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An egg lay in a shallow nest of dirt and grasses, caressed on each side by the soft flowering heads of foxtail millet as the evening winds battered it to and fro. A little life stirs within the egg, listening and watching through the shell the world it will soon join. A tremor came first, strong, unsettling, rippling through the shell of the egg over and over again. The sound was deafening, like thunder, though no light came through, a cacophony of sound unknown following closely from ...

The night had passed more eventfully than she had ever expected it to, perhaps more eventfully than she had ever had. Interacting with other species was something she had not done but in passing, so it was all new experience for Clay. New, and tiring experience, of course, as the styracosaurus had grown weary of watching the beaches and all of the fuss, so much so that she had began to dooze off on the beach, falling asleep next to the cryolophosaurus before the night had even crested the mid...

The last light rays of the day began to flicker out and die, drowned beyond the many waves of the distant, unending waters. Everything in the forest began to prepare to rest, and among them a styracosaurus female of earthy tones. She dug into the ground, clearing the itchy branches as she weaved the leaves and vines around her for support and warmth, clearly looking forward to a good night's rest. Her beak clicked, her head shook, and her crest took with it many small branches that only seeme...