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ARK: Survival Evolved & Ascended Companion
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*very late claps*
I am full on disgusted at these haters, their kindergarten level insults are actually TOO FAR. I may have been a young writer, but I’ve seen these and even though they aren’t at me, I’m full on DISGUSTED. These haters are too toxic to be in our hub, so all of you help us downvote em to the ground!
Slither slithering out!
PS : I swear if one of those toxic readers are reading this, don’t you dare try and throw negativity at me, it never works.
Hi guys it me again Ghost! I’ve noticed that not a lot of the fan fictioners are posting anymore. Just the new people. I know y’all are busy with life and stuff but pls come back sometime. We miss u guys. 🥹🥹🥹. #FF4L. ✌️.
-Ghost.
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.”
Lol I am the night just try to find me
Red memories (an abberation story)
(Prologue)
Lunar was walking down the path to the red zone with his karkinos, Shell, looking for red gems and he suddenly heard a rumbling and and he realized an earthquake had started! He was able to stay relatively still because shell had great balance due to his many legs, but his shinehorn, wolf, had been flung off his shoulder when shell had almost fallen. Lunar quickly jumped off of his crab and ran toward the edge of the chasm, and he realized with despair that wolf had fallen into the red zone and seekers were already flapping frantically towards what would be their first light pet kill in days, since the massacre when a tribe had raided lunars quiet hut in the blue zone with seekers and stolen all of his tames except for his rock drake, amethyst, and shell, when He had gotten home, he sat there , stunned by the loss of his home and friends. He ran in and checked on the light pet floor, and realized there was a sign and one shinehorn left, the sign told him if he wanted his sister, raven, who had also been kidnapped he had too go to the coords and drop all of his gear. He knew it would be a trap but he went anyway, when he got there he got off of Amethyst and started to walk into the cave but quickly realized he had been trapped as two men in hazmat suits had collapsed the tunnel behind him. “They must have been hidden” lunar thought as he surveyed his surroundings and he realized he had nowhere to go, the cave was a dead end and it had some weird plant. A noise made Lunar turn around and see that the attackers had dug out the hole but had made sure that he could not get out, and he saw raven slowly being lowered towards the liquid element lake! lunar started to scream at the attackers, lunar didn’t know what the liquid element would do, but soon he would find out. Lunar turned around again to see what he could use to get out, and he saw the plant again but this time it was glowing. Lunar went over and decided he would touch it. He knew most plants in the hollow world were dangerous, but he had a feeling this plant was different. He walked around to the back of the plant and saw through the hole in the rock that raven was close to the liquid element, he wanted to go help her but the pull of the weird plant was stronger than his desire to help his sister, and just as lunar placed his hand on the plant ravens foot touched the odd purple water. There was a huge flash of white light and screaming.
Lunar woke up and wondered how long he had been asleep, and then he saw where he was. In a rock drake nest, and there were two other eggs beside him.
I don’t care about ups, I just hope you like the story, for questions and comments go just use a code 5693 and hope I see it
This room a while to make and chapter one will be out soon
Lunar DFŁ
It goes well with royalty dye
-Bob The Builder
Hi it’s me President Loki. Sorry I haven’t been able to write much. I’ve been busy. Welcome new people!
-President Loki.
Black Ghost
Ten (the last one)
The Black Ghost slashed a wound into her hind leg, deep enough that she couldn’t walk, immobilizing her completely. With another silent laugh, he lunged off of her and bounded over to Wonder and Gruff, where he met them head-on with violent teeth. First grabbing Gruff by the tail he whipped him around and dragged him, pulling him close enough so that he could close his jaws around the back of the coyote’s head. Tightening his jaws, he clenched down with unnatural strength and crushed his head in, causing a fountain of blood to spray away and splattering over his face.
Dropping the now-dead Gruff, he spun towards Wonder and smiled. Wonder had her ears back now as she shied away, slinking towards the tree line in hopes of fleeing and saving herself. But the Black Ghost had other plans.
He flickered like candle light, disappearing and then reappearing right beside her. Grabbing her by the scruff he flung her sideways, further into the clearing, before dashing over to her again. Standing over her, he reared up onto his hind legs and slammed his paws down onto her stomach. And again. And again. The ripping of flesh could be heard even from how far away Quiet was. Blood exploded upward and doused the monster’s underside but still he didn’t stop. Wonder let out screams, interrupted as she hacked up blood and vomited out what could have been something vital. Then all at once she fell still. Black Ghost stopped stomping on top of her and turned his head to look across at Quiet.
Isn’t it unfortunate, he mouthed with a shake of his head, slowly making his way towards her and tracking blood behind him, how easy all of this is? If it weren’t for your anger, I wouldn’t be here. Your pack could thrive… but you’d still be alone. Alone, miserable, and without anyone to truly communicate with you. Isn’t that a proper price to pay for all of this death?
No, Quiet managed to mouth around her hiccuping tears. You are a monster. I never should have spoken to you in the first place. You deserve death.
He smiled innocently at her, slowly lowering himself and putting his nose to hers. If only it were so simple. See, I am truly dead. I am a ghost. But I’ve been punished in such a way that I can’t help but punish others. Perhaps, once you die… you will be cursed to spend eternity with me. I am the only one who understands you.
