RED MEMORIES

Chpt 1

Recap from last chpt: lunar recalled when his base got raided and his sister taken. And when he somehow became a rockdrake

Lunar was so confused and amazed at the same time, and it took him a while to adjust to his new body. Twice trying to break out of the egg he forgot he didnt have thumbs and tried to punch the wall of the egg. Eventually, after what seemed years, lunar was able to make a hole in the egg surface, or at least that’s what lunar thought it was. His suspicions were confirmed when a huge talon poked at the edges of the hole and made it bigger. After a while of this lunar was able to get out and stumbled into a small hollow in the rock face with a nest and two other drake eggs. Lunar looked up and saw a plant like the one that had made him become a rock drake. He remembered that rock drake could climb walls and decided to try to climb up to get it. The second he moved three steps a huge mouth grasped his neck And pulled him back, in all the rush and excitement he haven’t noticed the huge blood red rock drake right in front of him! Lunar knew that he should be scared but he wasn’t, the rockdrake had a soft look on her eyes, “hello little one, I am Nisa, your mother.”

Black Ghost

Nine

The Black Ghost prowled closer, his breathing heavy and dangerous. Despite the way that he was obviously in hunting mode, he was smiling. Smiling, and smiling, and smiling, as if he had all of the joy in the world behind him. But if this truly was the Black Ghost, all of the stories said that he was lonely and sad.

This wolf did not look sad.

Poor Quiet, he mouthed as he prowled closer. Wonder, Soft, Quiet, and Gruff pressed their rumps together, forming a semicircle of teeth that would hopefully keep him at bay. But none of his footsteps faltered; he just continued on forward, shoulders rolling underneath his thick fur which appeared impenetrable. You just could not warn your pack of the danger. But you see, the real danger all along has been you.

Hopping forward, he bore down upon them and grabbed Soft by the snout, yanking her away from her pack mates. Gruff and Wonder let out shouts and yelps, jumping after their pack mate, but the Black Ghost kicked one mighty hind leg out and knocked them both away with a single blow. He retreated a few steps, holding Soft by the mouth and clenching her jaws shut so that she couldn’t even cry out in pain.

Dropping Quiet’s aunt, he stomped a paw down on her chest and smiled. See, all of your anger towards your pack mates drew me here. Your frustration and your rage… it just fed me. And it fed THIS. He shifted all of his weight onto the paw that was on Soft’s chest. His dark leg shot through as her skin and flesh gave way with a sickening crunch, allowing his paw to drive itself through her torso. She could barely let out a scream before Black Ghost’s claws inevitably crushed her lungs and silenced her forever.

Slowly he pulled his paw out, letting the blood glisten and slowly slide off of his pelt. With a quick motion he used both of his front paws to tear her ribcage in half, separating her down the middle before flinging her to the side.

I was only helping, he continued, crawling closer yet again. Gruff and Wonder began snarling, their lips curled up to show their teeth. “We won’t be chased out of our home,” Wonder said, voice shaking. It was clear that all three of them were terrified, and that only fed into the Black Ghost’s prey drive.

He paused, drawing up his head and hacking out a hoarse, almost soundless laugh. You think that I can’t smell your fear? Oh, you fools. Truly, your worry makes it all the more delicious. He hopped forward another step, dancing around them with his tail held high. He was enjoying this.

Quiet twisted her head around to look over her shoulder but before she could, teeth seized her tail and yanked her back. She wanted to scream but couldn’t. She wanted to escape but couldn’t. Tears welled up in her eyes as she let out a silent cry for help, while Gruff and Wonder spun around and tried chasing after her. The Black Ghost dragged her around the clearing before dropping her beside a tree, planting one huge paw on her tail and holding her there. But please know, little Quiet, he mouthed down at her with the coldest of grins, That I’ll be sure to save you for last. After all, it’s your rage that got us to this point. Truthfully I ask you… doesn’t rage control all of us?

