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Waking up—alone, cold, afraid—Monster remembered nothing but his name. The bitter sting of the cold biting at his skin even as Monster buried himself in the nest he’d woken in. The hatchling had no memory of his parents or even siblings- if he had any. He could remember being given a name, it had been whispered to him long before he’d gained sight, a soft and gentle voice had uttered it to him countless times.   Sticks crackled beneath heavy feet, footsteps growing clos...

“Bulrush.” A voice called, fuzzy and distant.   “Bulrush, Bulrush wake up.” It repeated.   Bulrush growled, throwing his tail tip over his snout. Just a few more minutes, he wanted to hiss but his words failed him.   “Bulrush, wake up. It’s almost the afternoon already!” The voice was insistent, a cold talon poking at his side.   Bulrush reluctantly opened his eyes with a hiss, dazedly lifting his head to look at the pa...

Vanuatu—a murky green-colored Atopo—swam through the underwater tunnels swiftly, diving left and right to avoid hitting jagged rocks face first. In his mouth, he held a collection of corals and other ocean plant life. A gift, he had prepared it in advance! This time of year was special, every time the snow came around Vanuatu would gather up items he thought were pretty and give them out to whoever he could find. It was a tradition of his by now, and he always enjoyed how those receiving ...

It was a chilly winter day, the sun just beginning to set on the horizon and painting the sky with vibrant yellows and soft oranges, almost appearing like a sea of gold. Most would stay tucked away beneath some form of shelter or in a nest during these kinds of days- however, today was a special day. A day of giving and quality time. Mocker had been preparing for weeks now, picking out the perfect gifts and who to give them to. He trotted along the old man-made trail toward the beach, the win...

Parties and games were popular this time of year, with many young dinosaurs often coming together to celebrate the arrival of fall’s crops with games such as apple bobbing. This year would mark Jacari’s first-ever fall, she was keen on making the best of the season with what time she had. Determined to show her friends a good time, she had organized a game of apple bobbing for them to partake in while the adults were away. The three juvenile Cryolophosaurus trotted along the gravel path l...

Rusted metal creaked beneath Kavik’s feet, her nails clicking along the flooring. She could hear the waves crashing against the back of the old ship, flooding some of the lower levels. Half of the ship was broken or missing completely, having crashed long before Kavik had even been born. It was a beautiful evening, the sun beginning to set and painting the sky a blend of reds, pinks, and oranges. It was a perfect evening for exploring and investigating the rumors she’d heard about the old...

Cujo grimaced as mud stuck to his dark blue feathers, the swamp was his least favorite place to be. It was a cold and foggy night, the swamp water soaking his feathers as he trudged on. He’d gotten lost during one of his nightly hunts, having taken a wrong turn. Now, he roamed the swamp, in hopes of perhaps finding something of interest to at least make his rather unpleasant exploration worth it. He would’ve liked to be home hours ago, safe and warm within the bioluminescent caves that he...