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ARK: Survival Evolved & Ascended Companion
Tips & Strategies
Swamp guy is it ok if I make a person who can speak to animals or would that be to much of a rip off
More Green Coloring Tips
Use this it’s the best color in the game. Armor,doors you name it
to the person who needed help: make sure you’re using the correct number of berries AND charcoal. put only 9 amar, 9 azul and 2 charcoal (or multiply everything by the amount you want) and this will yield x5 green dye. ☺️
You have to put the exact amount !!!!!!!
Or else you’ll end up with blue you can’t multiply it I trod I ended up with blue 😭
The Blood War
Chapter seventeen
Journey’s face was there and then gone on the white wolf that lunged at him. This was not her; this was Snowbank, a rabbit pretending to be a wolf. His jaws widened as he plummeted towards him, paws outstretched. Outlander was shouting his name, but not in attempt to save Bone; this coywolf would never save him. She was, despite not liking the alpha heir, trying to save Snowbank.
So don’t kill him, his mind said. Prove you’re not a monster. Bloom, Bone. BLOOM, IDIOT! BLOOM!
He dodged away from Snowbank’s snapping jaws a split-second before the wolf reached him. He hit the ground running, spinning on his heels and leaping again, this time landing his blow and knocking Bone backwards. His head and shoulders were pinned to the dirt before he could regain his breath, but as Snowbank went to kill him, he seemed to hesitate.
“There isn’t a throat to rip, is there?” he snarled almost mockingly. He surged out from under him, kicking him away with one powerful blow to the neck. Snowbank staggered back, focus fading from his eyes. Outlander made no move to save him, made no move to attack; she simply stood, her eyes wide. “Kill him,” her eyes seemed to command. “Prove that you’re a monster. Slaughter another innocent soul.”
NO! Bone’s head shouted as he spun away from Snowbank’s violent attacks again. As he lurched backwards, a flash of white caught in the corner of his eye. Snowblind.
“Brother!” Snowblind shouted as Snowbank rammed into Bone with full force, sending him tumbling into a tree. “Brother, stop! He’s too dangerous to attack alone!”
Bone’s vision faltered. Smears of blood flickered in and out of his line of sight, and he saw the twisted body of a corpse. A corpse that he had taken the life of.
He surged up, rage instilling him. He loomed over Snowbank, and beneath him, he saw the heir tremble.
Teeth plunged into Snowbank’s throat, and a heartbeat later his innards were open to the air. Blood pumped from the wound like a garden hose, and Bone planted a paw on the wolf’s head. The crunch of a skull crushing inward echoed through the forest, and blood, for the millionth time, smudged his fur.
His eyes drifted upward and met Outlander’s.
- President Loki
Why is the boarder color literally N E O N
The Blood War
Chapter Thirty-Two
The wolves had decided on electing Ashsky alpha almost immediately. She had proven her loyalty and dedication to the pack, as well as her sound judgement and good intentions. With Bone's approval of the situation, they began dragging their dead away to be buried, leaving Snowblind's body alone for the elements and vultures to have as a final disrespect to the vile, would-be alpha.
Bone hesitantly helped them bury the fallen, a final proof that he was not the monster they feared, and as he padded back to Snowblind's body to drag it out of the camp he looked back up at Outlander. What had he said? This would be the last time she saw him? As he bent down to grab Snowblind's scruff, she stopped him. "Bone," she called, motioning for him to come to her. The bleeding from her neck had stopped, but her shattered ribs still cried out in pain, and she was hesitant to disturb them. He padded forward, hanging head low. "Sit," she said, tapping her tail on the ground next to her.
"I need to get this carcass out of here," he protested. "It will attract scavengers if-"
She rolled her eyes and groaned theatrically, "Just sit." He grumbled, but gave in with a sigh and sat next to her. "Happy?" He murmered. They watched the sun begin to retreat from its high throne, making its way to the hills in the distance where it would rest. Outlander thought back to what her mother had said. "You are not an 'it,' Bone. You are a 'who," she said with finality.
Bone made no sound, but Outlander could have sworn she had seen the slightest break of a tear in his eye. "You have a heart, a mind, and a soul just like any other wolf. You aren't a monster at all ... I think it's taken me too long to truely realize that." There was silence for a moment more as the sun met the ground. "There is," Bone said after a while, "one last thing I need to do." He placed a rough skeletal paw on her head lightly and lowered her head to the ground. "Close your eyes," he said. Outlander obeyed, noticing everything had begun to sound far away. "And dream."
