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ARK: Survival Evolved & Ascended Companion
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Black Ghost- a President Loki short story =)
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Although Quiet had never been able to retell them herself, she had always loved hearing ghost stories. Well, not quite ghost stories… coyote packs didn’t tell ghost stories, for they found the affairs of the non-real supernatural world pointless to even acknowledge, so they never retold them. That was for the wolves to recite to their pups. Coyotes only told stories that were real: stories that had real proof of their existence. Memorable tales to warn coyotes of the cruelness of the world, such as the Blood Sky, the Bone Beast, and Death Claws. Quiet was just under a year old and nearly fully grown, and she still enjoyed hustling her way into the warmth of the pup den and listening to her own mother, as well as others, tell the pups stories. No one minded when she did so; coyote packs were all about family, all about closeness. And with her unfortunate disability that made her unable to speak or make a sound, the pack was happy to include her in other activities.
“The Black Ghost,” Quiet’s mother, Gentle, was saying, “is a wolf who can’t speak. He haunts the packs of wolves who have angered him, sometimes killing their weakest members in revenge for his exaggerated life. You may sometimes hear him called the Plague. The wolves believe that he’s the source of sickness and unfortunate health, but we know differently. And some stories even say that he’s invisible.”
“Because he’s a ghost,” one of the pups, Obvious, said judgmentally. He lifted his nose blatantly into the air, sniffing incredulously. “Ghosts are invisible.”
Ghosts aren’t real, Quiet wanted to say, but was disagreed with by her nonexistent vocal cords. She shifted her paws, looking down at their dusty brown color. She was so… so plain. So basic, boring… so pointless. Sometimes she wondered why she was even on this earth. For punishment? What had she done? And who could be punishing her, if ancestors didn’t exist?
Gentle shook her head softly, smiling at the pup. “You’d think so. But ghosts don’t truly exist,” she corrected in a gentle voice. “He’s called invisible because he’s a black wolf: he can hide in the shadows. He isn’t a ghost at all, just an old, old wolf who happens to be a cannibal.”
“A carnival?” Elude imposed, tilting his wide head in confusion. Gentle chuckled, shaking her head. “Cannibal,” she informed him. “A wolf who eats his kind.”
A chorus of tiny pup voices, all shouting “Ew!” simultaneously, was what urged Quiet to make her way out of the den. Even when she was still young, the stories had become watered down. Turning, she made her way in the direction of the forest, her tail swishing behind her. She let out a silent sigh, a puff through her nostrils, as she slid through the browning ferns and vanished into the trees.
The overhead canopy had recently turned from a natural green to brilliant gold and mud brown and the blazing brightness of red and orange, a sight that had never before assaulted their forest. The leaves broke from overhead branches and spiraled down onto the walking paths, stiff and crunching upon impact. It was an amazing spectacle, one that Quiet couldn’t keep her eyes away from. The air had grown cooler, chilly winds sweeping cold nights into their camp and blowing the blazing-colored leaves off of the trees. Any chance that she could get, Quiet would be out in the forest, looking at the beautiful trees. It gave her a sense of peace, a sense of calmness in all of the chaos in her life. And, out in the quiet forest, she wasn’t the only thing that was silent. The trees were still and solemn, the wind whooshing by with barely a whisper, keeping her in a mute company.
Curiously, today felt different. The Black Ghost story still hanging on the back of her mind, she ventured her way through the trees with a slight hint of wariness. Ghost stories always fascinated Quiet, but they also gave her a sense of fear and precaution. It usually took her a day or so to get the details of the story out of her mind, freeing her of any additional anxiety.
The longer that she walked the more anxious she felt, and soon she was looking around, casting glances over her shoulder every few steps. The undeniable feeling of being watched had overtaken her, and it caused her fur to tingle all along her body. And yet, she couldn’t see, smell, nor hear any sort of hint as to there being another living soul out in the forest with her. Even the birds and squirrels seemed quiet for such a well-weathered day.
More Black Coloring Tips
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
Tip: Dyes can be used to paint things, and are made in a cooking pot...
omg, i didnt know that. Guys, isnt it crazy how like, we dont need any tips for dyes? Hmm, thats pretty neat, i bet we could have conversations and tell our stories here without any trouble!
Wait, what? You cant and people will get mad even though they dont need tips on dyes? Oh no... What will we ever do...
Mocking these buffoons aside, really? Can we have some decency and NOT be terrible human beings for like, a few minutes? Just leave storytellers alone, no one needs tips on dyes.
Add black, white and red coloring on any shoes to make em look like J's
~ CPG
Paint your quetzal you will be invisible in the sky at night
Black Dye is the darkest Dye in all of ARK. It can color in things using a Paintbrush to spread its color. The Paintbrush can be used on all colors. If you do not have a Paintbrush, use the paint by dragging it onto things in your Inventory that glow green when you hold the Dye. If anyone wishes to craft Dye, use the Cooking Pot. I have chosen to write all of the information on all of the Dyes, Paintbrushes, and Cooking Pots in Black Dye because this Dye is closest to the left corner of the 'Dex Screen. If you wish to find out more, read my Tip in White Dye. It is marked "I am the SURVIVOR ", just like this Tip.
—I am the SURVIVOR
If your on a pvp server use this on flack armor for night camp
Alf_evens
Painting your clothes black is good for the middle of the night in pvp too have some stealth
You can use it at night to camouflage yourself in the dark And someone’s dead body😈😈😈
I just wanna know how to dye stuff
Black Ghost- I’m too lazy to say ‘a President Loki short story’ every time
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Finally, she couldn’t take it anymore and stopped in her tracks. Pivoting, she looked slowly around at the brightly colored forest surrounding her, scanning it for anything that could be tracking her movement with steel eyes. She circled twice, unable to find any sort of sign that she was being followed, but as she turned back the way that she had come for a third time, she was met with the face of a very fluffy black wolf. His eyes were white, a foggy sort of pale gray with no life in them at all. He was inches away, dry nose puffing hot air into her face, and although he was far taller than she, his eyes were directly level with her’s. Had Quiet been able to make a sound, she would’ve screamed; but her silence kept her from reacting in fear. Being mute kept her oddly calm in situations such as this, and even as fear spiked through her body, she stayed rooted.
When she blinked he was gone, as was any sort of trace that he had existed at all. Slowly turning her head once more she searched for him, but seeing nothing, she set off back towards her home in unnerved angst.