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The tunnels beneath the islands were, as you would imagine, damp. Mary shuddered as she pushed through the humid air, shaking her feathers out as they curled even more than usual. The tunnels were man made, made of strong steel and metal that were somehow strong enough to beat back the strong water pressure of the ocean. The parasaur huffed as she scraped at the metal. Behind her, Mintee let out a low groan which was quickly mimicked by Oboe as she miserably cro...

The mission was not a new one, Mary knew as she led her small team across the rushing river. Water tugged and pulled at her feathers like sharp teeth, but she was far too large now to be pushed down by a relatively shallow river.    Above her in the sky Oboe flapped, black and white wings giving her the ability to completely skip the challenge of making her way through the river. Even then the tapejara seemed...

Deep in the thickest forests of the prehistoric ridden islands was a clear blue pond. Water drained down from a nearby mountain, spiraling downwards in a long waterfall that cast its water into the crevice below. This water hole had become a favorite spot for many over the years, its peaceful location serving as some sort of neutral grounds between the creatures who inhabited the forest. Here, anyone could drink peacefully.    ...

The sun was rising on the islands when Apis sleepily stirred from her thrown together nest of shrubbery. Unlike many others of her kind, she spent her time out in the vast grasslands of the hidden islands. Apis had a strikingly yellow hide- abandoned by her birth pack as soon as she hatched, she had been forced to lurk out a living on her own in a hostile environment. Much too bright for the shadows of the forest, she found a home in the rippling yellow grass....

A trio of flying dinosaurs- tapejara- soar over the ruins of a human settlement, searching for the mysterious ‘oviraptor’ dinosaurs that they've heard other dinosaurs talk about. Bassoon, a dark feathered tapejara with bright white markings along his face, leads the way. Teacup, a sandy brown shaggy tapejara with blue markings along his wings and face follow...

The tunnels beneath the sea were restricting, and it felt to Ikkuno like the walls were closing in on him at all times. The dark wasn’t an issue – actually, he rather liked the dark and found some sense of comfort in it. Mostly … it was the cold. The feeling of a chill nipping at his toes, the cold water of the sea above them and occasionally dripping down onto him, it threatened to fling his mind to the past, to dislodge memories he tried so hard to bury....

The jungle was hot, hot beyond anything that Bassoon had felt before. The overgrown foliage trapped the heat beneath the trees, and the massive amounts of water that came from them being underwater made the air extremely humid. Humid heat was the worst, the tapejara was quickly learning. Panting, the flyer let himself collapse in the cool mud with a groan. While far from cold, it was warmer than the actual jungle was.    ...

The path through the strange tunnels had been long and terrifying. While there had been little to no danger inside the human-made tunnels, the ocean so close above them was even more terrifying. To Bassoon, a tapejara, it was a terrible experience. Being both underground and underwater were two things he thought impossible, yet here they were. Worse yet the area was cramped- barely large enough for an acrocanthosaurus to make their way through. However, the ligh...

The tunnels were horrible. Ignis did not consider it an exaggeration, or a lie, or anything else. They were one of the worst things he had ever encountered on the islands. They were cramped, and musty, and the airflow was horrible. The three flyers were struggling to even fly down it, and had resorted to walking at one point as the dead air pushed against their wings.   Ebon and Jay were ironically much better...

This place was unnatural. A crime against nature, a prison to all those who lived within it. Thats what the twins thought, and their tapejara companion couldn't help but agree with them. Just to get down they had to slink through miles of worn down tunnels, making their way through the ocean in what was basically a narrow tube that could collapse at any moment. The two acrocanthosaurus had been almost too big to make their way through, the tunnels unhappily crea...

Finally, Their search had turned up. Long weeks of scouting through the islands, attempting to hunt down the elusive oviraptors that dodged their every attempt. Finally, the source had been found. Rumors say it was a tapejara who had finally found the location, and rumors spread like wildfire. They varied in just what happened, but all agreed on one thing; the place where the oviraptors came from was underground… and underwater.   ...

The air in this part of the island was different. Something heavy, darker, it swirled and hung above one's head like a toxic cloud. Smog and poison from years and years ago still clung to every inch of the air, and puddles of polluted water sat still in the concrete ground. Even as the rest of the island was overcome by dangerous, coiling plants, the urban jungle stayed grey. Few plants were able to grow here, and the ones that did could barely survive as it was...

The sea spray was salty and cold against the rocks, stains and erosion from countless waves creating a curved pattern on the terrain. The stone was warm yet cold at the same time, swirling water sweeping in to pull more and more of the warmth away with every cycle. Perched on the rock pile, Thresher lounged. Dark teal scales scattered with darker spots would have made him nearly invisible against the rock, but the white pattern mimicking seafoam across his body ...