Black Ghost- (TW/violence warning from here on out)

Four (1/2)

Quiet was awakened from her sleep by an unsettling feeling that tickled her spine. She took a deep breath, noting that something about her mother’s scent- who was sleeping beside her- was off. She rolled over, yawning, to look over at Gentle. Her mother’s brown-furred back was to her daughter, and she lay so still that she appeared to be dead. Sitting up, Quiet crawled over to look down at her mother, only to find herself numbed to the point of feeling like a coyote made of ice.

Her mother stared blankly up at the ceiling, eyes foggy with the essence of death. A thin trickle of blood was visible, now dried but having before been slipping out from her mouth. Her throat was bitten into, but oddly: it looked almost as if her throat had been bitten from the inside, teeth ripping through the inside of her jugular and then piercing all the way to the outside world. The blood was dry around the wound, caking her fur. The smell of death was beginning to slowly weave its way into the air, but the smell of blood had already faded.

Quiet quickly backed out of the den, eyes wide in panic. She turned, stumbling through the dark clearing over to Soft’s den to wake her. Her silence made her seem suspicious: if only she could have screamed at the sight of her mother’s corpse. Then no one would suspect a thing, even when she truly was innocent.

Prodding her aunt in the ribs, Soft woke. Quiet hopped away from her the moment that she sat up, hoping that the fearful look in her eyes would be enough for her to follow her back to the den and see Gentle’s corpse. Soft squinted at her for a long moment, gaining wakefulness, before shaking off and looking over at her two slumbering daughters. “Quiet,” she whispered airily, “what are you doing up at this hour? Why did you have to wake me?”

She hoped that the amount of panic in her eyes would be enough to urge her aunt on and, spinning in a few frantic circles, she turned and rushed out towards her own den again. Thankfully, she heard footsteps behind her as Soft clambered from the dark depths of her warm den and out into the chilly night. Quiet wasted no time: she sprinted straight to her den and turned to wait for Soft, unable to face her mother’s corpse alone again.

Soft sighed and led the way inside, before erupting into a scream that Quiet felt reverberate through her skeletal system. Within a matter of moments the entirety of the pack was awake and sprinting towards her den, all while Soft darted out again. “What happened?” Soft shouted in Quiet’s face, and she shrank back in fear. The pack was closing in now, surrounding the aunt and niece duo in confusion. “What’s going on? What happened? What did Quiet do?” passed through hushed voices of the surrounding crowd. With ears laid back, Quiet mouthed I don’t know. Afraid. Her aunt appeared unsatisfied- or, honestly, she may not have even known what that meant- and turned away with a grunt, facing Captain, their pack’s leader. “Gentle is dead,” Soft informed him. “She’s got a few bite marks in her throat. Quiet came to get me. I don’t know what happened.”

Captain turned cold eyes on Quiet. She shrank beneath the looks that the pack gave her, feeling her paws tremble so hard that she feared she would collapse. Her shaking did nothing to help their accusing looks, but surely they wouldn’t think that it was her who had slaughtered Gentle? Why would she do such a thing? Gentle was purely the only one of her pack who generally tried to communicate with her. Why would anyone kill her? What did she do?

Hello everyone and welcome to F&83dy Fa3);*rs Piz3)#9a

Welcome to Dododex

And guess what!

I’m taking over the dyes!

Anyone who attempts to fight back will be slaughtered, as I have already consumed many children, burnt down 2 hospitals, 3 homeless shelters, and 16 orphanages, so if you’d like to live always remember,

I’m glitch in through the system, can’t out run, better watch your step if not I’ll come...

-Lolbit

A Lone Howl

Part one: Howl in the Night

Chapter five

Without stalling any longer, Alpha threw back his head and let out a long, echoing howl around their mountainous home. He sang out two long, beautiful words: Venture on.

The rest of the pack sang out, voices rising and mixing. Some sang of sorrows and of lost loves ones; others sang of triumph over battles and new life; and many echoed Alpha’s words.

