Dododex
ARK: Survival Evolved & Ascended Companion
War in the Mountains
Chapter Two: A Warrior’s Regret
(Pyro POV)
The Raptori hold didn’t last long after the Demon fell. Hundreds of wyverns rained, decimating our numbers and forcing we raptors to pull back into the bunker far neath the main tunnels. Many eggs were crushed, young slain, elders felled. I knew there was truly one thing we could do. ‘Clawlock! Wolf! Scorchling! Talon! After me! We’re taking the fight to the Demons!’ I called, knowing, even if we failed, that we’d sure the Overseer take a couple of Demons with us. Talon nodded, the look in his eyes clear as day; he wanted a fight. (Here’s a description of Clawlock, Scorchling, Wolf, and Talon.
Clawlock: A red-black male raptor with eerie yellow eyes. One of the best hunters.
Scorchling: An ash-colored female raptor, with, like her brother, yellow eyes. She is an excellent fighter.
Wolf: A silver male raptor with dark blue eyes. He’s mute, but has an excellent sense of smell.
Talon: A dark green raptor, blind in one of his gray eyes but still a good fighter. I hope that clears up my need to put descriptions on everyone).
As quietly as possible, I moved a rock away from a secret exit. ‘After me, raptors.’ I said, instinctively dropping into a hunting crawl. Wolf darted ahead of me. Out of all of the Imperium raptors, Wolf was likely the best at tracking. ‘We’re going into the belly of the beast, I suppose.’ Scorchling said (And yes, I meant to spell it ScorchLING. Not Scorching). ‘Yep. No doubt about it. Of course, we will die.’ Talon said grimly. I sighed in annoyance. ‘Can you please quit being a pessimist?’ I said. We continued on, the tunnel above our heads faintly shaking from the weight of many wyverns. Finally, we reached the end. Wolf slid a talon under the rock, flipping it over. I climbed out first, then Clawlock, then Talon, and finally Wolf. Scorchling stayed in to make sure no one crept up behind us. Leaping sideways, I narrowly dodged a sudden blast of wyvern fire. ‘INTRUDERS!’ the wyvern screeched. As quickly as they could, Clawlock and Talon lunged at the wyvern, one on each wing. Wolf padded calmly up to the wyvern.
And then I heard something shocking.
Wolf began to speak in Wyrmish, the ancient tongue of the Wyverns. After a few moments, the wyvern nodded. ‘So, you raptors are willing to stand down?’ it asked. Wolf shook his head, a, well, wolfish grin on his face. The Demon was now annoyed. It smacked Wolf aside, tilted its wings backward to knock off Talon and Clawlock, and I stood alone against a Demon almost twice the size of the one that I had faced before.
-Ranger