Outlander found herself greeted by the astral forest once again. "Hello?" She called out.
"Outlander," a voice called from behind her. She turned to see Bone, or at least what she believed to be Bone. His skin and fur were completely intact and his voice, while still low and gravely, didn't have the rasp years of wear had put on his lungs. He looked ALIVE. "Bone?" she murmured in awe. "Welcome to the Forever Grounds," he said with a smile. He turned and padded off quickly, shouting, "Follow me!" over his shoulder. Her short legs struggled to keep pace with giant bounds of the mythical wolf. As she ran pasts she could see whisps of ghost wolves running along side her, a magnificent phantom pack howling at the moon.
Bone pulled her aside from the phantom chase, leading her to a familiar spot. She could see the large tree in the distance, and Scavenger still sat under it, speaking with a two other coyotes. "I made her a promise," Bone said, looking down at Outlander, "that I would keep you safe, and that once I had done what the ancestors had asked, I would reunite you." Tears, set on her eyelids, and the thought occuring to her to say something she should have said many times before. "Thank you." She ran into the glade, stopping before the tree. All three coyotes turned to her before the two strangers said farewell to Scavenger and padded away into the forest of stars.
Now Scavenger alone sat under the tree. Outlander couldn't bring herself to move forward as she thought how she had betrayed her sister and allied with her enemy. "Outlander," the coyote said, her voice bringing comfort like her mother's. "All has been forgiven," she said, seemingly reading Outlander's thoughts. A smile broke across her face as she greeted her sister for the first time in many years. Scavenger touched her forhead to Outlander's before looking back to Bone. "Thank you for honoring your promise," she called. He nodded from the distance, silently.
"He really is quite sweet, isn't he, when he isn't bent on killing you?" Scavenger said with a laugh. Outlander looked at her fearsome guardian. A white wolf she didn't recognize had appeared next to him. "He's hurting," she said quietly to Scavenger. "He has been for a long time."
"So have you," Scavenger remarked sincerely. "That grudge you held with him was not on my behalf, but yours. You were alone, and you blamed him."
Outlander's ears pinned as the truth shot like daggers into her heart. "Why are you telling me this?" she asked, quietly.
"Because you aren't alone," Scavenger laughed her eyes sparkeling with mirth, "You never have been, so you can finally let go of this burden you've been holding on to." She looked back to the hill where Bone and the white wolf were speaking. "He isn't the only one that needed to bloom," she said with a smile that melted Outlander's resentment. "You've both made it, you've both bloomed."
~CL1
The Blood War
Chapter Twenty-three
The herd of elk broke from the trees, pounding quickly with deadly hooves in their direction, before either of them could even blink. Flashes of wolves pursuing them were faintly visible as they escaped the tree line, but the pack quickly peeled off, leaving the elk to run alone, straight towards Outlander and Bone.
“Curses!” Bone shouted, taking a step back, and then another. “Flea-ridden rotting rats! Opposite-fleshed bats of-” he was interrupted of his shouting as Outlander rammed herself into him. “Yelling isn’t helping!” she barked. “Run!”
The elk were upon them in a few passing heartbeats, giving them barely any time to shift where they stood. The lead buck, rack of antlers towering and hooves sharp, bore down on top of them with the others close behind. Bone launched up from his place beside Outlander, teeth gnashing over the elk’s throat and causing it to collapse.
He dodged away as the now-dead prey collapsed to the ground, barely pulling himself away in time. Outlander was already running, bounding for the distant tree line where Bone had come from earlier. He followed, dodging around pounding hooves and avoiding their stomping legs, breath coming quick and painful.
An elk bore down suddenly on Outlander paces ahead of him, sharp hooves looming above her, coming down to bring her death. With a burst of speed he lunged, catching her by the scruff and shoving her away from the prey-turned-predator, just as hooves crushed down on the back half of his spine.
A piercing cry leapt from his jaws as he was driven into the ground, pinned by the heavy weight of the elk, sharp hooves digging into his flanks and back. In barely a passing moment the weight was gone, leaving him pressed painfully to the earth. Through the pounding of his own ears and the hooves around him he could hear Outlander cry his name, but he was only dimly aware.
