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5979: 🔥Ignis🔥

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...

It was night in the jungle- night in Atlantis. Scouts and guards alike hurried inside the walls, unnerved and not willing to stay outside. There had been rumors going around of intruders from the outside, angry about the invasion of their home and willingness for revenge. Rumor had it that one member had been caught and imprisoned by the court- and while that filled some with relief, many were doubtful. Unease and mistrust had been growing in the halls of Atlant...

Ignis hissed angrily to himself as he flew through the jungle, nursing his sore wing from the almost head on collision. This horrible jungle and it’s horrible trees everywhere! He had managed to escape those horrid guards- a terrestrial creature could never hope to catch him, of course- but the resulting chase had caused him to smack his wing onto a tree. Curse this dome- a mix a land and sea and fake sky. If he had the ability to, he would destroy it now- tea...

The tunnels were horrible. Ignis did not consider it an exaggeration, or a lie, or anything else. They were one of the worst things he had ever encountered on the islands. They were cramped, and musty, and the airflow was horrible. The three flyers were struggling to even fly down it, and had resorted to walking at one point as the dead air pushed against their wings.   Ebon and Jay were ironically much better...

Ignis flapped his wings, rapidly beating them in order to gain altitude in the air as his harsh gaze scorched the land below as fiercely as fire. Somewhere nearby, there was an oviraptor. He had been following the tracks for hours now, and the trail was getting fresher and fresher. It was almost time.   By his side were two much larger flyers, tropeognathus. While normally Ignis preferred to fly solo, the stra...

With the return of the strange… creatures to the islands. (Blaith hesitated to call them dinosaurs.) There had been whispers of where these new dinosaurs had come from. The small, strange creatures causing trouble by bringing strange new plant life with them, some of which had even begun to overgrow the Dead City that Blaith called home. These new plants, toxic and strange making it difficult for her aerie to hunt as they normally would, or build suitable nest...

The skies were beautiful, this early spring day. Finally the clouds that had lingered for so long, sending cold rain and freezing winds, had cleared. The sky was a lovely shade of view, and the air currents under Bassoon’s wings were just right. Letting out a please chirp the Tapejara let himself dive, rapidly dipping in altitude as he barreled towards the ground.   Hearing a laugh beside him, Bassoon turned...

Spring was slowly starting to arrive, plants starting to uncurl from the cold and ice and reveal the returning green. Even so, snow still littered the ground in clumps, the last stubborn bit of winter clinging on. Food was still scarce even as the sky and ground warmed. A lone rabbit scurried out of its hidden and sheltered burrow, scenting the air cautiously as it scanned the ground around it for any predators. The day was still young, and the sky was still dar...