Venture on. Venture on. Spirits guide us. Dewdrop. Plentiful seasons. Future of the pack. Venture on. Ripple. Wander.

The last name sung into the sky caught Journey off guard. Wander? Her father? No one had said his name ever since he had died, only mere weeks after she had been born. The pack had been starving, unable to find food for days. Journey and her mother had been on the brink of death. Wander had gone to find a carcass in the night, but had been found stealing coyote food by a pack. He had been found dead in the forest the next morning by a patrol; but the most shocking part of the tale was that they had found that he had his mouth and throat full of food that he had managed to take.

The Howl finally came to a close, with a last, low Venture on from Omega. The pack stood in silence for a long moment, heads bowed in respect for all of the lost names that had been called out. Then Alpha leapt down and padded to the edge of the clearing, settling for sleep. The others did the same, except for Crevice, who had been tasked with guarding.

Journey returned to the oak tree, spinning two circles before settling down in the lush grass. She felt Daybreak lay down on her left, soft breath stirring the fur between her ears. A faint scent of pine sap filled her nostrils, and then Journey felt the warm body of Barley press against her right. She let out a soft sigh of contentment, closing her eyes and sliding into a peaceful, blissful sleep, with dreams of running through the trees, howling, and living out her life protecting her pack.

I just looked here, and this is honestly disgusting.

Firstly just to clear it up, no, no we do NOT have anything related to R34 and THOSE fanfictioners (and R34 artists), nobody here really likes those type of fanfictioners.

Anyways, moving on. So your the type to just bring others down for your own entertainment? Go ahead and say what you want, voice your opinion, your free to hate or support things, but make sure its to help IMPROVE something, not just “Go back to hell you came from, nobody likes you and the entire world hates you, so you should just go kill yourself.” Going out of your way to say something like that, and even telling somebody to commit suicide just because their doing something they like as a hobby is honestly insane and disgusting. Nobody cares about your useless insults, they aren’t going to fracture my bones or make anyone explode, but they sure can motivate and demotivate. You know, there’s some people out there contemplating suicide and by telling them any of those demotivating words, you can actually cause those people to commit suicide, all because you gave them that push. Instead of just being the absolute scum of the earth, work on being a better person and doing other productive things, instead of sitting in a room writing hateful and disgusting messages that nobody should be told to do for doing what they love. And whatever is causing you to write these, whether it’s that you’ve been bullied yourself and felt this, or just because your a toxic loser, or some other reason, it’s not the right thing to do.

Sincerely, and being completely honest,

-Lamprey

Ooh, that was a LOT of tips trying to bring down a single person. Let’s see:

I am not taking my life because only God will do that. I will end when it’s in HIS timing, not mine.

I have been called he. I am now he, apparently, and am not a female any longer. Amazing, what magic!

I have two biological parents who don’t “hit” me, as you’ve said, and we are a very close-knit, happy Christian family who trust in God’s love.

None of this is going to work. You’re not going to make me shed a tear, cast a frown, or even glance your way. I know who I am, and that’s a child made in the image of God. So don’t even try to degrade me in my eyes; other people may decide I’m a worthless nobody, but to God, I am somebody. And that is all I need.

- President Loki

I've posted Inevitability Ep's 1-7, and I actually like it more than DT, although it might feel a little slower, I promise it'll lead somewhere good.

Also, you can tell my writing in Inevitability is a lot better than DT S1, S2, and even S3.

If there's ever a DT S4, I need to start writing it more like Inevitability.

-DTG

Hello, thought I'd return for a little update. Yes, I still exist. No, I don't write dodo tales anymore. It's been a long while since I ended it. I don't plan on starting a S4, but I have been writing a (in my opinion at least) far better story. I've been debating whether or not to post it here, as I have in fact been posting on a discord server away from here, but let me know if you'd ever like to see it or not. Apologies for leaving you all. I will not leave a discord link here, but if you'd like to join, I suggest you search for a link yourself. There are plenty around.

-DTG