Bone managed to pull himself to his feet, feeling the sting of blood lace itself into his fur. Elk were dodging around him now, or at least trying to; occasionally a kick would strike him in the sides or jaw, leaving his ears ringing and pain stinging his body.
Outlander’s side, warm and full of life, suddenly pressed against his as she urged him the rest of the way, into the outskirts of the trees. The elk continued their stampede, the last of them disappearing into the forest on the opposite side of the field, leaving them alone.
That’s when Bone wobbled on his feet and collapsed into the dirt.
- President Loki
The Blood War
Chapter Twenty-Two
Outlander stared at the field before her, her heartbeat blending in with the roar of the rain on the landscape. She looked back over her shoulder where two wolves sat, blocking the path back home. They had led her here on Snowblind's orders, and though she wasn't exactly sure what the purpose of her being here was, she had a good idea. Snowblind could read it on her face. Her fear betrayed her, and knowing what she did, he couldn't let her live, so he sent her out on an "assignment," escorted by two of his most trusted guards. There was no description, no orders, but it didn't matter. Outlander knew what this assignment was about.
Her usefulness had run out, and so had her time.
Her escorts snarled, pushing her into the field. "This is where you go alone," one of them growled. Outlander looked back at the field. It was innocent-looking, but Snowblind was clever. There could be an ambush at any second. It would only take a few wolves to put her down quickly.
As she stepped out from the cover of the trees and the heavy raindrops pelted her like fragments of ice, Outlander looked up at the sky. She couldn't see the stars through the rain, but she knew they were there. Her mother had told her that wolves saw the stars as their ancestors and loved ones, passed on to a place in the sky where they looked down on the living. Outlander didn't understand, nor did she believe it, but as she walked to her certain death, she couldn't help hoping it was true.
"Mother," she murmered, hardly able to hear herself over the slap of raindrops on mud, "If you're up there, please, send help. Send someone, something..."
"Outlander?"
It was a hiss in the night, easy to miss. Outlander looked around, her eyes catching the immistakable skeletal frame of a wolf caked in mud across the field.
"Well," she grumbled to her mother's invisible ghost, "You certainly have a sense of humor."
But as Bone approached, and it became clear that he was not the bloodthirsty beast but the tired, sad old wolf, she found she could hold no anger or resentment. She felt only relief. In a world where everyone was turning against her at every second, Bone was the only truely transparent soul she had met thus far, and right now, he was her only chance at safety.
"Wait!" She hissed across the field. He stopped suddenly, his ears pricked and alert. Outlander scanned the field. Still no sign of an ambush. "Be careful."
After a moment of strange silence, Bone spoke. "I'm here about Snowblind, not you," he said, daring to step closer. Outlander winced at every cracked branch, waiting to leapt upon by Snowblind's executioners, but the attack never came. "Phantasm appeared in the Forever Grounds," he continued. "She said Snowblind killed her."
Outlander nodded. "He lured her towards an angry bear," she said, looking around in paranoia. "He sent me here, to kill me. He knows I know."
"But why-"
Bone stopped suddenly. "What is that?"
Outlander pricked her ears. Over the constant drone of raindrops, a sound like thunder was rising slowly and steadily. She looked around, catching movement on the ridge above. "A herd of elk..." she trailed off in disbelief.
A stampede? For one measely coywolf?
Then she looked at Bone, the unkillable myth. A few wolves wouldn't get rid of him, but a thousand thundering hooves might. He had been following Outlander all this time, and Outlander had thought back to the night of Snowbank's death.
"He came to speak to you," echoed Snowblind's words.
"Snowblind," she murmered bitterly. "Ever so clever."
The alpha may not have known Bone would be there, but he had certainly counted on it.
~CL1
The Blood War
Chapter Twenty-one
Rain pounded down from the angry sky above, fat droplets pattering against the leaves of trees and underbrush and turning the dirt to mud. Bone padded silently, tail whisking behind him, mud riding up his legs as he unintentionally kicked it up into the hollow cavern of his stomach. He wasn’t really sure where he was going; back in the general direction of the wolf pack, but indirectly, rather unsure of why he was returning.
The previous night, as he had dreamed and visited the ancestors within the Forever Grounds, Phantasm had arrived. The gray of age and the haunted look of death over time was gone from her; only a powerful, young wolf remained, as it did with every ancestor who joined the Wolves of the Stars. And her first words to any of them had been: “Snowblind did this. He killed me. He needs to pay.”
