Lamprey, are you talking about the message shadow tried to put in my glitching? Yeah when i glitched she was able to send messages like that. So annoying. If you can find a way to break this stupid cage then i would help you with taking over. Plus i know how to get rid of shadow.

-the dark one

Hmmm i seem to be all out. Plus i cant get anymore since shadow trapped me here. I legit cant send any messagea outside of this dye, its infuriating!

-the dark one(yes im still alive)

Hmm, it seems you grabbed a special keyboard with those symbols and banged it, and then that sentence came out. I respect that, no fish patrol here.

-Lamprey

Nice place you got here, got any body’s?

From your homicidal, human eating, mechanical fox,

-Lolbit

I KNOW, it’s so fun dude. I get to make my friend’s prom dress for this year and I’m so excited-

Her name is Sailor :D

It’s seriously so good. I’ve been doodling Fraser and Lume in my church notes the past month and they’re just so cute, I can’t-

- President Loki

Oh yikes… anxiety attacks? I’m so sorry, dude, ick. I’ll add that to my prayers.

I’ve been on and off busy haha, though school’s been nice to me with minimal stress. Finally took up fashion design (I know, a Loki being bougie with clothes, how unlikely) and that’s been fun!

Also brought a new dog home on Monday- crazy but a lot of fun!

And also reread Waning Unity and cried again

- President Loki

Oh gee, thanks so much

How Do you get the dyed color like omg

Hi Lava!

~CL1 needed more words.

Why don’t they have carcharodontosaurus pics yet lol? It has been so long since it has come out. Honestly Carcharodontosaurus is the most useful creature in ark extinction. It is relatively easy to get the materials to tame it. Surely the taming process isn’t easy but it’s easier than giga. You could tame a carcharodontosaurus at level 1 -_- even though it would be hard it is probably one of the biggest game changers in the ark maps. Like the second you spawn in make a couple spears and tame a carcharodontosaurus! You could beat your first titan in 10 ark days (considering your tamed two opposite genders on the first 2 days and breed them while taking even more) then you would be able to kill a forest titan in no time. Now sure you would have to level for the Carcharodontosaurus saddle but there are some fun ways to use the carcar as transportation without a saddle. That is another reason why it is a game changer. You could be doing more damage with it then a giga would if you had some spare dilos and unclaimed and killed them. You would be overpowered in your first days. You would probably beat the gamma king titan in 50 days if your a extremely good player. So yeah!

Why did I say this?

Because I wanted to.

-lava

(2/2 of the Canary short)

“When your prey is at its weakest …” her mother’s voice repeated, “… that’s when you go in with the killing bite.”

Canary dove at Wren, sinking her fangs into his throat. The pup writhed pitifully in her grasp, but he was too exhausted to

put up a real fight. No sooner had he given up than Canary could hear the faint bark of her mother in the distance.

“Wren! Canary! Both of you, to me, now!”

Canary tried to walk to her mother’s voice, but Wren’s larger size forced her to step with an odd waddle that would have left

her exhausted after a few steps. She tried shouting for Shrikesong, but her jaws were still trapped firmly around her brother’s

neck, so she simply stood still, waiting for Shrikesong’s tracking skill to lead her right to the pups.

She didn’t have to wait long for her mother to emerge from the brush with widened eyes. “Drop him!” She shouted, her voice

cracking.

The pure shock from the venom in her mother’s voice was enough to loosen Canary’s grip on Wren as her brother collapsed

to the ground, wheezing through oxygen-starved lungs.

Canary watched quietly, waiting for her mother to note the signs of a successful hunt and praise her on her skill. Sure,

Shrikesong would be initially upset at the sight of her injured son, but when she saw the evidence of an effective sneak

attack, the determination of the huntress, well … she couldn’t stay mad for long after that, could she?

But as Shrikesong turned to her, Canary saw no pride or understanding, only rage and malice. Behind her, Wren’s body no

longer shook with the effort of breath. The hunt was successful, but mother wasn’t happy. There was silence as Shrikesong

glared down at her living pup in deep thought, and Canary stared back with the wide-eyed desire for appreciation that would

never come.

Then, after burying Wren, mother turned and daughter followed … at a distance, of course. Even Canary knew that no adept

hunter, pup or no pup, could withstand a mother’s fury.

—————————————

She calculated her approach each time. She had done it all right, maybe a little sloppy on the execution of her drowning

idea, but overall she had done everything a hunter would have.

And still, still mother was unhappy.

At first, Canary couldn’t fathom why. The pieces fit together, so why weren’t they clicking? But watching the interactions

between her siblings and her mother, the interaction between really, anyone else at all, the truth became glaringly evident.

Even in the face of perfect form and execution, mother was unsatisfied with Canary because of Shrikesong’s own

attachment to Wren.

Attachment through true emotion was something Canary had never experienced, not because she made herself cold and

unreachable, but because she was simply incapable of understanding why any creature would endanger its future and

livelihood for another when it would do no good.

But attachment still prevailed in everyone else’s world, so mother’s anger festered against her, and Canary’s frustration grew

and contorted and darkened.

And then, so did she.

~CL1 will never let Canary die! She's my best character! (Curious now, what character is your favorite, or who you consider your best?)

Ch. 30 (2/2)

The starry

forest faded, and all was dark again untill she opened her eyes in a pool of blood and a world of pain.

Snowblind's eyes, cold and dead, stared back at her.

~CL1

Chapter Thirty (1/2)

Everything fell silent at once. The pain, the blood, Snowblind's crooked laughter; they all vanished in an instant. Everything

was bright and shimmering, bright enough that Outlander believed it should have hurt her eyes, and yet it didn't. It was like a

forest of stars, swaying in winds of a twinkling sky filled with what looked to be endless moonlight. The scene left her

breathless, awestruck and lost in that one moment. She could stay forever.