Quiet shook her head, squeezing her eyes shut for a moment before taking a deep breath. I would never want to spend any more time with you. Not after what you’ve done.
Black Ghost shook his head, closing his pale white eyes. Very unfortunate, indeed. But remember something when you enter the gates of eternity which you believe to be nonexistent… remember that you’ve done this to yourself. And live with that guilt forever. For all eternity.
The Black Ghost’s head lashed out forward and Quiet allowed it. Teeth drilled into her face, and she screwed her eyes shut as pain engulfed her. And then she was washed away by the warm ocean waters of death.
- President Loki
(There, CL1, are you happy now?)
Black Ghost
Seven
That night the pack refused to all split off and go to their own dens. Captain led them into the nursery, the largest sleeping place, and laid blocking the entrance so that no monster could get in. Together they laid, curling up, pressing into one another. It was cramped and uncomfortable. All of Quiet’s pack mates smelled of distress and the den still reeked of sickness from the pups. But at least it made her feel just a little bit safer.
After a long space of time, the pack was asleep, although their slumber was light and anxious. Quiet couldn’t help but stay awake, her head resting on Gruff’s back as she looked towards the entrance of the den, watching the dark space above Captain’s figure for any movement. Her eyelids drooped, sleep dragging at her muscles and begging to drag her down into slumber, but she knew that if she fell asleep her pack would be dead when she woke. But oh, how tantalizing sleep seemed. Perhaps only a few moments wouldn’t be… so… bad…
A whisk of movement snapped Quiet back into consciousness. Lifting her head, she peered into the cramped darkness of the nursery. Were one of her pack mates awake and guarding them? Poking her nose in that direction she sniffed, but couldn’t find any smells that notified her of consciousness from one of her pack members.
Quiet let out a breathy sigh, shifting the way that she was laying and looking over towards Captain again with sleepy eyes. That’s when the black wolf’s head appeared in the den entrance.
Black Ghost
Six
Over the next week, Quiet’s pack began to decline. It had started with the elder- what had his name been?- becoming sick and then passing. Then went Gentle. Then Giant and Rough. And now the litter of pups were deathly sick, one of them having already died. The rest of them were certainly not far behind.
Two days passed and the entire litter was gone and now buried in the ground. What had previously been a pack of sixteen had been reduced to seven. What Quiet didn’t understand was how any of this death was happening, nor how she had survived that long. If there really was a murderer amidst them… why hadn’t they killed her?
These thoughts kept the mute coyote up at night. She lay in her lonely den, curled up with her back pressed against the dirt wall behind her, nose tucked under her tail, as she pondered what could possibly be happening. There was so much sickness, so much blood. The sickness had to be coincidental. It had to be. There was no way in all of the stars that their murderer- whoever they were- could make the coyotes fall ill. There was no way. No way at all.
And yet… despite the way that she argued with herself at night about whether or not that could be possible, something deep down inside of her knew. It knew exactly what was happening- exactly who was doing this. But that small part of her, the section that held the final piece of the puzzle, refused to open up to the rest of her mind. It refused to let her realize who and what was doing this.
So she simply laid and pondered.
When Quiet finally dipped into sleep, morning came far too quickly. She was woken by a shrill cry. The cry of one of her pack mates.
Jumping to her feet and shaking sleep away from her, Quiet quickly blundered out of her sleeping place to find her aunt Soft hunched over something in the center of the clearing. Her head was bowed, eyes screwed shut, all while whimpers escaped her mouth.
As Quiet drew nearer, she saw that it was two somethings on the ground; Elegant and Grace. They were twisted, mutilated, so bloody that at first it was hard to identify which was which. Their stomachs were ripped wide open, revealing their hollow insides. Blood-coated organs were scattered around on the grass around them. Grace’s lower jaw was ripped away and lying beside Elegant’s tail. Elegant’s face was so shredded that it was impossible to make out whether or not her eyes were even still intact. Huge claw marks were scored down their sides, long and caked in blood. Quiet felt queasy just from looking at such a horrific sight, and she felt bile rise up in her throat as her stomach begged to vomit.
The rest of the pack was gathering now, letting out fearful cries and whispering to each other. What had been seven was now five. Five pack members left.
Black Ghost
Five
What felt like years passed before Rough and Giant returned, and finally the odd silence was too great for Quiet to bear. But before she could turn around and wander back over to them, HE appeared.
The black wolf was standing there beside her, smiling at her with nothing but a dead look in his eyes. The more he appeared, the more he made her skin crawl. But the longer that time went on, the more he came. It was as if he didn’t even have to travel to her- he could just appear out of nowhere with no sign of his presence beforehand. And then he would be gone again. Gone like the wind. Gone like…
Oh, Quiet, he mouthed ominously, a grin lacing his face. He crawled closer to her so that he was only a mere few inches away, lowering himself so that he could be level with her. He truly was a huge wolf: bigger than any she had ever seen before. It made her envious in contrast to her small size. So good to see you. With a swish of air he pushed his face up so close to her’s that their whiskers touched, his pale eyes boring into her own. Don’t you agree?
