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There was one thing Salt always enjoyed about the beach, the seaside sand and stone; It was consistent. The waves no matter what, always crashed against the shore, and he had yet to see anything that was different than what he was used to. It was a welcome change from any sojourners he took to go and hunt, explore, or investigate the world around him. The Tropeognathus as it sat now, simply sunning on the warm, gray rocks near one of the cliffs that overlooked t...

Reaching Atlantis had been a hassle, the large shape of the suchomimus struggling to pass through the bulk of the jungle of the dome. Typhon’s guide even more of a problem, flighty and anxious- which she had every right to be- he had essentially threatened the little oviraptor into leading him down here. The suchomimus giving his whole body a shake to try and dislodge some thorny, brambled vines that clung to his hide. The gesture making the oviraptor, his pol...

Boneice stumbled through the thick jungle. The vines here were very thick and some curled with thorns protruding. The icey, sunspotted Oviraptor was leading another fellow companion through the thick jungle, Cactus. “Come on, spikey head! Don't you wanna see this dome?” She taunted playfully.    It had been a long walk to reach this dome, a long slog ...

The trudge through the sea tunnels was dark and damp, led by one of the oviraptors who’d come from below after much negotiation and arguing. The act having taken a few hours and various tactics to coax one of the creatures into agreeing. The scent of salt and rust coming from water that leaked from between cracks in the walls and piping of the dark space as the three Anteosaurs followed behind their guide making the snout of one of the Anteosaurs- Loki specifi...

The occurrence of the strange new flora that had begun to sprout across the Kiama Islands was strange, and something every dinosaur on the islands noticed. The talk spreading even between herbivores and carnivores who would in most cases usually not interact so freely, or with so little caution. But these new plants were a problem. A nuisance in some cases, a hazard in others. Vines that tangled and consumed massive swathes of the average food of the local herbi...

It was a rare day on the Kiama Islands that Buidhe stayed up late, or in this case, woke up in the night. A restlessness the massive dinosaur rarely felt rolling through his bones and flesh like a rumbling vibration. The sauropod usually slow and sluggish due to his size, hauling his massive weight to his feet from his sleeping spot, sheltered by sparse trees on the barren plain of the Kela Highlands. The grass which would be a vibrant green in the daylight less...

The newcomers to the islands had made things tense, strange, wrought… and troublesome. But despite that everything seemed fine at first glance. That is until you stepped in the wrong spot. The newcomers, strange flitting little creatures called Oviraptors had brought with them strange new plants, seeds scattering everywhere producing weird blooms that were noxious, painful, and in some cases even toxic all together depending on what you walked into first. Firs...

With the return of the strange… creatures to the islands. (Blaith hesitated to call them dinosaurs.) There had been whispers of where these new dinosaurs had come from. The small, strange creatures causing trouble by bringing strange new plant life with them, some of which had even begun to overgrow the Dead City that Blaith called home. These new plants, toxic and strange making it difficult for her aerie to hunt as they normally would, or build suitable nest...