Dododex
ARK: Survival Evolved & Ascended Companion
Tips & Strategies
How to dye: i find the paint brush easier than the spray painter. Simply walk up to the animal or structure to paint and click. To dye clothes and armor, put the clothes in your inventory with the dye and drag tge dye to which piece you want colored. Dont put the dye on the brush or spray painter. Up so people can learn
Aww look at that. They've posted all these things to break us down, and it's only stitched this community closer together.
President Loki, Lamprey, DX, and everyone else thanks for the encouragement. And don't worry, I'm all good, please don't burst a blood-vessel over what they say to me. This is a game of word chess and I'm having the time of my life XD
~CL1 salutes you all
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
A Lone Howl
Part one: Howl in the Night
Chapter two
JOURNEY FOLLOWED HER Alpha as he leapt, digging his teeth into the elk’s throat. She slammed her weight into the elk’s shoulder, driving him to the ground, before seizing him by the back of the neck. With a last clench of his teeth, Alpha ended the elk’s struggling, taking its last essence of life.
First Journey and then Alpha backed up, Alpha inclining his head and lifting his tail. He turned his head proudly as the rest of the pack fell in around the elk, with Omega standing behind him, tail lowered, head bowed respectfully.
They stood in silence for a long moment around their prey, thanking the Hunters of The Stars for the life that had been given so that theirs could remain. After a moment of respect, Alpha stepped back, beckoning Omega forward with a flick of his elegant tail. Omega slunk forward, keeping his head down, and tore into their prey’s hide, leaving the best parts for the others. Journey heard Ash muttering something to Crevice. “Why does Omega always get to eat first?” she snorted. “He barely helped with the hunt.”
Journey turned towards Ash, lips curling up to show her fangs. “The Wolves of The Stars said it to be so,” she growled, advancing on the younger wolf. “Are you arguing with the choices of your Alpha, and every alpha before him?”
Ash lifted her nose arrogantly. “No, I’m not arguing with them,” she said. “And you shouldn’t get so hostile, Journey. You’re only two ranks above me. I don’t-” her sentence was cut short as Journey batted her down to the ground, pinning her by the shoulder. “Silence,” she snarled, lips curling upward further. “You’re only slightly higher then Omega himself, you arrogant Halfgrown. This is the way it’s meant to be, so I suggest you stop being skeptical.”
Ash flattened her ears and whined, tilting her head back to show Journey her throat in submission. With a last growl, she stepped back, letting the younger wolf scramble to her feet.
As Journey turned around, she saw Alpha looking at her, a glow in his eyes. He gave her a nod, then nodded Pebble and Quickfish forward to eat. He then gestured for Journey to stand by his side.
“Well done, defending our ancestors,” he said approvingly. “I suppose I can’t expect anything less of Ash and Crevice; they’re only half-borns.”
That was true; the two, along with Poplar, had been brought to the pack when they were young, given to them by a beautiful glossy brown-and-white sheepdog named Sally. She had explained that the pups’ father was a wolf, and that Sally couldn’t take care of herself, much less three puppies. So Alpha had been merciful enough to take the puppies and raise them as part of the pack.
“I suppose,” Journey said, sitting down and watching as her pack members ate their fill. “But you’d think that they’ve been in the pack long enough to know our traditions.”
“Some never learn.” As the rest of the wolves stepped back from the elk, finished with their meal, Alpha flicked his tail, gesturing Journey forward. “Eat with me.”
Journey looked at him in surprise for a moment, before stepping forward beside him, crouching and tearing into their prey’s flesh, swallowing mouthfuls of glorious warm meat.
Once they all finished, each of them tore off a chunk of flesh, taking another large mouthful, carrying it back to camp for the others, who were waiting for the hunters to return. They left the rest of the carcass for the ravens and coyotes who scavenged in the night. Journey bounded ahead of the others, following the familiar track back to their camp. She loved the feeling of the wind as it hissed through her fur, folding her ears down. She was the fastest wolf in the pack; Alpha had told her personally.
