If you're wanting to paint a grayscale bird, such as the Argentavis, to make it look darker, it's not going to do anything except make it slightly grayed lol.

umm.. avoiding all the death threats and such.. i have a tip for dye, you can use it on saddles and armor and gear which can make some cool colors.

ples don’t give this a bad rating i just want to be helpful

- DogMan62

Ok, so, to everyone reading this:

My name is DTG, I write Dodo tales, which starts in the snail section and is currently on its third season. Dodo tales S1 and S2 were bad, but S3 is getting really good now as of Ep10, which kind of revealed the new antagonist. Dodo tales unfortunately is on the verge of being cancelled, but i have decided that if it gets enough love and support, then maybe it will deserve not to be destroyed. The 🔼's I get have always inspired me to do more, and will continue to do so.

-DTG

Paint your quetzal you will be invisible in the sky at night

*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.

Can yall shut up pls. This is for tips on dyes not arguing or storytelling. Anyways an actual tip; make sure you have a full waterskin!! From my experience anything under i believe 20/100 (could be wrong tho) does not work!! Have a good day :)

-lynx.frozzti

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

Painting your clothes black is good for the middle of the night in pvp too have some stealth

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.

*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.