Activity Artwork

It was early morning, the birds were singing, the sun had climbed the endless sky. Clouds shyed from the rays of the sun. The open planes were rather quiet. Ruffling could be heard bellow, in the open planes with rolling hills. Shuffling out of a shallow den, climbed a long legged carnivore. Slowly getting out, the large bistre brown Carnotaurus lifted her head. The sun shining in rays through her crests on her head, suddenly, with a violent shake. Her feathers spread out and flopped about wi...

The first time he’d walked towards her neck of the ashlands, Cavill stood out against the burnt woodlands. His feathers matched the dried grasses of the moors, though less windblown and much more put together. He looked as if he took great care of them–not a feather out of place, hardly any scars to blemish such a complexion. Pitch took greater notice to his eyes–so vibrant, as though they captured the sea itself within. The female therizinosaurus lingered...

Little Big Bertha had been prowling the woods for a while now. Her stomach growled, and she had to find something to eat soon. The large Acrocanthosaurus, even for just a juvenile, had heavy footsteps. Her tail swayed, and her feathers brushed against the wind. Lifting her head up, she opened her jaws, like she had seen a critter do in the past. Attempting to get a smell on the wind. After a couple of moments, she caught wind of someth...