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A trio of fliers rest on the wing of a suspended plane, watching the noise and movement below.  The largest, a brown and tan tropeognathus named Morrow, tilts her head.  “I’d kind of like to try that apple bobbing game,” she comments. “We’re here to report, not for fun,” Alula, the gray and red tapejara, corrects.  “Bird’s eye view, remember?” “We’v...

Doe stood on her tip toes to scan the crowd in search of a conspicuous grey Aristo while the green Alberto at her side did the same with noticeably less fervour. The floor was full of plane-themed games and the actual exhibits blocked her eyeline too, large planes and pieces of their fuselage covered in signs and flashing lights. “She's only little, how much trouble could she get in?” The Alberto asked, yawning an...

The festival was like nothing Felix had ever encountered before, especially during this time of the year. Usually the depths of winter were a miserable time, only made bearable by retreating to the thicker, more tropical forests. This winter has been especially harsh- Felix had even considered trying to retreat to the Atlantean dome to wait it out, but doubted they were in a good mood- most of the plants they had brought up were unable to survive the cold, only ...

Rime followed close behind her mate as they trailed through the once grand halls, left abandoned and forgotten by their creators along with the rest of their world. But tonight, the walls long dead were alive once more with the sound of laughter and stomping feet, trampling their way through the world in joyous partying that clashed with the outside world. It was a far cry from the alpha labs, despite the similarities; two abandoned buildings full of death and b...