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Ghostlight plucked the feathers from the large bird she was preparing to be dined on. Every movement was careful and precise as she delicately set them aside in a small pile. Meticulous. She simply didn’t enjoy the prickle of feather quills on her gums, so she cleaned the carcass as well as she could. Though it was intended for someone else, she would ultimately be the one to pick the meat from the carcass. Anyone w...

True to his word, Lockjaw stayed with the pachys until Embargo started to recover. Whatever plants he’d mashed and smeared onto the holes in Embargo’s hide, they were working. His breathing became a little easier, his eyes started to refocus, he was starting to have feeling in his limbs again. When he started to stir - when Lockjaw was sure that he hadn’t accidentally kill...

The thin, mewling creature whose life had almost been claimed by the swamplands and animals that prowled its murky waters, knobbly trees and floating islands was no more. No more was the suchomimus pathetically thin, pleading for food and waiting for salvation on a leaf that floated on the water. Instead, Osa returned to the wetlands healthy, and considerably...

“You didn’t have to come.” Deerlegs’ feather crests were unusually flattened, framing her dome in a sleek and rather annoyed look. Embargo followed behind the taller female, stoically quiet as usual, as she wandered across the scrublands. He couldn’t really say that she was taking a direct route to their goal, because neithe...

June… was alone. Not only was she alone, but she was completely, totally, and utterly lost. She had no idea where she was. Every direction she turned looked the same as the last. The same impassable dark water laden with algae, duckweed, lilypads, horsetails, and other water plants. Twisted, gnarled trees with knobbly knees and scraggly moss beards hanging off their branches t...

It was warm. Not unseasonably so, but compared to the relatively stable temperatures in the Alpha lab, it was warm. Almost hot, though not unbearable in the shade of the tall trees in the forest just beyond the decayed, sprawling expanse of an old, abandoned city. Gloam was relatively comfortable, resting her head on the smooth nest of quills that ran along Rime’s back. A hazardous pillow, if Rime suddenly bristled about something, but Gloam was quite certain ...