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The dawn broke softly over the Isles, twins nestled between a vast aquamarine sea. Gentle waves lapped at the golden sands of the beaches, where crabs scuttled and sea turtles nested under the watchful gaze of the morning sun. Above the shoreline, the air was alive with the calls of seabirds and the steady crashing of the waves on the sandy shores. Airborne, just high enough to evade rocky spires jutting out of the ocean aside the sharp shore cliffside, Orchid d...

The salty breeze carried with it the cries of distant seabirds as Orchid soared over the sparkling expanse of the ocean. The sun was high, sprinkling the waves below in bright light and glitter. At these heights, overlooking the shores unbothered and free, he liked to believe he was a master of the skies and seas even just momentarily. Angling toward the shallows where the ocean floor rose to meet the reef below. These shallows were teeming with life. Schools of silvery fish darted thr...

Lyra skipped over flowering hillsides, inspecting the unfamiliar flora of the highlands. The sun was high and bright, promising good weather and lifting the pachy’s mood in an instant. One would think the nearby peaks of the island’s volcanoes would spread some of its warmth over neighbouring hillsides, but the higher altitude still made her feathers bristle with the cold air brushing against her coat. “Pay attention, Lyra,” the herd’s elder had said that morning before her d...

Cozy has had enough of her herd. Simply and straight up. The parasaurolophus was still just a little, fluffy, pink thing beside the massive parasaurs next to her, but her contrasting personality has already been shining through. Headstrong and confident- and she knows it well. All the coddling, all the shallow remarks of just how soft and innocent she looks has gone on her nerves for a while now, and no matter how much she barks back and insists to be treated with respect, the adults d...

As the colder season spread over the islands, the landscape turned golden brown. Even as trees undress and grasses go to sleep, there is an abundance of crops accessible to all. Luckily so, as this is the time for most to feast and fatten up before the first icy winds sweep over the lands and bring snow and harsher weather. For Raze that task is the same. As used as he is to eat leftover carrion and scrappy critters, staying fed throughout the winter will pose a challenge if he doesn�...

The dry and dusty landscapes definitely weren’t Rixx’s favourite terrain. Reliable sources of water are near non-existent and the only food of interest to him are either dead, dry, far too bitter shrubs or spiny, thorned succulents- neither being to his taste. Rather not even mention the hardy and headstrong predators that seem to feel more than comfortable in these jagged and dry climates. Even if he insists he isn’t made for this terrain, the dusty brown styraco blends into thi...

Splish, splash! The humid marshes are oddly perfect to run and jump around for a certain pachy. With muddied feather coat Lyra runs through cattails and long grasses, wades through puddles and knee-deep stagnant waters. She does not fear these swamps, and she sees no reason why she should! She doesn’t quite get why dinos rather avoid this place. Is it because it’s dirty...

What was it the odd chicken wanted? Oh, right, trash. Mute should’ve eaten him when she had the chance, but the absence of the reputable shopkeeper would likely bring her far more trouble than she would be bothered with. The leggy oviraptor practically jumped her earlier- far too trusting she won’t take a bite out of that luscious plummage of his- and just babbled and rambled on unbothered that he’d need materials and what not. Something, something, he wanted her to do som...

Paddle mulls it over one more time. The peculiar Oviraptor, a feathery fella of a kind she hasn’t seen before, insisted for her to swim deep and far into submerged cave systems to find trinkets and curiosities for his shop. He babbled on as he told of his profession as a merchant, what kinds of things he sold and traded and bartered away. His plans to expand and how wonderful it would be to get a few helpful claws, wings and webbed feet involved in his pursuit. It was just a l...