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6946: Roseate

Roseate huffed slowly to himself as he navigated the crowded halls of the museum, scanning the strange, long abandoned human site before him with little wonder and much annoyance. This festival was something unusual, for sure- a strange gathering of creatures of all species; mammal, reptile, sky and land, herbivore and carnivore. Even so, tensions seemed shockingly low. Hunter and hunted passed each other with nary a glance, the peace certainly helped by the free snacks of game and herbs to s...

The feeling of wet clay under Roseate's claws never got old. He scooped another clawful up the bank and pulled it towards the pit he had designated as his nest site. It was far enough away from the river to avoid the flooding typical of the season, worth it obviously but he did wish for a shorter journey to and from the riverbank. As the mud began to dry quickly in the brisk spring air, he hurried to pack it tightly in a circle around the pit. As he sidled aroun...

Adolescence, the burgeoning emergence of hormones and increased appetites and the sudden change in how others perceive you. Roseate had been a ghost for most of his youth, slipping between different territories and not making waves wherever he decided to hunt. He had noticed now that when he encountered the owners of these territories now they were less likely to just let him walk by unchallenged. As he grew close to his full size and his dimorphic markings had ...

Food was hard to come by when you were a turkey sized carnivore with the caloric intake of a large family of bears. Roseate was barely taller than the savannah grass he roamed in but still had to seek his own food to nourish his growing body, lest he be struck by the rickets! Or something of the sort, the craftsmaster had been at the tail end of a lengthy rant at that point and Roseate had been tuning him out for a while. Still,the point remained salient, no foo...