Literature

The morning air was crisp, the beginnings of sunlight painting the land in a variety of soft colors. Snow still lingered here and there across the forest floors, just barely beginning to melt and clear away. Winter had run its course, it wouldn’t be much longer before the Spring blooms began.   It was time, Viper thought to herself. The stone floor of the cave she’d slept in was… uncomfortable at best. She’d have preferred to sleep outside on the soft grass, but with ho...

Small rocks were the size of boulders to the tiny, skinny hatchling carnotaurus as she stumbled around the mountainside. Her adventure had been fun at first, after spending so long laying sickly in the nest she had hatched in. She had enjoyed the feeling of freedom and what felt like a nice day, but now after being out in the open for so long the sun felt too hot for her to be c...

The warm, gentle breeze rustling through the deep, rich green leaves of the jungle’s dense canopy carried the sweet scent of success. While Rockefeller much preferred to traverse more open environments, which were far easier to fly through than this, the trees here had a myriad of foods to choose from. Since he was in the area anyway… Might as well indulge. Rockefeller had b...

Every winter, the islands were captured by snow. There were constant snowstorms - days turned to weeks to months. Eventually, on a particular evening, the snow had stopped. Dirch felt as though winter was finally coming to an end. He was taking a nice nap before he could feel small flakes falling onto his crest once again. It was back. This time, softer.  ...

A pale, honey coloured cryolophosaurus, approximately the size of a juvenile specimen, slithered out of the growth chamber it had been incubating in and crashed against the ground in a wet heap. The impact was enough to rip the cord from his stomach and to knock the fluid from his lungs through his nose and mouth, and it stimulated him to breathe. His first real, conscious breat...

Rain drummed on the surface of the water that meandered slowly through the swamplands. It was a constant, pouring rain with no wind to shift it from its path from the sky to the ground. Thunder rumbled quietly, distantly as dark clouds rolled overhead while soft, thin fog rolled over the flooded land below. Fish, drawn by the ripples and disturbance that the rain caused, broke through the surface from time to time in an attempt to eat insects that were not there...

Deaglán kicked and snapped at pebbles as he wandered down the marshy riverbank, in a poor mood. His stupid brother was hanging out with that weirdo young sucho that had washed up after a storm. Up until then it had just been the two of them, but now there was a third, and they got along great. It left Deaglán alone in the dust more often than not, especially when they went upr...

Greylander plodded along behind his sire, still a little wobbly and unsteady but determined all the same to keep up with the surly male he was following. It became kind of fun, trying to jump from footprint to footprint that Odysseyr left behind, but it was less fun when the male turned his head over his shoulder to give his young prodigy a hard look. The hatchling was making noise, and while it might not be as much of a problem when he was around a larger herd,...

Polaris watched with a painful feeling of longing as the silhouettes of approaching tropeognathus rushed overhead, barely visible against the approaching night as they returned with reports of what they had found, stories of what interactions and encounters they had with the islanders, and with bundles and beakfuls of things. She had not left the safety of the ship since Matriar...

A young white and grey tropeo cut through the air with power and grace. No more was she an uncertain juvenile taking her first flight, she was practiced. She was at home in the skies, so much more than she ever was jumping around the rocks and crags of her nest. Confident, carefree, self-assured, and completely at ease as she coasted over the waves that she was so familiar with....

The small, stone-coloured tropeo bounded precariously close to the edge of the cliff. She had been strengthening her wings for months against the winds that rose off the surface of the ocean and carried salty sea-spray up to their nest, and now it was finally time. It had to be. “Come on,...

“Come away from the edge, pebble,” came her mother’s soft voice. There was the faintest note of concern to her tone. If her hatchling fell, they would most certainly be able to pick her up in their beaks and bring her back - it would just be a matter of whether or not her tiny hatchling body survived the fall. The stony coloured...

Phasma X Diaval - (Courtship) Writing by: Lil Monster Da gallery: https://www.deviantart.com/xxinsanenightmarexx/gallery Word count: 1,000+   The clash of jaws and thick scales ripping and tearing blood from one another as roars echoed throughout the thick forest with many Albertosaurs now entering their courtship season. The large carnivores usually dueled it out with one another to show who was the best around and their strength they brought to potential ...