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4771: Kallista +-

                It was an odd thing to have family that supported different sides of a movement. Apocrypha knew that everyone would view Atlantis and her queen with a wide spectrum of ideas and opinions on the matter. Especially as the order had come for people to head back up to the islands and start planting more seeds and tending to the plants that would soon sprout.                 She and Kallista had spent most of the morning tending to their garden....

                The three had been more than a little surprised when they had found out the small ceremony that night at the feast hadn’t been the actual thing. News had quickly been spread around the islanders that had chosen to stay and serve Queen Rhys that they were to be honored properly a full week after the feast had happened.                 Word had gone out via Oviraptor, the messengers running from group to group as the islanders worked on att...

                Kallista could only stare, horrified, up at Apocrypha.                 The Albertosaur’s expression was blank as she stared ahead at the Queen of Atlantis. The cheers and roar of glee and sheer rage had already fallen into a muted numbness around her. This was unlike when the denizens of Alpha Labs were unleashed upon the islands. The news was not what she was expecting.                 It wasn’t what any of the to...

                As soon as they were called out, Apocrypha tiled her head while Kallista shifted her weight from wing-arm to wing-arm nervously.                 “I am Apocrypha, and this is Kallista. We are here with Frankie. We received an invitation to be here from Sela.” The Albertosaur said, and gave a small bow of her head, Kallista following suit. Frankie watched the pair and just frowned, knowing full well the small show of subservience would on...

                “Promise you won’t say anything weird. The Court doesn’t seem like the type that would enjoy talk of spirits and talking trees.” Kallista asked and gave a look up at Apocrypha.                 The Albertosaur smiled, amused at the look of actual concern on the Trope’s face, and gave a soft nod, “I promise. I’ll let you do the talking.”                 Frankie followed behind the two as they walked. The ...

                Their time in Atlantis was interesting to say the absolute least. Apocrypha had been amazed at how much plant life there was down there, and how some of it even seemed to be hunting dinosaurs. It had unnerved Kallista, though Apocrypha figured that was mostly because it made it hard to the Trope to fly around. She could if she absolutely wanted to, but she then wouldn’t be able to see Frankie and Apocrypha.                 After spending ...

                “Bring Franklin with you. He’s a clown, that’ll be your ticket in. Lockjaw can show you the way to Atlantis.”                 The words from Pokie had caused Frankie to rage the rest of that night as Apocrypha, Kallista, and their two adopted Utaraptor children ate with Lockjaw and Pokie. After weeks of attempting to win over favor from the oviraptors, their hard work had finally paid off. Pokie had come to dinner and had informed t...

                “I don’t think she’s coming back.”                 Apocrypha frowned at the words Kallista spoke.                 Before the pair of dinos were various fruits and a small amount of fish, laid out carefully on banana leaves to keep the food clean and free of dirt. They had been told to meet Pokie back in that same spot they’d met her originally in two days time, and time was up. If she was going to show up, th...

                “What kind of name is that? That’s a dumb ass name. Pokie?”                 “What mother names their child Frankie? What’s your full name, Franklin? I could see why you’d rather go by Frankie. Otherwise you sound like you’re no less than 500 years old.”                 Frankie gasped, drawing himself up and put a clawed hand over his chest as he looked at the gray and white Oviraptor female before him. ...

                Paradise stopped in his tracks, arms full of the berries that he’d hoarded from the curious trio of carnivores the previous day. He had saved most of what he’d taken from Tobias, Apocrypha, and Kallista so that he could plant them around the isles along with all the rest of the seeds he had been told to plant.                 But before him was a Utahraptor, pale yellow but with black eating away at her feathers. He quickly crouched dow...

                The feather that Kallista had brought back to Apocrypha had proven to be of some use. How, exactly, Kallista had zero idea. The Albertosaur had taken the feather and put it with others that belonged to various species, trying to feel for where it apparently belonged. But none spoke to Apocrypha, none called out that the oddly colored yellow and blue feather was their sister or brother.                 The feather was alone.     �...

                The Shimmering Cove. Home to beautiful rocks, her son and daughter, and apparently odd creatures that looked sort of like the local shopkeeper.                 Kallista had heard about the sightings of the odd creatures from Frankie first and had been quick to dismiss what he’d said to her at first. The raptor had always been excitable to some degree, and very much over the top. If he had been fighting an ant it would’ve turned into how...

                Spring had come like a freight train with no breaks at full speed through winter. There had been no gradual build to the warmer days, the greener grass, the days of rain. It had, instead, been snowing one day and then the next day all the snow had melted and the sun was beating down on the isle. Which is what had brought Eos and Snowbird down to the sparse forest that butted up against the ocean.                 The mountains were still too...

 “Not to rush you or anything. But the eggs are hatching.” Apocrypha tilted her head up when she heard the statement. The black and gold Tropeo gliding down and spoke just as she was about to land on the back of the much larger Albertosaurus. Apocrypha’s eyes widened, heart racing at the news as she looked back down at the fresh kill she’d been feeding off of....

“We didn’t need them anyway! We’re fine on our own. We still have the moms, too! And! You have me, and I’ve got you. So they don’t matter.” Frankie snarled back at Clerk, baring his teeth as they made the trip back through the forest and to the farm where Apocrypha and Kalli had hatched him and his sister. Cleric was trailing after him, her tail drooping and her head down slightly.     ...

Frankie had never been one to worry about his sister too much. Cleric was strong willed, she was hatched that way. She didn’t mind being on her own, and oftentimes when they had been younger she preferred to figure things out on her own and barely asked for help. And of course there were times Frankie would help her without being asked, and other times where he’d make a big deal out of it to get a rise out of her. The pair were thick as thieves even now as adolescents. But ever sin...