Adventure

Even from a distance the red hot magma is hot against her face and Snowbird squints, shielding her pale eyes from the distant glow. She sees herself, mimicked in the red emblazoned on her side, rolling down her scales like the remnants of an angered volcano. And yet, she is calm, quiet...determined. Her search had brought her here, to the volcano, though it seemed to be fruitless. Truthfully, Snowbird wasn't sure who or what she was looking for. They had helped her...

Petrichor couldn't help but stop and stare at the deep green canopy overhead as she walked in Callahan's headstrong wake. Isla Kela had been a distant memory for the smooth raptor, not particularly unpleasant but far enough away that she was uncertain about any welcome home reception she would receive. Her feet trod the forest ground like clockwork, like she had done it a thousand times before, and she probably had done at some point. Callahan was still the one ...

His green eyes squinted as he pushed past the foliage, surprised at the blast from the sun that had greeted his intrusion. The little Styracosaurus had gotten so used to the safe coverage of foliage that he had not realized just how hot the open sun felt. The wide leaves brushed against his back as he stepped into the sand, jerking his furthest foot back upon feeling the gritty texture underneath his feet. Turbo bent his legs, leaning for a closer look at the ti...

Dahlia tried her best to not trip over while walking in the sand, being bipedal suddenly didn’t feel like much of an advantage as she felt like she was sinking in quicker than the two others. “Ey, wait up!” She said in a hoarse tone, trying to catch her breath. Ahead of her Ant was walking, having a much easier time walking in the sand but still having to get used to a new way of keeping balance for every step. ...

Nightingale always had a curiosity to her life. Now that she was an adult, she felt more confident and comfortable with her life. She was able to do things her own way and figure out things that worked best for herself.One of Nightingale’s favorite things to do was be near the water, or even in the water. There was just something about water she was drawn to. Quite strange, really. Being a Cryolophosaurus, water was the least of their interests. At least, from how her parents ra...