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The sun shone high in the sky, looming over the islands and their inhabitants. The afternoon breeze was gentle, a cool brush against skin and feathers. It was a peaceful day, one full of life and warmth, a celebration of time that’d passed. On his back there was a worn saddlebag on each side of him, held together by a leather strap that seemed just about ready to fall apart. It was rather small for the size of an adult Iguanodon, but it carried a few things needed for their little excursion...

The morning air was crisp, the beginnings of sunlight painting the land in a variety of soft colors. Snow still lingered here and there across the forest floors, just barely beginning to melt and clear away. Winter had run its course, it wouldn’t be much longer before the Spring blooms began.   It was time, Viper thought to herself. The stone floor of the cave she’d slept in was… uncomfortable at best. She’d have preferred to sleep outside on the soft grass, but with ho...

“You two, over here!” A voice called, rough and irritated.   Prometheus lifted his head, turning his attention to Sunnuithë—a striped black and white Styracosaurus with a plated armor-like exoskeleton set along her spine, almost like an alligator. A flash of black, white, and purple rushed past him, just barely outside of his blind spot. Poltergeist was the sty’s name, if he recalled correctly. Poltergeist was a bit standoffish, but Prometheus didn’t mind him. The sh...

When Izara hatched into the world she was frail and nearly blind. For a long while, it was silent and cold, Izara only had the nest she’d been left in to warm and comfort her. One evening, however, her echoing calls had finally been met with a bellow in response. Stomping footsteps grew closer to her nest, and in her hazy vision, Izara could make out a figure. Much larger than her and dark brown in color, the unfamiliar dinosaur grew closer and inspected her curiously.   “H...

When Thor had hatched into the world, it’d been warm and safe, hidden in the thicket. Tucked away in a nest made of twigs, foliage, and feathers was where Thor had hatched under the golden light of the setting sun. At first, things had been perfect for the hatchling—but as the sun disappeared beneath the horizon and the breeze turned cold and biting, Thor was still alone. Hunger began to strike, clawing at his stomach as his chirped cries filled the night sky. Thor, too small and far too ...