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6729: Queen Rhys

 Honor Guard (Continuation of my Chapter 2 Lit.) Gatcha’s mind stirred as he gently woke.  He could smell the damp, earthy air and feel the soft moss and grass...

Sweet scents flooded the clearing, the sticky sweetness of fruits and nectar which had never before touched the mouths of the strange Islanders. Alpine crawled cautiously over a fallen log, blue eyes locked on the clearing and observing the mass of bustling iguanodons. Their hulking forms were pristine and perfect with nicely groomed scales and finely preened feathers… They were beautiful, almost startling so. In the center of the mass Alpine could see her in ...

Today, Whittaker has learned that there are countless methods to crafting primitive glues. He'd never considered much on the art, as unrefined saps and animal tissues have always served just fine for crafting and whatnot, but a job such as mending the bio-dome which allowed Atlantis to thrive required more.. heavy duty materials.It goes without saying that joining arms with the Iguanodon court has been a rather difficult adjustment. They differ greatly from hi...

The Gauntlet was by far the most famous coming of age ritual known to all Atlanteans. Usually reserved for the bravest of Iguanodon adolescents, it was technically open to all species when it came time to choose what way they wanted to earn their place in the court. Generally, Ovis and Euoplos found other ways to make themselves useless and earned their warpaint that way, leaving the grandstanding and pageantry to the biggest species among them. For Lego and Arg...

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...

“Are you three enjoying your stay?” The royal guard, Selena, was back at their room in the guest house, her tone soft despite her many quills and spikes. “Very!” Hummingbird was in the middle of having her feathers preened by a pair of monkeys. A larger group was giving Fainel a well-deserved massage, and Macaw was taking a nap—imagine that!—on a nearby tower of pillows. “I am happy to hear that. And I’m very sorry to interrupt, but I ha...

“It’s so pretty…” Eira’s voice was quiet in Doe’s ear, words whispered softly under the layers of rumbles and chatter which filled their surroundings with a dense layer of noise.The throne room before them was indeed beautiful, golden light filtering through cracked stained glass. The stained glass formed figures she didn’t recognize, strange creatures which stood on hindlegs. Some sported wings which spr...