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6212: Maol

Why did Blackwell ever bother going out today? He could’ve just ignored that stupid plant and left it for the rest of the island to figure out while he relaxed at home. But no, now he was begrudgingly following behind Bowie—one of the island’s new visitors—who seemed fine being completely oblivious to everything around him. They were currently on their way back to where Blackwell had previously left Maol, in hopes that the older oviraptor would take this kid with him and out of...

The night was cool and still, but the air trembled with unease and tension. New plants had been sprouting up across the island, and they were not little plants- tangled vines, growing unbelievably fast and making anything that ate it ill. Snapping plants with jaws and venom, plants that grew bigger and bigger as the days passed. It was a state of emergency, and rumors had flew fast. Rumors that said the cause of all this grief was a new dinosaur species- ovirapt...

The day was pleasant and warm, the perfect day for lazing about. This peace was quick to be broken by raucous Tapajara chattering. “Mac! Mac! Have you heard? Have you seen? The Oviraptors!” An excitable grey Tapejara squawked, poking at the yellow Tapejara draped over tree branches beside her. Another tan Tapejara was perched to his other side, nudging him awake as well. ...

Blackwell could never catch a break.  Just when we thought his life had settled down, something had to stir it all up again. That something was a grotesque looking plant that was growing at the Grand Arch. There were whispers about dangerous plants popping up around the island, but Blackwell hadn’t believed it until now. The next day, Blackwell had asked around about the odd plants he spotted at the Grand Arch. A few helpful parasaurs informed him that some new dinos...