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6750: Latte (He/They)

Months had passed since the trials of thorns, and Snowshoe, Larry, and Latte had grown. No longer bumbling juveniles, they were quickly growing into their adult plumage and learning to take on more and more responsibilities. Ever since they had passed the trial with flying colors they had been fast tracked through the scout course, taught what kind of plants were needed on the surface and how to plant and care for them, told them how to avoid detection from the ...

In Atlantis, every citizen had certain expectations put upon them in order to be a part of their grand society. The noble iguanodons ruled unchallenged, their large size and superior wit making them natural rulers. The spiky Euoplocephalus made perfect warriors, able to battle both the ever hungry foliage and fend off intruders. The small oviraptors, the most common of the species, were regulated to all other tasks. This usually meant acting as a servant, charge...

Growing up in Atlantis was almost like paradise- if you ignored the rot below the surface. Snowshoe had hatched to a pair of servants loyal to the newly crowned Queen, and had been presented before her as all young Atlanteans had when they were born. It was one of the oviraptors first memories- the warm eyes of the queen bowing down to meet her own, proclaiming her a “valuable addition to Atlantis”. At the time she had been much too little to know what those...