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ARK: Survival Evolved & Ascended Companion
Tips & Strategies
The Blood War
Chapter Thirty-one
Teeth dug into the back of Bone’s neck, causing him to scream. He bucked, attempting to dislodge his attacker, but to no prevail. Blood was running from the gashes in his neck and sides, which gave him quite the surprise: he still had blood flow, so that meant that he could still die.
He lashed out, kicking his attacker off of his back, only for another wolf to tackle him to the ground. His head hit the dirt with a considerably loud crack, and he lay still for a long moment, mind whirling, vision blurring. Pain engulfed his body as the wolf stood on top of him, claws pinning him by the neck. He fought back the rage that was swelling inside of him, trying to shove it away. These wolves wouldn’t be able to survive if his rage took control.
But he lost the grip on sanity a heartbeat later. His eyes sharpened, pupils dilating until they were specks of black. His jaw set, teeth clenching together, and he surged up, swinging his paws down and breaking the wolf that had been pinning him earlier’s skull. They dropped dead, and the wolves around him backed away, but his rage swelled and he lunged.
Within a few moments, five other wolves were strewn across the grass, their blood dripping from his fur and staining his paws. As he turned to lunge at yet another target, something warm pressed against his side. Pivoting, flashing his teeth, he found himself staring at Outlander.
His breath caught in his throat as he saw her. The bleeding from her neck had stopped, but she still stood with tremendous pain in her eyes. His jaw trembled, the rage melting away to the back of his mind, his pupils rounding.
“Are you just going to stand there?” she asked sarcastically, wincing. Bone ducked his head, pressing his forehead to hers, closing his eyes. “Opposites, you’re alive,” he whispered, voice trembling. As he opened his eyes again, she took a step back, smiling up at him.
“Did you think that Snowblind could kill me so easily?” she asked offendedly, eyes glittering. “Of course I’m alive. I wouldn’t let you finish this alone.” Slowly, Outlander looked around the clearing, where wolves were standing back, pacing around their dead comrades and trying to find a weak spot on Bone. She closed her eyes, taking a deep breath. “What are you doing, Bone?” she asked finally, looking back at him. His ears folded back, and he opened and closed his mouth hesitantly.
“I- they wanted- they wanted to fight-” he sputtered, before falling silent as she shook her head. “You wanted to save them,” she said softly. “So save them.” She paused for a moment, before adding with a smile, “Bloom, Bone.”
He groaned softly, rolling his eyes, before looking towards where Ashsky stood. “I killed Snowblind because he killed Phantasm,” he told her, twitching his ears as he felt blood running from the cuts and bite marks along his back and neck. “When Phantasm arrived in the Forever Grounds, she demanded that Snowblind be killed for his actions, so I was sent.” He took a step towards the beta, but stopped, keeping his distance. “What you don’t know about your feared Bone Beast is that I’m a messenger for the ancestors. I carry messages to various packs, delivering omens and helping teach those who have the ability to do the same.” He paused, looking back at Outlander, knowing that whatever he admitted to these wolves, she would hear as well. She’s probably already figured it out herself, he thought quietly. She’s smart enough to have connected all of the pieces. And that’s why I like her, he realized.
“I also have a constant fight with myself,” he said, looking back to Ashsky. “The real me versus the rage. When the rage manages to take over, wolves get hurt. I’ve killed countless others just because I can’t control myself with all of my pain, all of my built-up exhaustion.” He closed his eyes briefly, bowing his head in guilt. “It’s like there are two of me, the good and the bad, who are constantly at war with each other. Like there’s more than one voice in my head.”
Looking up again, he met Ashsky’s eyes. “If you let me, I will leave and never come back. I’ll never talk with any of you again.” His eyes slowly wandered to Outlander, standing behind him. She could have run away the moment he turned his back, but she hadn’t.
“Including you,” he murmured, turning his head to scan the surrounding wolves. “You can live in peace, and elect a new alpha, whoever you choose. I’ll stay far away from your pack, your territory, and your lives.”
He looked at each of them in turn, before turning his head and meeting Outlander’s eyes. They exchanged a knowing glance, and Bone whispered in a sad voice: “This will be the last time I ever see you.”
Bone looked back to Ashsky. “So,” he murmured finally, forcing a confident smile despite the way his heart was breaking. “What do you say?”
- President Loki
More Green Coloring Tips
WHY ARE THERE SO MANY BLOOD WAR TIPS
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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?