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6530: Soraya

Herring couldn’t have been happier to see the sunrise, or well, what looked to be the sun that is. The sun rose into the sky yet the sky was shattered in some places. A chunk was missing, showing darkness beyond, only for something to go by. What was that? Was the sky falling apart? This place just made no sense at all. Where was this place? Perhaps this place was underground, but why would there be something on the outside then? Maybe...

Morning on the island of Pera was always a time to be welcomed. The sun coming over the horizon lit up the scorched ashlands and shone light into the darkest corners where unknown dangers stalked overnight. Morning on Pera was like a long sigh of relief after eight hours of holding your breath. The three Styras lined up at the edge of the coast shuffled idly as the waves pushed and pulled against the beach. Now they had more daylight; they had fallen out of thei...

Ghost is terrified. It’s… Unusual. He’s so used to going about his life with dulled senses and emotions, meandering through the islands wherever his feet took him. But since the islands had begun changing, the variety of visions he experienced at night had become pinpointed on one incident, one group, and he was drawn towards it.   It’d started with the small creatures that looked like him, but smaller...

Kaiwi did his best to hide his sidelong glances at the Styra waiting next to him, but he couldn't imagine he was being too subtle. He was convinced he knew her from somewhere, though perhaps it was the uncanny likeness to Zeus, dimorph and all, that was throwing him off. He was standing in line with her, awaiting further instructions from an Iguanodon before being allowed to proceed with the planting of the islands. Though it was under less than ideal circumstan...

“But what do you have for us? You walk in here blindly in a pack and expect to just be allowed wherever you want to go? I’m not sure where you came from, but your sharp teeth mean nothing here.”                 Relic glanced over at Blight as Guerilla, the gray and black Iguanodon before them, said with a wicked smirk. The three other Iguanodons around him laughed at the sheer thought. The audacity of the two Acros and the single Carno!       ...

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...