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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 ...

Two silhouettes have been serenely seen side by side along the seashore of the Kela coast. The sun hadn’t even risen yet, giving the atmosphere some purple undertones and oddly cold vibes. Only a few seashells were scattered on the yet untouched sand. The air was fresh and quiet, as if critters were still asleep. Only the two of them were calmly stepping on the pristine sand from the previous tide.Crepin and Flurry were slowly walking in silence. Until....

The night was cool and still, but the air trembled with unease and tension. New plants had been sprouting up across the island, and they were not little plants- tangled vines, growing unbelievably fast and making anything that ate it ill. Snapping plants with jaws and venom, plants that grew bigger and bigger as the days passed. It was a state of emergency, and rumors had flew fast. Rumors that said the cause of all this grief was a new dinosaur species- ovirapt...

A large green shape emerged from the mist, walking carefully on hoven feet while careful not to crush the strange plants under her feet.    Mintee lowered her beak to the ground, gently sniffing at a strange, sweet smelling plant only to recoil back as it snapped at her face like a cornered rat. Angrily the parasaur smashed her hoof down on it, before looking back at the ground. Large footprints, like a chick...

The air was thick and warm today over the island, the sun sleepily creeping up over the horizon and spreading warm light over all those below. The world came alive with mornings light- nocturnal creatures hiding away, as the diurnal ones awoke from their slumber and rose to greet the dawn. Birdsong filled the air, the early spring air meaning that it was the time for courtship for their kind. Males of many species, practicing their songs, pairs building nests, e...

Ignis flapped his wings, rapidly beating them in order to gain altitude in the air as his harsh gaze scorched the land below as fiercely as fire. Somewhere nearby, there was an oviraptor. He had been following the tracks for hours now, and the trail was getting fresher and fresher. It was almost time.   By his side were two much larger flyers, tropeognathus. While normally Ignis preferred to fly solo, the stra...