Dododex
ARK: Survival Evolved & Ascended Companion
Tips & Strategies
The Blood War
(A President Loki and CL1 collaboration)
Prologue (Outlander's POV)
Outlander pressed her nose to the cold ground, sniffing at a small pawprint imprinted in the damp soil. The print matched Scavenger's small stature as did the scent. She tried to pick it out of the myriad of smells that rode towards her on the wind, including the scents of her packmates around her, but an overpowering scent of decay and wolf was severley hindering her ability to track. The scent was stale, likely a wolf pack's hunting grounds a few days ago.
A gruff bark from the hill behind her caught her attention. Commander, the alpha of the small coyote pack, was glaring at her with his ears pinned back. "Back in line," he growled. "This is a hunt."
Not a game of hide and seek, Outlander finished the sentence in her head. She had been searching for Scavenger for days, and Commander always said the same thing when Outlander went looking. Her adoptive sister had gone to scout for food a week ago and hadn't returned. Outlander was determined to keep looking before rain washed the trail away, but Commander's sharp gaze narrowed further and he bared his teeth as he took a step closer.
Outlander narrowed her eyes in return and stalked up the ridge, stopping directly in front of the alpha. At this distance, she loomed over him, her size a clear indicator of what he liked to remind her. She wasn't a coyote, she was half wolf as well.
A monster under his command.
Commander stood his ground, daring Outlander to challenge him, something he knew would never come. For the longest, the pack waited in silence, watching with wide eyes to see which would snap at the other first. Then Outlander let out a frustrated puff of air and took her place in line, directly in front of the omega. Commander gave her one final look of smug triumph before leading the pack forward through the brush. As the passed, Outlander cast one last glance at the foot print in the dirt, hoping the decay she had smelled didn't belong to Scavenger's carcass.
~CL1
More Green Coloring Tips
WHY ARE THERE SO MANY BLOOD WAR TIPS
— plastic bag
Why the he'll is there an entire book written out in the 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. ☺️
Good on ghilli armor
Looks awesome
You can make this in the cooker as well
To dye your dino you will need amber crush it up depending on you dino you will need about 10 to 15 and then you put the amber dust is a moter and pestle and mix them together and then you give it to your dino and there you go good luke 👍
The Blood War
Chapter Six
Another waking nightmare, a wolf's skeleton, partially cloaked with dark, rotted skin.
He sat completely and utterly still, staring forward directly at Ashsky. A young, silver wolf stood before the beast, frozen by fear. Outlander looked around at the faces of her packmates to answer the question that had been coiling at the bottom of her stomach. The fear, the disbelief, the disgust ... that said it all.
This was no nightmare. This one was real.
Ashsky trembled a bit, clearing her throat before she barked, "Back away, Stormwind." Her quavering voice filled the still clearing. Outlander expected the beast to protest, the launch itslef forward, teeth bared, but it only stood, a silent, stone guardian keeping watch until the time to act.
"I can't..." murmered a small voice.
"Storm."
"I can't move. I can't," the poor young she-wolf whimpered. Her entire body trembled and she spoke in a whisper laced with terror.
"Please, Stormwind. Try. Please, just back away from it."
The word "it" sparked a flame within the skeletal statue. It tilted its head up slightly and as the sun shone on them, those eyes, once dead grey with boredom or exauhstion or both, suddenly shimmered a feirce blue. In one instantaneous motion, it shot the front half of its body forward, snatching Stormwind's neck in its bone jaw. Ashsky and the rest of the pack dropped into battle-stance immediately, ears pinned, tails lashing, and slobbering teeth bared, but none dared close in on the beast.
The silver wolf yelped, trying to break free of the beasts hold, to no avail. Every kick, every bite, every attempt Stormwind made had no effect, other than ruffling the beasts fur a bit. It's eyes shadowed, the blue flame that lit them dying out. It fell still into its statue-like state again. In a low voice that chilled the very air around them, emanating from some place dark and deep within, it growled, "Get rid of me..." The words didn't come out of his mouth. They didn't have to. Nothing about this creature made sense.
There was silence, then the voice boomed again, stronger ... angrier, "Get rid of me?"
"Stop this," Ashsky barked. "Let her go!"
The beast rose to its feet slowly, Stormwind still in its grip. It was a giant compared to the wolves.
Outlander had heard the stories coyote pups had scared each other with, about the death-wolf, the monster made of bones and skin that killed you if you were first to see it that day. Now realization hit her hard. Coyotes didn't bother with ghost-stories; monsters were real, and she was staring right at one.
The blue flame shone again, and the death-wolf lunged.
~CL1
The Blood War
Chapter one
Sunlight laced itself through the wisps of white cloud in the sky, the broad blue expanse high above the treetops looming wide and welcoming. A cloud of dust whirled upward from Bone’s feet as he walked, sockets grinding together as he pressed weight onto his unprotected bones that he walked upon.
“Hungry again,” he rumbled to himself in a deep voice, no more worn than it had been six years ago. Or fifty. Or four hundred. “Nothing I can do about it. Unrepentant rats…” he spoke the last part in a menacing tone, swinging his head around to stare piercingly back the way he had come. Behind him, over the broad stretch of dusty, rocky desert which reminded him of his time with Journey, lay a low inward dip, trees and earth cascading into itself to form a protected valley, where a wolf pack had settled. Apparently ungrateful to have a connection with their ancestors, they had forced him to leave their territory.
He paused his walk as he reached the shade of a twisted, scraggly tree, inhaling sharply, causing air to whip into the hollow cavern of his skull and tasting the scents that danced upon his tongue. “Time to find a new forest,” he said in fake elatedness, jaw clicking and sending a tremor through his rib cage. “Or maybe…” As he turned to look back the way he came, he let out a gentle huff. “Flesh of my flesh, ripped from my bones,” he breathed to himself. An image of the small coyote he had found a long while ago wavered into his mind. “That was a… nice place. And not… too far from here.”
Bone spun in a slow circle, thinking. “There was a wolf pack nearby. Hm, hm, yes, a wolf pack nearby. And that coyote pack…” The involuntary motion of drawing his tongue across his upper lip escaped him at the thought. “Flesh and torn body. Hmm.”
With a swish of his battered tail, he turned and set off at a quick lope in the direction of the forest his mind had dare remind him of. In the direction of wolves who appreciated him; or, at least, pretended to. In the direction of a coyote pack he had stalked nearly two years prior.
In the direction of blood and flesh.
- President Loki
So idk why the industrial cooker in mobile makes it into like yellow and blue dye can someone help?