President loki, I reported them, its not me

-Random person not SuS

THIS IS NOT ME SHUT UP I’m not spamming bruh

Don’t report me I’m not doing this omg

-Random person not SuS

Ok I’ve HAD IT! YOU NEED TO STOP RIGHT NOW, OR.. OR ELSE IM TELLING MY STEPDAD RICHARD. JUST WAIT WHAT HE’LL DO TO YOU

- CL1

Shut UP I did not write this and it’s not funny

All I did yesterday was play Fortnite and find out someone’s tryna find out who I am lol

Stop.

-yes, blah blah blah not SuS anymore…

Your welcome Loki. If it's something you enjoy, don't let anyone ruin it for you because you are awesome.

Stay healthy

-DX

P.S. I'm sorry about the lonely homeschooler, I can relate, but at least you have an awesome community of fanfictioners to keep you from being lonely!

@President Loki

You do have fans (I am one of them)

And also, I totally agree that fanficioners shouldn't stop writing because we are resilent, and also its what we enjoy, and you can't stop us from doing what we enjoy. I also homeschool, which is part of the reason I write fanfics.

-Inferi

Hi anyone know who I ammmmm?

Hehehe leave orange dye alone and I’ll leave u alone…

Ha, it would look like it, CL1!

And I appreciate the support, DX, thank you.

I’m going to continue writing stories, even if there are a thousand haters against me and no fans behind me. You can’t stop me from writing, because it’s something I enjoy to do (and it’s also one of the only hobbies for a sad homeschooler who never does anything). So tell me you don’t care all you want, Everyone: I do not care what you think, and I never asked in the first place.

- President Loki

I care too 'cause it's an interesting story

-DX

Yay! It’s great to know someone will be reading.

And thank you! I hope it goes well as well.

- President Loki

I’m going to be putting A Lone Howl on pause to focus on me and CL1’s collaboration! It’s taking place after the end of A Lone Howl, and we’re posting it in Green Dye.

- President Loki

A Lone Howl

Part one: Howl in the Night

Chapter seven

Journey led them off of Lightning Ledge, leading them in a sweep around the herd until they were behind a wide boulder. “Poplar, Barley, you go left,” she said, flicking her ears in the direction she wanted them to go. “Drive them in the direction of Lightning Ledge. Ash,” she continued, turning her head towards the dark wolf, “you take the pups and go right. Steer the wolves towards Poplar and Barley. Me and Daybreak will head up the attack from here.”

All of the wolves nodded and fanned out around the meadow, headed for their positions. The three pups followed Ash with wide eyes, tails wagging wildly in excitement. Hopefully they won’t give us away, Journey thought, watching the three young wolves scamper along the edge of the meadow. But it wasn’t time to worry. She gave herself a shake, focusing on where Poplar and Barley were crouching beside an oak tree. Their dark pelts blended in with the shadows of the oak’s bowing old branches, turning them almost invisible. It was times like these that Journey wished she had a dark pelt like them.

Ash led the pups behind a jutting boulder, keeping them underneath her so that they wouldn’t go scampering around and get noticed by the deer.

“Ready?” she murmured to Daybreak. When her friend nodded, Journey lunged out of hiding with a furious bark. She burst into a sprint with Daybreak right behind her, charging at the deer.

Immediately their prey let out brays and honks of fear, turning and galloping away from Lightning Ledge. Poplar and Barley shot out from beside the oak tree, intercepting the deer and forcing them to turn around. They continued chasing, and suddenly the deer veered to the right, fleeing for the safety of the trees. Ash leapt out of hiding with a snarl, and all three pups followed, yapping in excitement and running at the deer pointlessly. The deer in the front of the herd doubled back, slamming into the ones behind them in a desperate scramble for escape.

The moment they began scrambling and their steps faltered, Journey shot forward and slammed into one of them. The force of her leap drove the deer to the ground, and the rest of the pack immediately bounded over, helping keep the deer pinned so that one of them could make the killing bite. The rest of the herd ran into the trees, letting out honks of fear and distress.

Before any of them could do more then close in around the deer, a shrill howl of grief and pain sounded from the camp. Every set of ears left in the clearing shot up, and they turned their heads in the direction of their meadow. The howl sounded again, echoing around the mountains and ringing into their ears.

A Lone Howl

Part one: Howl in the Night

Chapter six

BETA AND ALPHA’S NEW pups grew quickly, and every day they became more adventurous and rambunctious. Every day they would discover a new sort of game to play, and then argue over the rules. Every day they would wander around the meadow, sticking their noses in places that they shouldn’t be in. And every day, they were scolded for trampling a piece of prey or squashing a perfectly good bed of moss.

Journey grew fond of one of them in particular very quickly; Sniff, the runt of the litter. Always the pin cushion for his sister and brother, Yap and Nibble. Always the last one to make it to greet the pack when they returned from hunting, and always trampled beneath his bigger siblings’ wild paws. Journey always made sure to stand up for the little pup, snapping at the others when they played too roughly and nudging him out of the way of being trampled.

It felt as though the days had flown by in a blur ever since the pups had been born, and before Journey knew it, they were already a full moon old.

Journey woke on a warm late summer morning from the cold, wet nose of Poplar nudging her awake. She opened her eyes and sat up, opening her jaws in a wide yawn. “Hunting,” Poplar said. Daybreak, Barley, and Ash stood behind her, and the pups wrestled between her paws. “Alpha wants you to lead a hunting party, with the pups.”

She sat up, shaking herself, sending her thick white fur rippling. With a commanding woof, she summoned the wolves around her. The pups scampered over, Sniff in the back, as always.

Journey bounded into the trees, keeping her stride slower so the pups would be able to keep up. The cool breeze of late summer whistled cheerily through the trees, sending the grass swaying and rippling the wolves’ fur. She relished in the feel of total freedom as she ran, pads skimming over the familiar ground of her home.

She slowed to a brisk trot as they neared Lightning Ledge, a low cliff where they could look over the forest and a few meadows to search for prey. She stepped onto the rough gray stone, sighing contentedly as the chill from the rock swept through her legs all the way to the back of her ears. The strange black zigzag that extended from the edge of the ledge, from which this particular cliff got its name, was beginning to warm as it absorbed sunlight.

“There’s our target,” Journey said, nodding towards a herd of white-tail deer. They were grazing lazily in a wide open meadow, made drowsy by the sun. One of the deer, a large buck with dangerous-looking antlers, was standing watch, with his dark brown back to them. Multiple deer pups were chasing each other through the meadow around their parents, flecked backs making them all the more easy to spot.

I’m sorry, but since this story ain’t Ark-related in the slightest I’m not posting it in a creature section. Believe me, were my good compatriots and I able to communicate a different way, then I would do so. =)

- President Loki

Black Ghost

Three (1/2)

Here you go, CL1

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.

ATTENTION EVERYONE!

Inevitably Ep 2 is out.

Ep 3 - 4 are on the discord already

-DTG

*horrified crying noises*

Dodo tales is ending!?

*horrified crying noises increase*

At least continue to the end of the series.

Please.

Pretty please 🥺.

*horrified crying noises increase even more*

If I’m 100% honest, I’m actually starting to feel like that with my story, as in, it’s getting boring.

-Horrified apex

Do I need to learn an engram? Pls help me

Help! i cannot ven cook a dye, it's the correct recipe

(Ark survived evolved mobile)

This dye seems resonably dead. It would be interesting to see it active, either with dtg, or a new fanfictioner.

-Spi/Spiritbird8960