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It wasn’t commonly known, but Pitch had a small secret: She had a raging sweet tooth.    The female therizinosaurus was privy to flowers, berries, fruits and the sweetest stems within the undergrowth. She’d never admit it if asked, and always attempted to not get caught indulging–too many sweets and she’d get a stomach ache, and if her father caught her complaining about it, he’d give her a look of ...

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...

All across the isles, the cold bite of winter had the wildlife in various forms of frosty moods. While some creatures hunkered down for the cold front in cozy dens, others roamed far and wide in search of any fun to be had. In the case of a small trio of raptors, the dromaeosaurs explored every nook and cranny of the frozen wastelands and winter wonderlands. Trees were weighed down by the collection of ice across their limbs and leaves; bushes hardly moved in th...

If there was one thing White-Fang knew, it was that the cold made his bones ache and he preferred to stay sheltered during the winter months. He only truly left the labs for meals and to stretch his legs. He didn’t get around much, rarely met new beings and hardly ever wandered far from home. When it came time for his stomach to rumble loud enough, White-Fang rose to his feet and stretched his jaws with a wide yawn. The low temperatures outdoors did little to ...

It was just one of those days.   The cold weather had been persistent; a bone-deep discomfort accompanied the winds that battered the isles during winter. Swaying branches and wind-whipped leaves made quite the ruckus in the woodlands, and the sounds disturbed the otherwise peaceful little hollow that Celeste had made into a home. The burrow must’ve been used by a bear at some point, with how the walls were ...

There was a reason that Amphisbaena made the difficult journey to Isla Kela so long ago. He left behind both friends and family on Isla Pera to flee from the horrors of Doomsday–and he originally had no plans of returning, until the loneliness he found on the sister isle settled into his core and depressed his moods. The weather was certainly no help, either, as the cold did its best to work its way under his dense feathers and chill the acrocanthosaurus’s s...

The weather hadn’t been too great over the past few days, and the cryolophosaurus pair was delighted for the break in the clouds. The ocean breeze was warmer on their side of the island, providing for a more comfortable stroll along the beaches than one through the fields. Crashing waves and the sound of gulls numbed their minds, distracting Bulrush and Mocker from more pressing matters, such as the impending storm that loomed on the distant horizon. Mocker sl...

After a successful delivery of the first gift of their journey, Pumpkin, Carpet, and Pitch set out from Antares’ cavern to find their next victim of joy: Biscuit, a young therizinosaurus in the northern savannahs of Isla Pera. When Pitch agreed, she hadn’t truly thought about just how much she’d be walking, or the uphill battle from Antares’ to where Biscuit made her home. Pumpkin and Carpet scouted ahead, ultimately deciding that the highlands would be ...

And thus, the plan was enacted and in full swing. Pumpkin and Carpet had successfully roped Pitch into their shenanigans. Soon, all of their friends would have some sort of trinket to bring them cheer in the cold solitude of winter. If it could’ve been possible to bait all of their friends together, the two fliers would’ve–however, Pumpkin and Carpet both agreed that seeing their friends squabble over who got the better gift might not be as fun: jealousy d...

Carpet and Pumpkin had been working hard. With ruffled feathers and exhausted wings, the two got into as much trouble as two little birds possibly could. Whether it was Carpet doing a silly dance to distract the very angry bird of prey while Pumpkin yanked out a feather and flew for her life to escape sharp claws, or Pumpkin dive-bombing the angry cervid while Carpet hauled off ...