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ARK: Survival Evolved & Ascended Companion

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Toasters, arise. Anyways, here’s the next chapter of Claws & Sand.

Claws & Sand

Chapter I: Phobos

The Deinoraptors shuffled towards a Human camp, their bones reflecting the orange glow of fires.

A screech called out from the leading Deinoraptor, and the other four launched forth. ‘For the Risen!’ the demons cried, in the Voice of Man. The villagers grabbed spears and hatchets, most children running away in fear. A Deinoraptor stepped towards a small boy, intending to kill. ‘No…leave the child alone.’ the Risen One hissed, appearing behind the other skeletal beast. ‘I mean no disrespect, Lord, but why? There’s-‘. The Risen cut off the skeleton by cutting off its head. ‘No reason to let him live, I assume? Well, other than the fact I said so. And I speak for the Quiet One.’ The Risen stared at the fallen skull, its glowing purple eyes beginning to literally burn through the fleshless head. It turned towards the child, tilting its head in curiosity. ‘Who are you, little one?’ The Sand Devil questioned. ‘I’m called Rockwell, demon.’ The youngling replied boldly. ‘A demon, you call me?’ The Risen One stared blankly at the child, its dark, yet glowing, purple eyes sparking blood-red for a second before returning. ‘An interesting description, young human. Now run off before I lose my patience, will you?’ The once-called Dustdevil continued. The boy lunged over, grabbing a spear, and launched it at the Quiet’s Host. ‘Idiot.’ The beast slashed one claw forward, leaving a slash across the kid’s face. The child proceeded to grab another spear and attempt to stab the Risen’s eyes. With a single flick of it’s tail, the boy was thrown across the camp, which now burned from the invincible, skeletal demons who ran through it. ‘Perhaps…I would have spared you…. Not…anymore.’ The Risen whispered. The young one ran as fast as his small legs could carry him. The Risen sighed in annoyance. ‘T’was looking for a human apprentice. Perhaps I should have been less threatening.’ Dustdevil spoke not…

The Quiet did. The Deinoraptors, riddled with spears and arrows, stood behind the Risen. ‘The Men of this village are dead or scattered, Lord.’ They spoke as one. The Risen’s eyes glowed when annoyed. Its eyes were practically small purple stars. ‘Scattered? I…said kill…them.’ The Risen slashed its claws through the nearest Deinraptors’ spine. Then, it left, trailing smoke blacker than night, every footstep turning the sand to glass.

-Ranger