Journey bounded into the clearing surrounded by protective oak trees. She stopped as she stepped out of the trees, lying her strip of flesh on the cool grass in front of her.
The sun was beginning to sink behind the trees, casting warm shafts of golden light and illuminating the clearing in gentle light. It set Journey’s white pelt ablaze, and she felt rather awkward as the rest of her pack arrived in the clearing, their darker fur only being dappled by the light.
All of the other wolves were gone; it made Journey worried at first, until Daybreak, one of her closest friends, poked her dark brown head out of the den hidden underneath the flat boulders in the center of the clearing, opening hidden by the shadows of the rocks.
“Good, you’re back,” she said, relief washing through her warm amber eyes. “Beta’s having her pups!”
Nah, the Gators couldn't care less. They've given up their days of chasing trespassers through the castle and have formed a reptilian democracy (with Gator Loki running for President of course, though we'll see how that goes). I let them thrive in their new society, and in return, I get to throw dissenters to them for lunch now and again.
~CL1
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
Four (2/2)
“Let’s bring her out of the camp,” Captain ordered, looking away from Quiet finally. “The smell will attract other scavengers if she stays here much longer.”
Soft looked towards Quiet, her eyes calculating as she stared at her niece. Both of Soft’s daughters, Elegant and Grace, eyed her disdainfully, as if Gentle’s death was purely her fault. Quiet knew that her cousins despised her, simply because of the fact that she couldn’t speak. It wasn’t fair. She couldn’t help her disability- she had been born with it. Believe me, if I could fix myself, I certainly would have by now.
“Quiet,” Captain announced suddenly, eyes snapping back to look at her. She winced at his words, simply because of the harsh way that he spat her name- as if it was a disease that was infecting his tongue. “Take Gentle’s corpse away from camp. Rough and Giant will accompany you.” He nodded to the two coyotes that he named, both of whom stepped forward. Within moments the three of them were padding through the eerie, moonlit trees, milky light cast from the stars turning the auburn-colored leaves an ominously fiery color. Quiet was at the front, padding with her shoulders drooping and her head low, while Rough and Giant carried Gentle’s corpse along behind her. She was too weak to even help with the job at hand- why had Captain sent her out like this? Was it some sort of punishment? What had she done?
After a while of trailing silence, Giant gruffly announced that underneath a tall, flowering tree would be a proper place to bury Gentle. Quiet moved to help scrape out a subsequent grave but Rough shooed her away, his and Giant’s large paws working to dig far faster than Quiet could have. Sighing, she turned her back to them and padded a bit of a way along the trail that they had just created, back in the direction of their camp. When she could just barely see her counterparts she sat with her back to them, breathing out through her nostrils and bowing her head, closing her eyes. What am I supposed to do now that Gentle is gone?
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?
*blows fiercely into a tissue*
entering the dyes, is a poet so fine,
Welcome to our realm!
The haters here are saltier than sea brine,
But the people here are swell!
I’m but a bard, you a fine poet,
Everyone should know it,
I am Songwriter, but this majestic Spino,
Is the greatest poeeeeeeeeeet *breathes a deep breathe*
AND ALL SHALL KNOW IIIIIIIIIIIIT!!!!
Sovereign Spino, a great poet, going into the hall of fame, he is.
…
Songwriter. I know I’m bad but I tried to welcome Soverein Spino with a song.
*distant clapping and cheering from a seat in the back of the empty theater*
Such beauty, such grace! The poet in me is weeping with joy!
And, can I just say, welcome Spino! If you've been here a while, I apologise for not seeing your name sooner hehe. Anways, glad to have you and hope you feel welcome here! (By the by, silver dye is the main hub!)
~CL1
Alright, this is too far.
It's one thing to say someone's story is lame and tell them to shut up. It's one thing to impersonate people. Most of us can handle that.
