Status:

4605: Boba

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...