Quiet swallowed, her eyes wide as she stared at him. Unable to mouth anything, she nodded after a moment, forcing her head to move. No, she thought in contrast to her response. But I’m not going to tell you that.
Backing up a few steps, she spun around and looked back towards where Giant and Rough were apparently taking their sweet time on burying Gentle. She stopped in her tracks, stiffening as she stared back towards the flowering tree.
A tall pile of dirt was scraped up alongside a hole dug into the ground. Gentle’s body was nowhere to be seen- presumably in the grave- and Giant and Rough were splayed out on the ground, their front halves drooping limply down into the hole. Quiet’s breath quickened as she stared at their motionless bodies, rushing over.
Blood was running out from underneath the two of her pack mates, sliding through the dirt and grass and running down into the open grave, spilling onto Gentle’s corpse that was beneath them. It was one of the most gruesome things that she had ever seen, and it sent the fur all along her back standing up with intensity.
Slowly turning to look back, she saw that the black wolf still standing there, watching her with a smile twisted across his face. And then when she blinked, he was gone.
Black Ghost
Three
He stood with utmost silence, his expression ominously blank. His eyes, empty and lacking pupils, showed no emotion as they stared straight forward in her direction. He was several feet away, standing beneath a burly oak tree which littered dark scarlet leaves across the forest floor, canopy slowly thinning.
You don’t scream, he said soundlessly, mouthing out each word with exaggerated slowness. Quiet hesitated for a long moment before shaking her head, replying soundlessly with Cannot.
Mute? He asked, understanding what she mouthed within seconds. She nodded, which received her an emotionless smile as he slowly stepped closer. She stayed rooted, though stiffening her legs in case the need for fleeing came. He stopped a few inches away, his dry, ancient-looking nose hovering just above hers, close enough that she could smell his hot, sour breath on her face. Me too, he uttered finally, still fixing her with that deadly smile. Quiet blinked slowly, staring into the white pools of his eyes, feeling a chill zip through her veins.
Finally, she breathed, What is wrong with you?
He didn’t respond, instead turning and away padding into the trees. Quiet started after him and then delayed herself, pausing with one paw up in the air as he padded slowly through the brightly-colored leaf litter and then disappeared from sight all together. She stared after him for a long moment before ducking her head and sprinting back to her home.
As she arrived back in camp, her aunt Soft found her. Soft had two daughters, both of which were considered perfect; their fur was extravagantly colored, dappled with gray and streaked with black and blonde. They could both see, hear, and speak perfectly well, and Quiet knew that her mother had great envy towards her sister’s offspring. “Quiet!” Soft exclaimed the moment that she stepped out of the bronze-colored underbrush. “Where have you been? Captain wants every wolf accounted for to ensure that no one else is sick.” Her voice was scathing, her tone shameful. Quiet felt a surge of rage towards her aunt: could she not see the worry in Quiet’s eyes? Could she not feel the anxiety that rolled off of her like waves? Why did no one care?
Hiding the anger that she felt bubbling within her as best as she could, she followed Soft over to where the rest of the pack had gathered, nearby the elders’ den. Captain, their alpha, was making his rounds and giving a good sniff to every coyote, inspecting them to ensure that they were healthy. Quiet sat, sighing through her nostrils, and awaited her turn.
The black wolf appeared in her dreams the next following nights. He always repeated the same thing: Angry, angry, angry you are. I will help. Let me help. His voice was nonexistent, sounding like the breathy wind itself, and yet without even seeing his lips move to form the words that he repeated, Quiet knew that those words were what he was saying. And it scared her.
The longer that the ominous wolf hung around in her mind, the more frustrated she grew. No one would try and listen, try and read her lips or watch her motions to try and decipher what she was saying. Not even her own mother. Her perfect cousins, Elegant and Grace, barely acknowledged her existence, much less wanted to sit while she flailed around and tried to mouth the words of her anxiety. The black wolf was the only one who listened, the only one who was willing to wait patiently as she worked out how to mouth the words properly so that others could understand. And he had the very same problem, lacking a voice so instead needing to speak entirely through body language. It was hard to think about anything other than her mysterious acquaintance. She knew that it was wrong to speak with him, to seek him out when she went on a walk through the woods. And yet… although she knew that it was wrong, it felt so, so right.
Make dyes in a cooking pot, primitive or industrial. FYI The black does not come out as dark as you think
Put this on your griffin it looks SO OP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
it's broken in most of fiber servers
Black dye is the best when combined with any other colour and used on tek
*another late clap*
You should be a poet, Sovereign Spino, I would love to hear more!
PS : you forgot meeee :( /joke
Slither
This goes really really well with yellow if done right
So let me tell you a story about how I tried
To find some friends to talk to in dododex’s dyes
When I opened up the tip section to my surprise
An all out war unfolded before my eyes
The heroes that remained were mighty and strong
They banded together to right the wrong
From a tiger to a shadow to a green god of mischief
The power of their friendship had me blowing into a handkerchief
And that is the story of how I tried
To find some friends to talk to in Dododex’s dyes
-The newbie,
Sovereign Spino
How does one make dye-a helpless person