Alright then, someone’s making a bunch of useless threats to CL1 and President Loki, why? If you’re one of those people who takes some sort of twisted joy in other peoples physical, mental or emotional pain, ok, maybe instead of taking your anger out on people just trying to have fun, just bully some jerk who actually deserves it, like I do. Want to threaten people, just play a bloody cruel trick on your friends. But personally, I think telling someone to commit suicide is too much, sure, i send death threats to my friends, but they know I don’t mean it.

Just lay off.

-anonymous

Oh, and I forgot this part:

You unsatisfied wingflea, you DO realize I don’t write fanfiction about ARK, right? If you want to try and insult me, do it properly, please.

Insult my hair (which Loki has AMAZING hair, might I add), or my ability to train dogs or something like that. Not, “Worthless nobody who’s bullied in school” and “OH NO HE’S FAT”. You think I care if I’m called fat by someone on the internet?

- President Loki

You know how I said there are people here who are depressed and have mental health issues? I'm not one of those people. Go on. Say what you want to say. I want to see how far this will go. There's only so much damage you can do from a screen

Let the games begin :D

~CL1 is amused

Did you actually send those President Loki, are you okay? Don't listen to whoever that is, there are lots of us who disagree and love your stories, I mean come on just look at what I posted in purple dye, that applies to all of us, and them saying you have no friends is a lie, we are all friends here, the people in this community are the only friends I have. So President Loki, if you are reading this, your stories are awesome, don't let them get you down, you are awesome

-A very angry and protective DoomPhoenix

Interesting. You obviously cared enough to send an entire tip. You gotta admit, if you REALLY didn't care you woulda just rolled your eyes and moved on.

I think you've got another fan, Mr. President.

~CL1

Awesome! I love reading collab. I will definately be checking it out. Hope it goes well!

#FF4L

- The Nazgûl

Sometimes I wonder that same thing. It must just be that people all hear your starting, and then forget about the rest of the chapters. That has happened with all my stories. Hopefully we can keep the likes coming in for you though!

#FF4L

- The Nazgûl

The first chapter: 15 up.votes

The other chapters: 0 up.votes

This is a common thing with a lot of stories… but OH MY LAUREN, WHERE did the up.votes come from?!

- Loki T. Beloved

Thank you!

Loki, PL, President, P. Loki, LokiDoki, Variant, President Variant… call me whatever, I do agree that it’s really long to type.

- President Loki

Dude! I didn’t even know this was here. Nice work on the story. Also, very, very nice work on format. It was very easy to follow. Also, just in case anyone wanted to, I’d be happy to do a collab. If it is about my style of writing I have written in shadowmane and in insect swarm. But enough about me. I will let Loki have his room for writing. Mind if I call you Loki? PL? Just wondering since President Loki is very long to type. Keep up the good work!

#FF4L

- The Nazgûl

This one has an odd ending, sorry in advance!

A Lone Howl

Part one: Howl in the Night

Chapter four

It felt like the hours dragged on and on as Journey and the others paced in the clearing, waiting anxiously for news about Beta. The occasional whimper could be heard from inside the den, but Omega was blocking the entrance, ensuring them that Beta wouldn’t want to be crowded.

Journey lay down under a large oak, between the thick roots, sighing worriedly. The last light of day was melting into the dark sky, and the Spirit Hunters twinkled in the twilight. The moon rose, fat and almost full, above the horizon. It glowed like a bright disc, casting silvery light across the clearing and illuminating the anxious faces of her pack-mates. Once again, the light washed Journey’s pelt and set her aglow, making her feel yet again self-conscious. Barley didn’t seem to notice. He padded over, smiling, and settled down beside her. His fur was clean and soft, as always, handsome face well-groomed, and he smelled faintly of pine sap.

“You’re worried, around you?” he asked, cocking his ears towards her as he watched the spirits of their ancestors glitter in the sky.

Journey sighed softly, a faint cloud billowing from her snout. The air was getting chillier up in the mountains, especially when the warm, late summer days gave way to night. “Aren’t you?” She looked up and stared into his deep amber eyes, the color of redwood bark. She could get lost in the sea of beautiful color, and his pupils… they were milky and gentle, and she could see her own glowing pelt reflected in them.

“I guess I am,” he said, tilting his head to the side slightly, thick scruff shifting slightly at the head movement. “I don’t think it’s all that bad, though.” He swished his tail around until it was resting gently against her hip. His fur was soft, and soothed her a little.

Suddenly, as the moon was about to reach its peak in the sky, Alpha appeared from the den, leaping up to the topmost boulder. He stood silhouetted by the moon, every hair on his majestic body outlined by silver. With a commanding woof, he summoned the rest of the pack around him. Driftwood, Journey noticed as she padded over to surround the boulders, was still in the den with Beta. Hopefully that was a good sign.

“Beta is well,” Alpha announced once the pack was all gathered. “She has been given the gift of three beautiful children, and I invite you to visit them once they’re old enough to venture from the den. I hope you all love and cherish them, and accept them as a pack-mate alongside you when it’s time.” He fell silent for a moment, letting yips and woofs of excitement sound around the group, before flicking his tail for silence. “We have held off our Howl for long now,” he continued.

A thrill swept through Journey. The Howl was amazing. The time when the entire pack lifted their voices, led by Alpha, into the night, singing out the names of their lost pack-mates and the name of their home, as well as thanks for all that their ancestors provided for them.

@CL1

Thank you! I love the support. And a collab sounds like a fantastic idea!

@WWT

Thank you again! And it is not set in any ARK, but rather on the regular human world with no association to the ARKs. ;)

- President Loki

Ah, I love your writings style so much! When this story is over, I'd like to collab with you on another wolf story in this universe, if you don't mind.

~CL1

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

To dye structures you have to create a paintbrush which might need more levels in engrams to get then you click it and it will act like a weapon remember to hit it on the thing you want to paint. To paint a weapon and things In your inventory you drag and drop it on the thing it will glow green if it’s paintable. ARK MOBILE

where to make them?

- Wollybreeze

Yes, I shall paint my riot gear black

Don’t mind the fact that I forgot the TITLE for four 2/2

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.

Yay

Four (2/2)

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?

“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?

This is my Aggressive Jesus Story because I finished it around Christmas time =)

Black Ghost

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.”