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6040: Ghostlight

Blight wasn’t sure how far his adopted sire was getting with Alaric, or if the blinded Acro was even playing his cards yet to try and figure out where Ghast was. Whenever the cursed colored Acro passed by the pair, they were idly watching those around them and talking amongst each other. It was always something speciest. Once he heard Alaric speaking about how small and useless Albertosaur arms were. Another time Blight passed by to go tend to another Iguanodon he had heard Hunter talking s...

Beautiful. At its heart, the dome built up from the ocean floor populated by lethal life and sealed away for so long was beautiful. Vibrant, lush greenery filled most of the dome, consuming that which the humans had left behind. Most of the buildings were almost swallowed entirely, invisible unless you knew where to look. What plants weren’t green were other brilliant hues ins...

“Where are we going?” If Deerlegs weren’t so exhausted, her voice would be filled with annoyance. As it was, her tone was as still as flat as her disheveled feather crests, which plainly displayed both her fatigue and her irritation at their situation. She helped Embargo along, nudging him and guiding him when he stumbled and lost his footing. If they were in Highcliff, he would have been told to stay in a cave ...

Ghostlight plucked the feathers from the large bird she was preparing to be dined on. Every movement was careful and precise as she delicately set them aside in a small pile. Meticulous. She simply didn’t enjoy the prickle of feather quills on her gums, so she cleaned the carcass as well as she could. Though it was intended for someone else, she would ultimately be the one to pick the meat from the carcass. Anyone w...