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The ashlands were bare and hollow and surprisingly cold. The only source of the heat was the occasional pools of red-hot liquid, or “sun’s blood” as Solstice called it. Foliage was rare, with most trees dead and hollow and ground plants almost non-existent. Very few creatures lived in the ashlands- for the most part it was just small creatures who were able to survive on much less. Carnivores were rare, especially dinosaurs- the lands were too empty and to...

It was a perfect day. The weather was beautiful, warm but not hot on both feathers and scales. There was a slight breeze, enough to feel good against scales but not enough to ruffle feathers. The air was clean and fresh, the slight scent of salt coming in from the nearby sea. In the distance loud seagull cries filled the air, muffled by the sound of ruffling leaves in the forest. It was peaceful. It was perfect.   ...

The sky over the island was slowly darkening, but not quite near night yet. Birdsong was still active but becoming more and more rare as they settled into their nests to sleep through the night. Herbivores across the island were slowing down more and more, starting to retreat to their sleeping places and the night crept closer and closer. However, danger was lurking in the growing shadows.   Emerging from thei...

The loud sound of leathery flapping wings filled the air, the shadows from the two Tropeognathus casting shadows down on the trio below. Egret squinted up at them with a scowl on his face, shaking his short feathers out. Beside him Trico was nudging Hoarfrost onwards, the hatchling complaining but going along with it. “Are we almost there yet?” Egret called up to Daybreak and Inkblotch, scowling when he got no response. Typical. The pair of flyers had been l...

Early dawn was like the loud ringing of an alarm to many creatures across the pair of islands. The sunbeams curled down from the sky, nudging sleeping creatures awake with its gentle warmth. All across the islands creatures stirred, birds stretching their wings and taking flight to spread their song across the islands.   Hidden in their burrow, three very big, flightless birds stirred. Opening up bright eyes, ...

A storm was brewing. Silver could smell it in the air, the fresh tingle of ozone that forecame what was to come. Agitated, he lashed his feathery tail around before looking back onto the den where his friend and his son rested. Their den was well hidden, on the edge of a forest and carved underneath a rocky outcliff to create a warm, if cramped burrow. He scowled lowly, before crawling back into the den. “A storm is coming.” He murmured lowly. Comet lifted h...

Sirius surveyed the area around him with a critical eye. Tall walls of stone rose up around him and his pack, trapping them and feeling like the walls of a cage. Piles of rubble and strange materials littered the floor every few steps, the scent worse than one of a rotting carcass. His father had told him that his place was known as a “city”, somewhere that had been created by humans. While they might have vanished, the remains of their rule was left behind ...

The moon was bright and high in the sky before Sirius got a chance to sneak away from his packs den. Carefully he inched past his father and Silver, checking every other step that they were still asleep. It only took a few minutes for him to finally escape the den, but even those few seconds felt like a lifetime. Soon Sirius was running across the forest, following a path he knew by heart as he made his way to their meeting place.   ...