Dododex
ARK: Survival Evolved & Ascended Companion
Tips & Strategies
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.
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.
Paint your quetzal you will be invisible in the sky at night
Add black, white and red coloring on any shoes to make em look like J's
~ CPG
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
One (2/2)
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.