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Mako’s morning was as boring as it usually was. He made a few laps of his territory, finding no one in his remote corner of the sea and settling back down in the shallows to spend the rest of his day grazing. Monotonous, dull, uneventful, just the way he liked it. He had spent enough of his life being tossed from place to place, conflict to conflict, he had earned his solitude with years of suffering. His scars tingled as he recalled their origins but quickly ...

The long rays of dawn spilled into the streets of the main urban area of Isla Kela. While most of the island was gradually coming to life as the sun rose, the city remained still, save for the rustling of the plants in the breeze. The plant life of the island had made a valiant effort to swallow the concrete in their years of abandonment but the structures of man had been built to last. Still there was enough cover to create dappled spots of light in the alleywa...

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...

Spring took a long time to reach the highlands and Brook still had no idea what was coming his way.  He had managed to lose his mother from his line of sight and now he had no one to shadow and learn from. She had demanded that her offspring disperse from the nest weeks ago but he had been following her in secret to try and see how an adult survived in land like this. With her gone he had no real sense of direction and found himself descending from the highland...

Fresh to life, emerging in the watery slush of a fading winter, Drift was experiencing spring for the first time. Life was already tumultuous so far, hatching in an empty nest, avoiding half-starved adults and trying to scrape enough food together to fill her small belly. As the weather grew warmer the snow she had grown accustomed to was vanishing to reveal a brown-ish carpet of plants, weedy and deprived from the thick white blanket that had covered them. Drif...