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Dusk glowed behind the curtain of water, causing light to dance upon the surface of the rocks like glittering insects. It was beautiful. The cool stones and rushing water provided protection, not just from prying eyes, but also from the ever present humidity that permeated the biodome. It was a welcome relief to Eira who flopped into the cold stone below her and stretched her little body, basking in the welcome reprieve from the dense humidity.  ...

“You’re telling me you don’t have nannies?” Doe stared at the iguanodons before her, perplexed at such a concept. Within the herds of parasaurolophus ‘nannies’ were incredibly common, a trusted and seasoned herd members tasked with guarding the young while the parents were busy. The thought of not having such assistance despite being surrounded by herdmates didn’t ...

Cinnamon shook dust from her feathers, a cloud of grayish brown against the vibrant greens and oranges of the nature around them. The biodome was difficult to explore, heavy and dense with vegetation. Humidity weighed down soft feathers with a thick dampness, the sensation was vaguely uncomfortable but not unbearable. No, unbearable would be the claustrophobic humidity that accompanied ventures through the jungle. The way the plants threatened to reach for her legs and the heat threatened to ...

Music was a core part of parasaurolophus culture, it told their stories of generations long past. Song and music was how they explored and shared the world to those around them, from the towering trees to chirping insects. It wasn’t just music to them, it was part of them. Trumpets and bellows, the thumping of hooves against the earth. They were music. Their crests were designed for it. However… Despite all of these factors, Cinnamon found it hard t...

Salt water clung to dense feathers, weighing down her pale coat as she drug herself up through one of the pipe entryways which lined Atlantis. A low huff escaped as she paused, claws digging deep into cool soil. A pleasant contrast to the humid air of the biodome.  Aethia dipped her head back down, grabbing the cool thick manta wing in her hooked jaws and slowly hauling it up. With a final heave she drug it up onto l...

The gold tokens glimmered in the dappled sunlight, Eira sniffed them cautiously. Examining the items with great attention, deft claws carefully plucking out any of the coins which had been dented or rusted. It was disappointing really, most of the coins here and Doe had managed to find were damaged and unlikely to impress the elegant iguanodons. Feathers fluffed and smoothed as Eira lifted another coin in her beak, tossing it to the side with a loud metallic ...