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It was the cold season- the few months of the year when the usually tropical islands would be blanketed in snow and frost. The cold was smothering, burying plants and animals alike beneath its white hide and oftentimes swallowing herds whole in its howling winds. It was no longer safe to stay out in the open, so the Equinox had to move into deeper forest. Hyperion had led the way into the deeper forest from the front of the small herd, occasionally turning aroun...

Cold weather was rare on the islands where dinosaurus now lived. Usually it was tropical and warm, especially on the volcanic islands. However, occasionally the weather would dip and bring in a wave of cold that was unnatural and spoke of past meddling in the environment. Even when gone, humans have left scars on the very skies.   Biting wind and snow fell across the islands, the violent snowstorm coming with ...

Verdant sighed to himself as he curled closer to Cosmos in their temporary den. His feathers were soft against his mate’s scaly hide, pressing together in the little nest they had set up. Said nest was fairly pathetic, just random foliage thrown together into the simple shape of a nest, but for them it was perfect. The pair had been traveling across the island for months now, only staying in each area for a few days before moving on again. They had traveled ac...

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...