed the large carnivore down the sand dunes nonetheless. His longer legs navigated the deep sand easier than she could and by the time they had slid to the base of the cliff base on the beach she was already exhausted. ...

As usual, Nightingale was always seen wandering near the shoreline. This time, the weather was cloudy. The air was cool and the breeze was warm. Clouds were a bit dark, almost indicating that a storm was going to be in the near future.While Nightingale had been venturing along the path. The path, which, was majority sand and some areas of grassy patches with trees for coverage if there was too much sun or protection from rain. It was an easy trek for her and she appreciated nature...

The beach was crowded today, it made Wollemia nervous. She was already having difficulty adjusting to the surface world and crowds never made it any easier. Still, Argos and Lego were insistent that she come along with them and she had a hard time saying no to either of them. "So we can head to the water if you want," Argos was saying to Lego, "but there's something close to the trees I wanna check out first."...

Summer was always a pain for a large, dark Acrocanthosaurus, especially those covered with feathers. The heat was reaching its apex in the Dead City, and she could find no relief from the stagnant humid air that barely stirred from day to day in a meagre breeze. While hiding from the heat in an underground carpark, she overheard the murmurs of conversation above her.  "This heat is killing me," a voice moaned, soundi...

“Deep waters out there boah,” Roswell drawled from the beach. Dexter scowled back at her and continued to wade out into the shallows. Kisse was standing closer than her sister but still didn't venture into the waves. She watched the tabby Utah paddle beyond the point where his toes could still reach the ground with a gnawing anxiety in her gut. Dexter was convinced that swimming was the final frontier lying between him and the true secrets of human civilizat...

Nightingale was just waking up from her slumber. Standing upright, she stretched her legs, toes and fingers as far as out as they could reach. Shaking her skull, side to side, she let out a roar of a yawn. Oops, hopefully no one nearby thought she was trying to make a threat; she thought to herself. She did not realize how deep of a sleep she had from the night before. Laid up under some large ferns and used some of the broken off fern leaves as her makeshift bedding for ...

"Do you think we'll actually find something?" Thistle asked curiously, ducking into the small opening of the seaside caves.  "If we're ever going to find them, it'll be here," Foxglove insisted. She was leading the small pack into the winding, musty tunnels of the cave, careful to avoid the patches of slippery algae that flourished here during high tide. The pink raptor was well aware of the tides, knowing they had l...

The sun was high and the air, moist, humid, unbearable to some but to this fluffy little group it was actually quite comfortable. Pebble took charge at the front while Tilly and Latte strayed a bit further behind. The Oviraptor was more curious than the others one could say, her gaze stuck on the rocks of the cave they were entering surrounding them. Her distraction though would cause a small hindrance as Tilly not noticing bumped into her by mistake.    “Sorry about that!�...