It's a completely different problem to tell someone to take their own life. There are people here with serious depression and life issues already. Are you really trying to push people to commiting, and if the answer is yes then I have another question for you:
What kind of a human being are you?
If you don't want to see the stories, LEAVE. It's that simple. You want a tip on a dye? Here you go: FOLLOW THE RECIPE. If you want someone to hold your hand and walk you through it step by step, watch a youtube video, they have those you know. You can't surf through the internet telling people their life is meaningless and they should commit. You have no idea who's on the other side of that screen, what problems they go through.
Another question for you, and answer honestly, not to me but to yourself: If you've got nothing better to do spam suicide threats in a section where people are just trying write stories and have fun, tell me again, who's life is "pathetic" and "meaningless?"
I don't know what you believe, though at this present moment I don't think you cling to faith at all, but I believe what goes around comes around. Call it what you want; Karma, The Golden Rule, Common Decency, I don't care, but whatever you put out in this world, bad or good, it's going to find its way right back to you, someway, somehow.
Are these the words you want to hear? Are these the words you're already hearing? Talk to someone and get HELP, don't pass the grief on to someone else.
One more thing before I take a breath and let this go: THE WORLD RUNS ON STORY TELLING.
It's behind everything. Mythology, literature, poetry. Not even just written things. It takes skilled writing to make good movies, good music, good games. Storytelling has shaped HISTORY ITSELF, so go on and write it off as lame if you want. Einstien was called stupid, Michael Jordan was told he couldn't play basketball, the doctors said Bethany Hamilton would never surf again, and yet you STILL know their names. You still know E=mc2, you still pass by Air Jordans in the store, and you still hear about the legendary Soul Surfer because GREATNESS NEVER QUITS.
We love writing, and we know people out there love it too. We've seen the kind posts, the inspired messages, and the fans-turned-fanfictioners. You think a few kids hiding in his/her closet typing threats to random people on the internet is going to stop that? Find a hobby, my friend, so you know exactly what we feel like when we write.
~CL1 has taken a breath. End of rant.
*Giveallcolors 50*
if you don’t want to craft them
Not a weird cut at all. I have do the same thing. What's really a short chapter in reality is an entire books worth of words here lol.
~CL1
Thank you everyone who writes stories here! Really cheers me up ;)
You can be your self.
And like put It one your wall is the best
Oooh nice detail, it feels like I'm reading a legitimate book. Keep it up!
~CL1
Dtg left a long time ago and I don’t think he is ever coming back.-lava
It’s not Black…. It’s more a dark grey
Wow... okay we all just attacked Manticore for saying he's been here longer than WWT and now I feel bad. Sorry Manticore ;-;
~CL1
LUNAR ECLIPSE (chpt 1)
“My god that was the worst thing I’ve ever been through” lunar exclaimed as he walked back into his home with a rock drake egg in his hands. He set the egg down in front of the air conditioners and waited, and waited, and waited some more. Eventually he saw the egg start to shake and crack a little, and suddenly, a jet black baby rock drake popped out of the egg, “awwww” was all lunar could think of his new war weapon, as he fed it and sat there, gazing at his rock drake. “I’ll name you eclipse” lunar thought to himself and patted the rock drake on the head, he brought it outside so he had room to play and walked back inside to make the saddle, when suddenly he heard a scuttling of claws and an Arthroplurea broke through the wall and spat at him! “I’ve gotta get outa here” lunar thought and ran for the door, once outside he realized his spino had walked over to the stable and the only other creatures there were his featherlight, Jimmy, and Eclipse. Time to see how strong you really are” lunar said as he whistled for the drake to attack the arthro. WOOSH, SNAP. Lunar had barely blinked when Eclipse and jumped over to the arthro and snapped its neck, “holy sh*t, it’s just a baby what’s gonna happen to the local dino population when your fully grown” he exclaimed in admiration.
I’ll start chpt 2 soon
-lunar DFŁ