Courtships

There was said to be a monster living in the swamps of Isla Kela, something that looks like a Suchomimus. It sports spikes down its dorsal, concentrated in its head area, shoulder, rump and the tip of its tail. The monster is black, with bright green crossing bars down the length of its underside. There are grey sock markings on the legs with a black oryx wrapping around them, and digits tipped with pale green spots and black claws. Its eyes are red, the mouth i...

The life of an acrocanthosaurus was a very lonely one. Even back before the event of Doomsday, where all acrocanthosaurus alive were trapped within one building, it was still not very friendly. (In fact, one could even call it the opposite of that: cannibalism was not uncommon.) And now that the massive predators were freed from the walls of the abandoned laboratory, it was even rarer for two strange acrocanthosaurus to bump into each other on their journey thro...

The way the leaves danced overhead, the shadows should be shifting on the ground. They didn’t just sway with the wind, they writhed. Curling, coiling, clawing. Grasping for Fable as she tried to get away. No matter how fast she ran, she couldn’t escape. She wasn’t getting any further from it. If anything, the shadow was getting closer. ...

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...