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Long, winding tunnels had led her to the dense jungle under the water, following the reversed tracks of little Oviraptor claws all the way to their entrance. The structure was visibly human, their metal slabs were everywhere and nothing in this dome smelled natural, not even the plants. At the very least, she assumed it was a dome, the little she could see of the ceiling had curved gently upwards, implying some kind of rounded shape to the structure. The humidit...

"You see this?" Quil asked her companion, her head twitching as she tried to contemplate the sight in front of her. "I can't see much," Cherry reminded her patiently, trying her best to keep up. "What are we looking at?" Quil put an arm around Cherry's shoulders and gently turned her to face the direction she was looking. "Can you see that big white building, it's half sunk...

Living with a full functional pack left little for the hatchlings to worry about. With time, they grew into strong young juveniles on a steady diet provided to them by the adults, all the while learning to hunt themselves. Sooner than they realised, they were joining in on hunts and helping to feed the next generation of strays that Peaches swore she wouldn't take in.  Bigger and bolder, they could hold their own in most fights and were now capable of holding t...

Hatching solo wasn't uncommon on the Kiama Isles; a lot of eggs simply rolled away from the nest, were stolen or were rescued from ravaged areas by good samaritans. The important thing for a lone hatchling was to find your place in the world as fast as possible. For most hatchlings, this meant finding a group to stay safe in, to find someone slower than you that could take the fall if you ran into trouble if you were uncharitable and someone to trust with your l...

The grass of the savanna was the ideal height to hide a Utahraptor hatchling, and Tiramisu used it to his full advantage. His hatch site had been lonely, just him and the discarded remnants of his egg, no siblings, no parents, just him breaking out into a depression in the dirt. It didn't even look like a proper nest, just like an afterthought to put an egg in to stop it rolling away. He wondered if he was so uncared for that whoever had left him there hadn't ex...

The dark streets of the Dead City were filled with life at night. Everything from the fireflies to the Albertosauruses were out and about, making the city a bustling hub even after sunset. Some areas were unspoken truce zones, the market place where the Craftsmaster set up the stall was one of them. The other was a large stretch of greenery, plants weaving around old rusted metal structures, some that moved and some that were fixed rigidly to the ground with som...

Tiramisu was sulking. He would deny it until his final breath if pressed but he was truly in a sulky mood, dragging his feet along behind his packmates. He had little sway in the group when the girls agreed on something, and he really had no choice but to cave to democracy and follow them. The last time he had tried to strike out on his own he got bullied by an older raptor and his prey had slipped easily from his claws. Ignoring the fact entirely that his ‘pr...

The Oviraptor had relented eventually and revealed himself to be quite verbose. The bribe had loosened his tongue somewhat but the group of herbivores weren't getting answers they wanted. He danced around the subject of the plants with the practiced ease of a duplicitous clan leader. Eventually, the misty forest began to thin out and the wide open grasslands stretched out before them. Sagittarius took a deep breath in the clear night air before gesturing at the ...