Dododex

ARK: Survival Evolved & Ascended Companion

The Apex of The Desert Day 2: The Hunt Whispers race across the plains as I travel in search of food. A Equus suddenly cuts across my path, dust flying up behind it, and I give chase. The horse gallops faster, eventually tripping on a rock and falling, sending up a dust cloud around him, and I pounce on it, sinking my fangs into his neck. He twitches and ceases to be. I tear off a chunk of him and start chewing, not liking the stringy, tough, flavorless, meat, but I can’t be picky. As I scan the horizon for more prey, a flash of metal catches my eye, and I notice a small caravan, returning from a long hunting trip, rich with meat, close to me. I also notice a small, black cat staring at the body pile, preparing to pounce on his target. Growling softly, I look back at the pile, pick my target, which is a nice, fat, juicy pig, and pounce. As soon as I land on the net, someone yells and throws a spear at me, but misses. I swipe my talons across the net, cutting it, and as I continue cutting another spear is thrown at me, hits, and explodes, sending me flying into a rock. I attempt to stand up, but pain flares up my right leg, forcing me back down. Whimpering quietly, I check it for injuries, but quickly regret it, because the bone is partially sticking out, broken, meaning I can’t walk. Dragging myself behind the rock, I listen to the raging fight, silently cursing myself, and suddenly the black cat is right next to me, crouched, staring at me. I scoff and growl, “What do you want from a ragged creature like me, cat?” I jump at the sound of my voice, because it is cracked and bitter. “Eat. Then we talk.” He replies in a soft voice. Then I notice the dead jerboa that is between his paws. Reaching out my hand, I grab the body and sallow it whole, and pass out from the pain. -Dragonslayer, author of Grim Reapers-