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6868: Chlorophyll

Somewhere on the coast of the Kiama Isles Apis and Chlorophyll stood in the sand staring out to the open water. Chlorophyll was squinting, determined as he scanned the horizon for any sign of a disturbance. Humors had floated through the trees, so many that it caught his attention- and then he saw the first oviraptor. That was when he knew he needed to know more, so he asked, and he asked, and he asked...

The jungles of Atlantis were such a beautiful place. The plants located here were like no other on top the surface. Some were deadly and poisonous, bearing sharp thorns and tangling vines. Others were more subtle, releasing spores to daze and intoxicate their enemies. Still, others were more friendly, able to be used for healing or to fight of illnesses. Chlorophyll had never felt so at home before- the jungle welcomed here, the Atlantans shared much of her mind...

The court had been… decent hosts. Or at least, that was the nicest thing Apis could call them. She had been less than thrilled with the treatment she had gotten so far- shoved in a cage, interroaged by giant herbivores and much smaller ones with armor, and then shoved out this gate on a mission to gather rare herbs. The cryolophosaurus grumped, nosing at the bag strapped to her hip. Her two other companions seemed less than thrilled- a green utahraptor with sh...