Own Character Favorites

The sedentary lifestyle of incubating eggs was beginning to wear thin for Ophelia. The rest of the clutch was already being miniature menaces around the lake, chasing waterfowl with their tiny tails paddling furiously behind them. But this one, this solitary silent egg, still waited in the nest. She could feel movement when she pressed the end of her snout into it and she had taken to gently rocking it to try and encourage it to hatch. There was a chick in there...

A final jab with his snout sent sunlight flooding into the eyes of the fresh hatchling. He brought his forelimbs up to his face, shielding his vision from the blinding rays and tried to retreat back into his egg. The hollow casing rocked backwards, tipping over and causing the Suchomimus to spill out of its protective embrace. He lay stunned for a minute, looking up into the blue sky that swam through the grey buildings. The clouds drifted across their azure exp...

The first time he’d walked towards her neck of the ashlands, Cavill stood out against the burnt woodlands. His feathers matched the dried grasses of the moors, though less windblown and much more put together. He looked as if he took great care of them–not a feather out of place, hardly any scars to blemish such a complexion. Pitch took greater notice to his eyes–so vibrant, as though they captured the sea itself within. The female therizinosaurus lingered...