Gallery

Scavar's face was covered in dirt, roots dangling loosely from his nasal horn before a swift shake discarded them, his head tipping to survey the absolute destruction that had come over this little patch of woodland. Today, he and two others had come out to truffle-hunt. It was a little treat, hard to find around here but not impossible. The issue was.. Scavar was a bit dim and had no clue just what he was looking for. When it came to his previous endeavors in the s...

Scavar's nose was buried in the sand, snuffling at a scent that had caught his attention just an hour or so ago. It was fading fast, and the headstrong bull wasn't too keen on allowing something this interesting to slip from him. His eyes narrowed, and his large form lumbered across golden sands, the shadow of the massive red rock arch stretching across the coast in the setting sun like a foreboding animal.Behind him was a trail that he'd left himself, scraping from that long nasa...

It was no surprise that Adur was going to swear her loyalty to her hatching place. The female had more than willingly taken up the mantle when Queen Rhys called upon them to repair the glass keeping the salt-grave ocean out, and the jungles within safe. The ever-expansive greenery gave way for her bulk, wrapped in hemp rope and dragging a pallet that had been stocked with adhesives crafted from the jungle's bounty. Her payload consisted of saps that had been fashioned into makeshift glues, dr...

Adur's head craned upwards, making quite the effort not to turn her attention to the little pebbles that crumbled down the path she'd been taking every time she shifted her feet. The journey she was currently on was entirely optional, something that no one was forcing her to take, but something she was doing anyway. The weather was getting colder, and all of the leaves were changing color. The best place to take all of that in was up, closer to the peaks where she could over...

The Styracosaurus in question had been hanging around the Court for a few days now, long enough to familiarize himself with their scents and the colors of certain individuals. There had been one that had caught his eye — perhaps for the naturalistic appearance he sported, sandy brown with a dull, dusty red saddle, and thick black stripes along his midsection that cut the browns and whites in half.Today, Scavar had found it in himself to approach this interesting individual, his ...