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5772: Marsh

Beak to the ground, Marsh pushed his head forwards, gouging a groove into the soil as he moved along. Having left the Atlantean dome, the green Styracosaurus was hard at work on another task- helping to plant seeds. Skittering along behind him, Vee lowered her head to inspect the earth, the green and black Oviraptor ruffling her feathers slightly.   And, walking along beside them, tall and imposing, wasâ€...

Heavy footsteps thudded into the soft earth, followed by a pair of smaller, skittering ones- gangly, feathered forms following behind a bulkier, more cumbersome dinosaur, using his crest to push the undergrowth aside as he continued along. Marsh wasn’t a native of Atlantis- far from it, in fact. The green-scaled Styracosaurus stood out like a sore thumb amongst the typical inhabitants of the dome, unable to avoid the suspicious, passing glances of any crowds as h...