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There was said to be a monster living in the swamps of Isla Kela, something that looks like a Suchomimus. It sports spikes down its dorsal, concentrated in its head area, shoulder, rump and the tip of its tail. The monster is black, with bright green crossing bars down the length of its underside. There are grey sock markings on the legs with a black oryx wrapping around them, and digits tipped with pale green spots and black claws. Its eyes are red, the mouth i...

“Okay children, gather around, gather around. “    Nerodia was starting to learn that some days trying to get a bunch of hatchlings together for some ground schooling was a lot like as the Humans would say- herding cats. The bright red-pink Tropeonathus had her entire body and wings covered in banding, with a flower petal-like midline running along. She, too, was one of the cats by just existing as a  ha...

Venango had never seen such a beautiful Suchomimus before in his life… The young adult male had heard from word of mouth that a new face had shown up in his neck of the woods, and now here he was looking at this new face from a ridgeline. She was a massive Suchomimus, as red as a pool of blood with a ragged and bright rose colored roset...

“Did you find anything yet?”    “Find any-what yet?”    “Presents. “    “Yeah, actually! I think. “ Gemini popped his head up from behind the sandy bank. The merle Anteosaurus looked across the way, clenched in his teeth was the ribbon of a square shaped present, wrapped up in metallic s...

It was cold out and that was completely to be expected.    With the winter season up on them the weather had quickly declined and brought in snow against the shores and the higher elevations of Isla Pera.  For some it made traveling and doing simple everyday chores simply unbearable. Even those at Steelwater had to make do, maintenance rising up as the cold spray left ice building up on their home, making it...

It is a cool, wet, winter day in the heart of Bushdog Pack territory. At the height of the Winter Solstice the sun has set several hours ago, yet some of the pack members remain outside basking in a warm glow. The Anteos have spent days, weeks, maybe months leading up until this night, collecting up driftwood, dry brush, and other flammable objects from their territory. Cleaning up the beaches. Building a large sort of pile. Now that pile burned as a bonfire, ba...

Well, Fitz didn't want to be here.    The striped, brown raptor wasn't searching for Mary out of his desire for some semblance of self preservation and yet here he was standing just outside a massive mansion. His feathers clung to him and the wind blew sharp, he could barely see the building through the dense, heavy rain. He had been caught in a bad thunderstorm, the clouds dark and heavy over him and the rain drowning everything around it. His only saving grace was ...

Phobos should not be here.    The Albertosaurus was large, full of muscle, armed with sharp teeth, and he should not be there.    The theropod was standing on shore, staring down the hulk of the shipwreck in front of him. It was a massive wreck, used to be something called a cruise ship? A Ferry? Something like that. He was familiar with man-made structures but this monster of metal was something else. This ship had grounded just off of Isla P...