Bridgette

71

Living her whole life on a island called the terminus a strange land where dinosaurs and humans coexist, for the most part. She lives in the southwestern region called "The crags" a mountainous region with tall redwood trees where various different species of flying dinosaurs come to roost and hunt with the Ei'rna tribe of skilled flyers and breeders cultivating eggs for trade with the Hozo tribe of the Dunes a hearty group of hunters who trade heavily in chitin and a sticky paste that cements when dry, and the Sumana tribe of the meadows in the southeastern region, a mellow group of horse and sheep breeders who's mutton is almost essential for taming carnivores.

Cicilly Randos

15

Life on this strange island has been rough, the strange implant in your forearm was a vague reminder of the day you suddenly came to be on a beach of a strange island filled with life thought not possible, fueled by your instinct to survive, chasing after dodos with a stick. Those were the days. Ever since you left the beach it's been hell, days spent hiding from the raptors and larger carnivores, spearing for coelacanths in the rivers, eating and sleeping in trees to get away from the pesky troodons and their venomous bite. Slogging your way through the jungles you come to a cliff that overlooks a expanse of endless meadows, like a ocean of grass, the blades swaying in the wind was mesmerizing, a person on a large horse catches your attention as you watch them herd a flock of sheep. It wasn't until you felt it breathing on your hair, slowly you look up at a pair of curious yellow eyes of a raptor much larger than any you've ever seen as it towers over you, you freeze thinking this is it for you, the raptor just stares at you with a mischievous glint in its eyes as it pushes you over the cliff. Not what you expected Was the last thought through your mind as a tree broke your fall, feeling like you've struck every branch on the way down landing with a loud thump as the thick grasses broke your fall, the last lights of consciousness fades as the last thing you see is the raptor looking down at you with its jaws open, head bobbing up and down, was it...laughing? You didn't have time to think as your head slumps back as darkness takes you. You hear the baa's of sheep in the distance and a blast of hot hair hits your face, you shake your head trying to get away from the large pair of fuzzy horse lips smacking your face as you open your eyes to stare at the muzzle of the largest brown horse you ever seen, shocked you look up to see a woman, daintily perched on a saddle her airy white dress swayed in the breeze, she holsters her marksmen pistol into the saddle.

Ezra Nau'ka

2

Light floods your consciousness, feeling the oppressive heat you open you eyes and look around to view a small oasis, Maganeura's zipped about, small pale feathered archaeopteryx glided from palm tree to palm tree. Your wrist itched scratching as it you feel a glassy surface of a diamond shaped implant, not knowing who you are, having no memory or what or even why as one powerful instinct takes over. Survive. Things were going great, the Maganeura's were easy to hunt, tasty, especially after you learned that striking a stone against another orange colored stone made sparks, fire and cooking came easy. The archaeopteryx were friendly...enough to only nip at you at occasion, berries were available too, often snacking on them from time to time, not the black ones though, life was great, simple and easy until everything went silent. You heard the clicking, grabbing your spear you watch from its direction as a impossibly large mantis, standing at over 9 feel tall, it's antenna flicked about as its large eyes lock unto you, as it suddenly throws itself at you, its scythe like telsons raised at the ready as it strikes, raising your spear in a attempt to block the attack the mantids jagged telson broke it like a twig. Panic floods your body as you begin to run into the desert, a hopeless stretch of sand and dunes. It was relentless. You lost track of how long you were running, dodging and ducking the mantis as it never stopped it's unslaught, it's lunges always kept it right behind you, a mistep sent you barreling down a crescent of a dune, shaking the sand from your eyes, ears and nose you can feel it, the mantis loomed over you as you close your eyes, this is it. A roar broke the instance as you open your eyes to see a massive, striped cat using it's jaws to pin the mantis to the sand as it flailed and hissed, the big cat wore a saddle as it's rider, adorned in a white airy robe raised their rifle and quickly quieted the giant insect.