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Sergeant paced between the rundown bus stop and the long-empty jewellery shop across the street, shaking his head. He stopped occasionally, pursing his lips, opening his mouth before closing it again with a breath, and continuing his tight circle on the old asphalt. This is the most agitated Saskia has seen him in a while. She sat beneath the rusted panel of the bus stop’s roof with her snout following his restless walk back and forth. They hadn’t exchanged a word since she reporte...

AberrantKapro | Wesker, Smelt Wesker, a brown, bald utahraptor whose midline was black, made his way across the sandy dunes. Next to him was another utah, a crested female by the name of Smelt. She was also brown with a toasty caramel coloured midline and outline.  While they weren't exactly close, they did occasionally meet up to hang out, as acquaintances do. ...

Another howl ran through the forest and spilled out as an eerie echo over the glade. The first one alone had Cozy’s feathers bristling and her nerves on edge. She might be fully grown now, but her encounter with one ferocious wolf in her youth was enough to burn that memory into her mind. Horrid growls, piercing eyes, and snapping teeth. More hollow voices join the canine...

The sun hung high, and the rim of the islands was once again flooded with summer heat. Shallow waves lapped at the sandy shores, and seafowl circled up ahead, squawking and yelling, ready to harass any unfortunate soul for even a scrap of food. For any land-locked fools, noon wasn’t the time to play at the beach. The sand was scorching hot thanks to the sun’s brutal rays, and there wasn’t anything worth risking burning their feet besides reaching the refre...

Saskia wandered on now-familiar roads and slinked between narrow alleyways of the abandoned cityscapes. Passing the skeletal frames of an old bus stop with its informational signs rendered unintelligible by rust and decay, she gave it little attention in her slow walk. You could hardly call it patrolling as Sergeant ordered her to, but more like a lazy, absent-minded stroll. She wouldn’t have it any other way. It’...

The air was dry, and the sun held high over Isla Kela. From the rim of the crater, the scene ahead looked stunning and paradoxically beautiful. The lake appears to be a wide mirror that sits in a shallow dish, reflecting the sky in an onslaught of swirling colours, its image sprinkled with masses of white and pink. From a distance, the smell of acid and death doesn’t reach far enough to warn those planning on journeying through. The closer one got, the more apparent it was that this ...

The ground had turned soft. The sludgy, cling-to-your-legs kind of soft from winter’s end, only aided by recent beaver activity, flooding previously dry lands. Rain had helped, and the sun had followed, baking the surface enough to crack open dried streambeds and forests alike. Where once the world had been frozen and brittle, now it crumbled beneath claws with satisfying give. Gwenn was already halfway buried. Dirt flew behind her in wide sprays, her thick forelimbs shovelling throu...

With lazy clouds drifting across flawless blue skies, the spring warmth draped over the Isles like a blanket. Flora, previously wilted and frozen, awoke from their slumber with overgrown stalks, new green leaves and an abundance of fragile petals. The season had turned, and the islands transformed with erupting colours in a sea of blooms wherever they could reach and grow. The cold season is no more, as announced by the onslaught of vibrant visuals and the sweet...

None of the waterways made any sense ever since the weather got warmer and all the frost thawed. The landscape on the isles morphed with new lakes and redirected rivers as diligent beavers worked hard on their construction plans for this spring. Blink scanned the terrain below while she made her circles in the air. The new paths the river cut through the earth weren’t much of a problem, not to flyers, although it st...

Pterosaurs circled on the heated columns of air, ever watching the scene below with chatter and chirps. Steam rose from the bubbling hot springs below and twisted through the frosty air in wispy ribbons. These pools were a sanctuary for many animals who seeked warmth for wary bones and a cure against frozen limbs. This was a place of relaxation as carnivores and herbivores shared the space in a mutual truce. Today, however, tranquility was in short supply, as Taima, a particularly ill-...

In the deep of winter Toraki decided it was time to show her daughter her place of birth, despite knowing well how dangerous and strange the underground ruins were. Avati was always eager to listen to her stories, but she was ever so the little sceptic in the family. While her other children took their own paths as they grew independant, the youngest of the clutch stayed at her heels, curious to listen and learn. Now Avati was old enough that Toraki wanted to offer her the proof she seeked so...

The wind howled through the icy landscape, carrying stinging shards of snow that bit into the skin of any creature caught in its gales. Everything in sight was obscured by a thick veil of mist and layers of snow. Sergeant, a fully grown cryolophosaurus with a striking green cape of colour complementing his otherwise black and dark grey coat, trudged through the blizzard with heavy steps. His feathers and thick skin shielded ...

The crisp air of the cold season clung to the mountain sides of the isles. The wind carried a sharp bite that made even the hardiest dinosaurs seek shelter as it gnawed at their bones. Snow covered the ground in one flowing sheet like a glittering blanket, and frost coated the bare branches of trees. Even in this frigid climate, one corner of the isles, where an active volcano kept the air, pleasant warmth bubbled up from beneath the earth, transforming the landscape into a steaming oasis....

The storm had raged on the isles for three days straight. Relentless and unyielding. Blinding snow has whipped through the air, driven by furious winds howling over the landscape. With temperatures plunged and held at a low point, the landscape froze over in a thick coat of ice and snow, and drove animals to the deepest ends of their shelters. Deep in the bowels of a crumbling warehouse, half-buried in the masses of snow, Moose, a particularly displeased Carnotaurus, paced restlessly. ...

The sky was heavy with low, gray clouds as Mute trudged through the frozen brush of snowed-over forestland, her breath leaving fading trails in the chill air. The sound of snow crunching beneath her clawed feet was swallowed by the icy wind whistling across the tundra. Mute’s dull red eyes scanned the white world, but today she wasn’t hunting or seeking victims. With her mind preoccupied, her jaws clamped tightly around an odd assortment of items usually no use to her: frozen berries, dri...