Literature

Within the isles and their respective islands, lived all creatures both big and small, the hustle and bustle of them was nothing out of the ordinary. Rumors had spread from creature to creature, about some investigations that were going on with and for unknown reasons. The dinosaurs, more specifically than just creatures, did not want to be comes someone’s next meal, or worse, extinct, like those bipedal humans. They essentially had trashed the planet before going extinct. Leaving bits and ...

The tunnels beneath the islands were, as you would imagine, damp. Mary shuddered as she pushed through the humid air, shaking her feathers out as they curled even more than usual. The tunnels were man made, made of strong steel and metal that were somehow strong enough to beat back the strong water pressure of the ocean. The parasaur huffed as she scraped at the metal. Behind her, Mintee let out a low groan which was quickly mimicked by Oboe as she miserably cro...

The mission was not a new one, Mary knew as she led her small team across the rushing river. Water tugged and pulled at her feathers like sharp teeth, but she was far too large now to be pushed down by a relatively shallow river.    Above her in the sky Oboe flapped, black and white wings giving her the ability to completely skip the challenge of making her way through the river. Even then the tapejara seemed...

The crunch of twigs and leaves was soft and intentionally quiet as the large Utahraptor snuck through the forest. Pausing momentarily every couple of steps to listen and look around along the ground. Gwyar looked to the sides of himself, two younger Utahs with him. They were quieter due to their size, but much less careful. Dragoon and Rustic; Gwyars two children. Gwyar had believed it was finally time to begin teaching them to hunt, to fend for themselves. ...

Deep in the thickest forests of the prehistoric ridden islands was a clear blue pond. Water drained down from a nearby mountain, spiraling downwards in a long waterfall that cast its water into the crevice below. This water hole had become a favorite spot for many over the years, its peaceful location serving as some sort of neutral grounds between the creatures who inhabited the forest. Here, anyone could drink peacefully.    ...

The sun was rising on the islands when Apis sleepily stirred from her thrown together nest of shrubbery. Unlike many others of her kind, she spent her time out in the vast grasslands of the hidden islands. Apis had a strikingly yellow hide- abandoned by her birth pack as soon as she hatched, she had been forced to lurk out a living on her own in a hostile environment. Much too bright for the shadows of the forest, she found a home in the rippling yellow grass....

The wind was howling, leaves were being torn from the trees and branches rained down from above. The rain pelted anything below it with such force it felt like hail stones. This storm had been the wildest of the season and it was no time to be out and about. Creatures sheltered in logs, caves and overhangs. There were some stragglers struggling to find a place to hide from the weather, among  them was Kyrien. As the rain smashed down on the leaf litter around h...

“But why not seaweed?” Doog asked, his sand-colored head tilted in confusion. “It's so tasty, and I can get the best stuff!   Cama sighed in exasperation. “I didn't say that, I said—Haize, can you explain?” She glanced over at the sooty gray styracosaurus, who snorted in turn.   ...

“A... skill?”   “You mean like foraging, or crafting?”   “What about swimming?”   The euoplocephalus gave a single nod of his green-spotted head.   “Yes,” he answered laconically...

The thin, mewling creature whose life had almost been claimed by the swamplands and animals that prowled its murky waters, knobbly trees and floating islands was no more. No more was the suchomimus pathetically thin, pleading for food and waiting for salvation on a leaf that floated on the water. Instead, Osa returned to the wetlands healthy, and considerably...

“You didn’t have to come.” Deerlegs’ feather crests were unusually flattened, framing her dome in a sleek and rather annoyed look. Embargo followed behind the taller female, stoically quiet as usual, as she wandered across the scrublands. He couldn’t really say that she was taking a direct route to their goal, because neithe...

Cinnamon rose up onto her hindlegs as the euoplocephalus waddled closer to examine her, eyes gliding over her feathers. Kielo’s eyes, which were obscured by the mask he wore, betrayed no emotion. However- each movement was slow, critical. As if preparing for the moment that Cinnamon would suddenly surge forward and barrel him over. However fighting had never been her strong suit, she would have to earn his approval in other ways…...

June… was alone. Not only was she alone, but she was completely, totally, and utterly lost. She had no idea where she was. Every direction she turned looked the same as the last. The same impassable dark water laden with algae, duckweed, lilypads, horsetails, and other water plants. Twisted, gnarled trees with knobbly knees and scraggly moss beards hanging off their branches t...

It was a rare day on the Kiama Islands that Buidhe stayed up late, or in this case, woke up in the night. A restlessness the massive dinosaur rarely felt rolling through his bones and flesh like a rumbling vibration. The sauropod usually slow and sluggish due to his size, hauling his massive weight to his feet from his sleeping spot, sheltered by sparse trees on the barren plain of the Kela Highlands. The grass which would be a vibrant green in the daylight less...

Moss had always been a curious Trope, some would say, a little too curious for her own good. She zipped and zoomed through the brush of the abandoned city, spinning and flying through broken windows as she did little tricks for only her own eyes to see. She laughed in joy, echoing through the walls and empty alleyways, reminding her she’s completely alone here. She scoffed at the lone thought that tingled in her hea...

Are you not entertained? “These warriors aren’t keen to let anyone pass through their jungle, but perhaps you can sway them. Only those worthy- who demonstrate interesting or entertaining abilities- may enter, and they seem interested in witnessing the skills of other dinosaurs! Perhaps if you can impress them by showing off a skill- such as acrobatic maneuvers or hunting pro...