Courtships

“Oh honey, I'm home,” Cassidy drawled as she pushed the garden gate open with her shoulder. She held a bright yellow sign clutched in her claws and had been keeping a tight grip on it since she had left the dusty grounds of the canyons. It was a simple triangle shape with a fun spiral snake in the middle, a perfect kitschy gift for her dear mate. Kaiwi liked all sorts of strange tat, he hung up everything she brought him from old signs to rusted chains, they took pride of place on his apa...

It had been a few months since they had gone off on their adventure outside of Atlantis. With the help of a styracosaurus named Dart, Pelt and Ruby had made their way out via a tunnel system. They did get lost a few times, but thankfully Dart had told them to look out for the signs that he had left. Cloth, plastic, and splashes of paint were dotted along his way. Sometimes it would be hanging from a tree, or just be by the base of the tree trunk. ...

Barbatus looked at the female with undisguised interest. She was undeniably striking – a veritable riot of colour, shimmering before his eyes in various shades of brown and grey. Both her head and tail were crowned with impressive plumes, reminiscent of the feathers of birds of paradise. Her colourful feathers were speckled with white freckles, similar in appearance to tiny snowflakes. The female's eyes were olive-coloured, contrasting with the grey of her muzzle. And those piercing eyes - ...

"Have you ever wanted kids?" Dexter's question startled Roswell out of her daze. She had been watching Kisse cradle the egg she had found below in the Alpha Labs and hadn't even heard him approach. "I suppose so," she said eventually, still watching her sister. Kisse had taken the decision to remove the egg from the specimen jar and its shell had seemed surprisingly healthy...

The feeling of wet clay under Roseate's claws never got old. He scooped another clawful up the bank and pulled it towards the pit he had designated as his nest site. It was far enough away from the river to avoid the flooding typical of the season, worth it obviously but he did wish for a shorter journey to and from the riverbank. As the mud began to dry quickly in the brisk spring air, he hurried to pack it tightly in a circle around the pit. As he sidled aroun...