Literature

Dawn arrived slowly in the densest portions of the jungle. Goldhour showered through the trees for an exceptionally long time, rousing howlers and birds that eventually joined the chorus of the song that was the background cacophony of the jungle. Amongst the canopy, tucked in the towering crown of a kapok, two tapejara were also slowly rousing themselves. The two unfurled themselves from their make-shift nest they’d spent the night in. Next followed a series ...

The sun was blazing through the trees, through the glimmering crevasses between leaves. It was becoming high noon and Starlight was going through the woods observing each of the plants. One of the flowers hissed at her as she passed and she growled at it making it cower back, as if it were scared of her. Her feathers protect her from the wide variety of plant ...

 Honor Guard (Continuation of my Chapter 2 Lit.) Gatcha’s mind stirred as he gently woke.  He could smell the damp, earthy air and feel the soft moss and grass...

Atlantis was always quiet in its illusion of night. Despite the fact that it was miles and miles under sea level, the dome did a decent job at mimicking the real day-night cycle. But some things failed to change with the digital skies- the temperature never dipped away from its humid stickiness, and there was no fresh breeze to whisk away the stench of a musky, muddy jungle.   Under the cover of darkness, figu...

Gimlet was starting to get hungry. His belly grumbled beneath each step he took on the island. Trying his best to stay near water, as he enjoyed it so much for some reason. He was just drawn to it. Plus, it felt nice on his flesh from time to time.Following the edge of the shoreline, he would look around every so often, trying to see if there were any food sources nearby. Nothing thus far.After several moments though, he caught the scent of another. Curiosity started t...

Gatcha stood at the top of the foreboding staircase, looking down into its deep darkness.  He’d heard dinosaurs gossiping and talking about this place, but for a long time he feared to venture inside.  Gatcha had met the Oviraptors who seemed nice enough, but Gatcha was extremely wary of Morpheus' buildings and their experiments.  Gatcha hesitantly stepped down the metal stairs and into the underwater glass hallway.  Its construction was good, but it clear...

“So let me get this straight.” Mary lashed her tail, pacing from side to side in the abandoned warehouse that the rebels had apparently set in. Her wounds and bruises ached, and she couldn't help but send a glare towards the red iguanodon sitting in the center of the room. It was quite a tight fit with all of them- Flurry and Oboe were sat in the far corner, the tapejara nestled into the albertosaurus’s feathers and angrily glaring at the large herbivore. ...

Dawn came far too quickly for either pachy’s liking, artificial sunlight slowly colouring the inside of the dome once again. It was close to a real sunrise, yet… still wrong. The ambient temperature had grown cooler in the night, the early hours saw the wall and ceiling panels brightly lit and coloured with the pre-dawn colours which transitioned into vibrant pinks and oranges which would later shift to a pure sky blue, yet it felt ...

Shame weighed down her body like waterlogged feathers, and her steadily constricting throat reminded her so much so of the feeling of swallowing ash. If she closed her eyes, she could even imagine the fire nipping at her heels. However, unlike the flames which she knew so well, this fire had a name and fierce violet eyes. “If anyone asks, you won.” Hyperion's words echoed in her skull in a twisted mantra, enforcing a reality which would never truly exist. They burne...

Moose was summoned to the surface and had no idea why. He rarely questioned matters, especially if it involved the queen. There were no questions asked, about the type of policy for the requests.The Styracosaurus climbed his way up a curved trail, leading to the upper side. For a young and small fella, he was kind of naïve. He was unsure as to why he needed to be brought up to the surface. At least, until he reached the entry point. The air shifted, the dampness and h...

A light breeze drifted through the overgrown plaza where a trio of styracosaurs waited. White and gray stonework, remnants of paved footpaths and ornamented retaining walls, stood out starkly against the myriad greens of the jungle's growth. Light filtered down from over head, bright yet without real warmth. A small yet constant reminder of the strange, artificial world hidden under the blue waves.   ...

Flying high above Isla Kela, a black and tan trope looked out amongst the scrubland before him. The winds were calm, perfect flying weather, which the old pterosaur was thankful for. As he cut silently through the sky he spotted a dead tree along the shoreline of rainbow lake. Carefully flapping his large wings he settled upon its branched, which creaked and bowed beneath his weight.    Thankfully he wasn't as heavy as he used to be, his body now light and frail with...

"Stop or face the consequences!" A splitting cry echoed out across the jungle of Atlantis.    The quick stomps of a running creature, followed by many more signifying a chase of sorts. The culprit? A young albertoosaurus, dawning an orange and black pattern named Nasaku. The chasers? A pair of iguanodons, one black and grey by the name of Guerilla, the other a white feathered coat called Agnus.    "I didn't do anything!" The alberto yelped, th...

The armour pieces and components rattled in their makeshift bundle as Embargo and Deerlegs raced away from the treasury. If the green flecks of light and few blue-tinted glowing quills along Embargo’s spine weren’t a dead giveaway of their retreat, the sounds of the armour pieces clanking together would be. Deerlegs glanced over her shoulder, Embargo still following just behind her, to see Mischief standing in the...

“We give you shelter, we give you food, we give you protection - and this is how you repay us?” Talos lowed. “Thievery?” His silhouette was sharp and jagged in the doorway, false moonlight glinting off his helm and almost seeming to make his pale feathers glow. Short bone spikes on the wrap around his tail made the slow swing of his hammer especially threatening....