#feathersbled

heavy sniffing.

a snout popped out from between the thick trees, dappled in pitch black and bright white scales.

specter blinked once, then stuck his whole head out into the open area. something smelled good and he was hungry.

Nikolai didn't always go out cooking in the woods. But for the day, he wanted to get out of the public and have some time to himself. Feeling peckish, he set up a campfire and took out some beef skewers he had prepared before hand.

Thankfully due to his Overcoat, he could store anything in there and have time freeze, so it wouldn't go bad while stored away in his pocket dimension.

Shoving the stakes into the ground to cook, the jester kicked back and relaxed on an old stump. Movement caught his attention out of the corner of his eye. His gaze turning over to the strange creature... One that wasn't one that was really alive in this day and time.

The world was always full of wonders though...

the herd were migrating through the city, passing by the game shop in their travels to lusher, greener lands. they bowed their great heads, lapping at the large puddles that had been produced by last weeks incessant rain.

the quills on the young female's back twitched, letting out a bold bellow to the watcher- but she was not totally brave, and any movement caused her to rush behind the legs of her grazing mother.

He took care to keep a respectful distance between him and the herd, as the last thing he wanted to do was upset them. No one has been sure what to do about the sudden appearance of dinosaurs throughout the area, and the city was hardly the place for megafauna of any kind. But there was not a lot that could be done.

Yuugi had taken to observing them closely, trying to get to know them. In his own small way, he wanted to help. He had never really worked with animals before, though he did like them. There were occasions that they seemed to like him too.

He raised his hand in a friendly wave to the young triceratops, and chuckled when she went to hide. Waving to stray cats and dogs had always been something he did when they made eye contact. It seemed to have a similar effect on dinosaurs. He found a spot to sit, and stayed still.

a small flock of newly hatched dromaeosaurs climb up her legs, perch on her shoulder and preen at her hair. they recognize deep within them that she is a part of them, even in the few minutes they have been born.

their parents watch from a distance, knowing their offspring are safe, but unable to stop the instinctual wariness that comes with parenthood.

then with a hiss, a handful of rubble rolled away from one of the cavern walls to expose a hidden air pocket. a nest lay within, and while most in the group of four large eggs seemed broken and rotted, one was in perfect condition.

it was slightly smaller than a cybertronian hand, its rough shell decorated in soft hues of amber and even a faint streak of green.

a crack appeared in its surface, then spread across the entire egg.

for megatron (d16) <3

The collapse had everyone backing out of the cavern, waiting just outside to see if the entire place would fall. Elita shouting orders to stay out and typically D16 listened while Orion ran into danger but this time....something caught his optics. A small pocket in the walls and something inside. He couldn't tell what it was from where he stood so he slowly went back in, despite Elita's shouts behind him " Y-yeah I'm sorry I'll be back!" he shouted as he got closer.

" What is...that?" he mutters leaning in closer and closer, ugh the smell from the other ones was HORRIBLE! Who or what put these here? They seemed organic....but that wasn't possible...was it? Clearly it was if it was here.

" Hey....Orion! There's some weird egg looking things here!" he called back before looking over the egg that was slowly...breaking? Was it...hatching? Or did the rubble from the cave-in damage it? Regardless he gently picked the small egg up in his servo curiously looking it over. Something small laid these...

the hatchling chirped once, twice, then took his jeans between tiny teeth and tugged at the fabric like a little dog.

If you'd asked him if he'd ever believe in the supernatural, a long time ago he would have been hesitant to give his answer, but as a firm believer now and even as a messenger for Duel Spirits, never in his life had he thought he'd come across a living breathing dinosaur, or rather it come across him. The fluffy chick is no doubt of the tyrannosaurus species, is it directly the tyrant lizard or a subspecies? He can't be certain as it wasn't his level of degree, though he did know two other's who would be over the moon about this discovery. "Hey, hey. My pant's are not edible." Reaching down, he can hear the amusement from his family, their intangible gaze locked onto the tiny creature as Johan gently places a hand atop it's head to stop it from ripping his pant leg, instead he reaches towards where his lunch plate was, fetching the single piece of ham and using that to encourage them to let go of his pant leg.