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The small, stone-coloured tropeo bounded precariously close to the edge of the cliff. She had been strengthening her wings for months against the winds that rose off the surface of the ocean and carried salty sea-spray up to their nest, and now it was finally time. It had to be. “Come on,...

“Come away from the edge, pebble,” came her mother’s soft voice. There was the faintest note of concern to her tone. If her hatchling fell, they would most certainly be able to pick her up in their beaks and bring her back - it would just be a matter of whether or not her tiny hatchling body survived the fall. The stony coloured...

When Deerlegs was old enough and sure-footed enough, large enough to not be blown off the edge of the cliffs by the slightest of sea breezes, that was when the real challenges of living on the cliff face made themselves known. She had been taught the basics of herd life by her parents - descriptions of the rough division of labour amo...

Fractures spread like cracking earth over the surface of a lovingly cared for eggshell. The break in the surface was not a thing of grief, but a moment of joy - finally, the day of their hatching was here. Deerlegs, and her two siblings, would wake to the safety and comfort of a small, but growing herd of pachycephalosaurs that called the side of the cliff home. The fresh-hatched pachy rapidly took deep breaths, filli...

Faster. Heavy footfalls tossed loose pebbles into the air with every frantic step as sharp claws raked over the slope of the mountainside. Faster. Hooves sent stones clattering down the face of the mountain with every break-neck turn and leap, desperate to get away and escape the jaw...

Wisp wandered through the open woodland, utterly carefree in his adventure. His mother was still sleeping and he did not want to wake her up - they had already had lots of fun playing today, “wrestling” (she easily pinned him with just her muzzle, while he was so small that he couldn’t even make her foot budge) and playing tag and hide and seek, so he decided to find his o...

Fable raked her gaze across the sea of dinosaurs that she was semi-reluctantly wading amongst. This was not exactly her idea of a fun time, not with so many others present (certainly not with so many carnotaurus present), but as soon as Salmon and Charter had caught wind of the festival… she k...

Amaryllis straightened her neck and held her head up high, looking out over the metal bird-like structures to observe the festivities with bright, glittering warmth in her eyes to see everyone having such a nice time. And it was a nice time! She was so glad that after the events with the Atlanteans, and she had heard such dreadful things about what happened in the land-below-the...

The festival was a lively, curious, cheerful atmosphere with fascinating displays that had been in place long before the archipelago residents came to show off their skills or set up games for the islanders to play. It was loud, with laughter and joy filling the air as dinosaurs conversed amongst themselves, cheered for victors of the various games that were littered throughout one wing of the museum, and gasped in awe at some of the more daring displays of tale...

“June, this is amazing!” Flycatcher chirped. Her feather crest raised excitedly as she spoke, and there was a bounce in her step as she walked. It felt like every direction they turned, there was something more to see - because there was. Once they had made it past the food vendors outside (the cooked meat that they were serving was strange, but it really was delicious), the...

The mood was noticeably lower than it had been among the small family as they slowly explored the busy, crowded halls of the museum. Petrichor was irritated and frustrated at Tobias and Ghostlight for sticking their muzzles where they did not belong and giving Callahan false hope, Callahan was painfully lost in thought as she blankly searched the crowds for a familiar face, and Tar was left… wondering. His heart hurt. ...

Word count: 2320 Kas Felix laughed raucously as he swooped through the air, a skewered fish held fast in his beak. A worthy prize for only the best and… definitely one of the most arrogant tapejaras on the island, particularly given his size. The cryo that he’d swiped it from wasn’t entirely pleased with him - he’d heard the shouts as he flew away - but it wasn’t anything more than a ...

Fade roamed through the halls of the museum, trying to not bump shoulders too many times with the other dinosaurs that had come to see what this “festival” was all about. He was not… incredibly impressed just yet, but it was something. Outside of the occasional winter gatherings, this seemed like the most dinosaurs he had heard of being in one place without bloodshed or vi...

There were so many sights, sounds, and scents around the museum that it was almost overwhelming, all layering on top of one another. Past, present, future. They were walking the same paths that humans had walked hundreds of thousands of times but instead of coming purely to bear witness to and learn about the events of the past, the islanders were here for something entirely new. Twisting, intermingling, tangling together in a way that might never have happened,...

The museum was filled with life - which was not something classically said about most museums, let alone this one which lay almost empty for most of the year, occupied by little else but bones, dust, and ghosts. Now it was so full that it was difficult to walk through without bumping into someone, which was inconvenient for Matriarch, who was more or less stuck on the ground for...

“Let’s go - we’re going to miss it!” Tar teased his moms. Well. He teased Callahan, he still was not sure how much Petrichor actually liked him versus simply tolerated him because she loved Callahan. She was warming up to him though. Slowly. Petrichor snorted. “The sun has hardly gone down past the horizon and the stars neve...

Freedom… That was what emerging from the underground meant. The herd had learned that an exit had opened when islanders started to trickle into the facility in search of the source of the anteos and apparent oddities that had flooded the island when the anteos poured out. The visitors had been kind enough to tell them stories of what lay beyond, encouraging them to leave. It was still hard to believe that there coul...