Had Bone been sent to make Snowblind pay? Yes. The ancestors had discussed the matter before returning to him, offering- basically ordering- for him to return to the pack and set things straight. Bone was still on the fence about it; he had caused so much death for this pack already. But deep down he knew that having Snowblind as an alpha would only cause more. So even though he knew the right thing to do, he dragged his feet, walking slowly through the rain-beaten forest, trying to think of any way possible that he would be able to avoid killing the manipulative white wolf. And yet, nothing came: he knew that it was the only option.
The dark clouds had rolled away by twilight, revealing the bold night sky overhead, illuminated with the light of ancestors, and leaving the fields and forests dripping. Bone stood in the center of a wide-open field, grass laden with water droplets, freckled with brightly-colored flowers which were also drooping at the time.
He let out a sigh, a small cloud of water particles stirring away from his jaw. He really didn’t have to rest; he had been doing plenty of that recently, as he wallowed in his guilt, but he was making this excursion take as long as possible.
But why was he? The truth was, he didn’t know.
As he forced himself to the ground, laying with mud-painted limbs outstretched on his side, he heard the faintest rustle of movement. Bone sat up, poking his head just above the line of bowing, pale green blades which reflected starlight with their loads of water.
On the far side of the field, padding warily yet quickly out of the forest, he saw a honey-red figure, resembling a wolf. Silhouetted by the disc of a moon overhead, the wolf’s ears were larger than most, and she looked relatively short. Bone’s heart stopped.
“Outlander?” he breathed softly into the chilly air. But, in the clear night wind, sound carried far, because her head snapped up and stared in his direction.
- President Loki
The Blood War
Chapter nineteen
Growing up, Bone had adored stories of heroes and wolves of the stars. Their smiles bright, eyes alight with wisdom as they padded through their eternal home, visiting descendants within dreams. His mother had always told him of their magical abilities; wolves who possessed powers, who were capable of both protecting the entire mass of wolf humanity, and killing every enemy they had in seconds. “I'll be like them!” he had said in his young years. “I'll be a hero!” And his mother had always laughed and said, “I'm sure you will, my dear. You'll be the bravest of them all.”
Now, as Bone lay collapsed within the arching roots of an oak tree with the residue of tears creasing his face, he felt far from that. Far from a hero; far from anything good. He was a murderer, a mercenary to his demand. He was a destroyer of lives and a thief of hope. He was the villain.
“I tried,” he choked out to himself, his entire body quaking. “I tried to fix things. You saw that I did. But I can’t do anything right, can I? I only make things worse. Nothing I do helps.”
The whisk of a tail sounded beside him. Small, dark paws pattered gently over the dirt as his company sat down beside him. “Do you know what I heard in that sentence?” Nightshade asked him. Bone lifted his head with a heavy sigh, half-glaring up at him without replying.
“I,” he said, ears swiveling. “You said “I” a lot. That’s the problem with you, Bone: you think so much about yourself.” He eased himself down, his dark eyes studying Bone’s face. “You’ve made mistakes. We all have. But you’re always so concerned about yourself- I’ve killed again, I’ve hurt again, I’ve done this again- that you’re blind to others. When your rage takes over, you’re blind; and perhaps when you’re blind is when you truly see.”
“I really hate you ancestors, sometimes,” he growled, narrowing his eyes. His ears folded back in frustration, and Nightshade barked a laugh. “I know,” he agreed, grinning. “We’re so amazingly wise, with our weird ways of saying things.”
Bone sat up, spine stiffening from overuse. “Is that what being dead does to you? Makes you speak in riddles?” He wrinkled his snout. “If that’s the case, I’ll pass, please.”
Nightshade rose to his feet, shaking out his dark, misty pelt. “Look. You’re seven hundred years old. You’re way past changing yourself, but that doesn’t mean you don’t have the chance to change others. You have a very unique opportunity, Bone. You have the chance to save so many lives and help so many wolves. But you have to take that step.
“I’m not telling you to take that leap,” he continued, inclining his eyebrows slightly. “That is your decision and yours alone. But nothing is going to change until you do.” Nightshade dipped his head in goodbye, and his figure shimmered before disappearing. Bone was left alone in the forest, surrounded by birdsong and the chatter of countless insects. He took a deep breath, closed his ice-colored eyes, and collapsed into the dirt to think.
- President Loki