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Chamomile had wandered out from the safety of her den in search of the tastiest and juiciest wild berries. They were her favorite, after all. However, bush after bush that she found had been picked clean, a few stray berries splattered at the base. And so her rumbling stomach led her further and further out of the comfortable area she called her home. Finally a fresh bush full to the brim of large berries came into view, however it was just inside an old decaying...

Even from a distance the red hot magma is hot against her face and Snowbird squints, shielding her pale eyes from the distant glow. She sees herself, mimicked in the red emblazoned on her side, rolling down her scales like the remnants of an angered volcano. And yet, she is calm, quiet...determined. Her search had brought her here, to the volcano, though it seemed to be fruitless. Truthfully, Snowbird wasn't sure who or what she was looking for. They had helped her...

Life had been relatively kind to Maahes since his hatching. He'd found the remains of a city and made the second floor of the dilapidated building his home base for a time. The nearby woods had provided food and clean water, and as far as he could tell it was an ideal hunting grounds for a dinosaur such as himself. However, Maahes was growing bigger and bigger every day. The floor of his home groaned beneath every step he took, beginning to splinter and break fro...

Acorn opened his eyes just as the morning sun began to peek over the distant mountains. His found family, Ivy and Borealis, were still sleeping peacefully on a bed of the softest leaves they could find. Which Acorn thought was quite a feat considering how orange and crunchy the leaves were. He hoped they'd turn green again soon! These didn't taste as good, and he much preferred juicy green leaves and delicious berries over what clung to the branches and grew in t...

Despite the previous night's autumnal chill, the morning sun was warm on Maahes' back. He blinked away the sleepiness and stretched his short arms out in front of him as he pulled himself to his clawed feet. The dilapidated building he'd spent the night in lacked a roof but he was still small enough that the heavy structure did not creak beneath his every step. Maahes walked carefully toward the edge of the floor and peered down at the streets below. The road, on...

The morning had started fine. The air was crisp and dry, the trees were orange. Just as it had been for the last few months. The forest was nearly quiet as Gourd made her way through the trees. The low hum of her vibrating throat and the crunching of leaves beneath her clawed feet the only warning that she was making her way toward her favorite drinking spot. It was a small creek that wound it's way through the forest and the water was always pleasantly cool, but not too cold. The best part...

It was cold. Snow blanketed the destroyed city, coating what was left of civilization in a pale sheen. It was almost picturesque, postcard worthy, at least from a distance. There was a strange lump in the middle of one of the streets. The snow almost seemed to glow with fire from the inside, despite it not melting away. Snow began to fall lightly again and the lump remained where it was, seemingly unbothered. However as it shifted from snow to hail it began to tw...