Then she remembered what had just happened only a few heartbeats ago. The blood, the pain, the screaming. She had

been murdered. She was dead.

The trees made of stars continued to beckon her, but she no longer wanted to go.

She backed away, startled by the feeling of her tail swiping over fur. She spun around met with the face of a stoic brown

wolf. "Do you recognize me?" the stranger asked. Her voice was like a wolf's song, carrying through the forest up to the sky

in a melancholy note. It was familiar, a voice that brought comforting confidence that everything would be alright. Outlander

nodded, an involuntary smile filling her face. "Yes, mother."

It was difficult to recognize her without the deep battle scars and tired eyes, but the powerful she-wolf whose teachings had

guided Outlander since her youth was still there, proud and commanding yet peaceful and patient. She looked her coywolf

daughter up and down. While she had always seen Outlander's difference, she didn't point it out with malice or disgust, only

with the intent of teaching Outlander the adjustments she would have to make to the teachings of a wolf. "You have grown

strong, little robin," she remarked, using the nickname she had given Outlander for her red coat. "I'm sorry I could not see

your first success in hunting. You know if I could have changed the past-"

"You would have shredded that mountian lion to peices," Outlander spat, bitterness against the cruelness of the world rising

in her heart.

Her mother relaxed her eyelids and set her head up a little higher, the way she did when she was about to teach Outlander

something. "Late in my life, there are few wolf traditions I believed in, but I have never stopped believing everything happens

for a reason, little robin. If I had not gone, you would not be as strong as you are now."

Outlander wanted to retaliate, still believing it all to be unfair. Then sadness overcame her anger. "Have you come to

welcome me to the Forever Grounds?" Her voice grew small as she looked around the starlit canopy above. Her mother

gave a rare smile. "You know I have always tried to protect you, to make you stronger, but though I am your mother, I was by

no means motherly. I thought you should be welcomed by a proper family member."

She turned, gliding through the trees like the silent spectre she was. Outlander passed behind her, not wanting to look at the

evidence of the end of her life all around her. Her mother stopped suddenly, telling Outlander to look forward. There was a

large open area before them, with a tall, sturdy tree at its center. A small figure lay curled under its shade. Even at this

distance, Outlander recognized Scavenger's small frame. The real Scavenger. Tears threatened to burst from her eyes, but

as she stepped forward towards the tree, her mother's tail stopped her. She looked up at her mother, crestfallen. "I can't see

her?" she choked.

Her mother shook her head. "Not yet, but soon, I promise. You still have more to do."

Confusion and anger swirled through her mind. "I don't understand!" she shouted. In the distance, Scavenger's head lifted,

turning towards the sound of Outlander's raised voice. "It isn't over yet," her mother said calmly. "Someday, you'll be brought

back here, and she'll be waiting, but for now, you have more to do. Bone needs your help as much as you need his. He

needs to be seen not as an 'it,' but a 'who.' You've given him some peice of his heart, a peice of real life, a peice he'll lose if

he continues with the massacre he's about to start."

Outlander wanted to argue, but defiance had never been an option with her mother, and this time was no different. "I don't

understand," she repeated quietly, her voice breaking with greif. The edges of her vision had begun to taper, flickering away

like a burning flame. In the background she could hear the steadily growing sound of muffled shouting and growling, the

sound of wolves in battle. "You will, my robin " her mother sighed, touching her nose to Outlander's. "I taught you to use

anger as a tool. Now you must learn what I failed to teach you."

She continued to speak, but the sounds of wolves fighting drowned her out. The moonlight slipped away, and everything

began to fade to black. Outlander called out for her mother, but her voice echoed into a shadowy, lonely abyss ...

Yay thanks :)

- President Loki

(1)

Chapter Fourteen

A chorus of crickets masked the sounds of paw-prints picking delicately through the brush under the cover of darkness.

"I still don't see what we're doing out here in the middle of the night," Snowbank growled, digging his claws into the ground

violently with every step he took. "And with HER, at that," he snarled, jerking his head in Outlander's direction.

The coywolf lowered to the ground slightly, as if making herself a smaller target for Snowbank's piercing words to hit. She

didn't understand what they were doing here either. A few hours after the pack halted its tracking mission to rest, Snowblind

and signaled for both of them to follow him away from the temporary camp.

Snowblind looked back at them over his shoulder. "We're continuing the hunt. On our own."

"What?" Snowbank sped up his pace, stopping in front of his brother. "Are you insane? We can't hunt that thing on our own!

We don't even know where we're going!"

"I saw it earlier," Snowblind said matter-of-factly as he pushed past his infuriated twin. "I know which way to go."

"And you didn't think to tell mother, or anyone else for that matter?!"

"I was going to, but large numbers will only anger it, don't you think? Less wolves will die if we look like we aren't a threat.

Besides," he said, looking at Outlander, "We have the only one he's failed to kill."

Outlander shrank into the shadows. The thought of facing that bloody creature filled her with anger, but also fear. Still, she

was grateful to be pulled from the scornful eyes of her pack as they followed her to their certain deaths. Now the moon was

their only guide as they picked through the shrubbery, hunting a monster they most certainly couldn't kill on their own.

"Coywolf, keep up," Snowbank barked back.

"She has a name," Snowblind sighed. He slowed until he was next to Outlander. "You can't walk in a straight line?" He joked,

looking at her paws. She had been struggling to keep her feet under her. "I haven't slept," she confessed.

"The nightmares again?"

"Yes," she sighed, the image of Scavenger transformed into a decayed creature entering her mind. She saw it every time

she closed her eyes. Monster elk she could handle, but she couldn't bear to see her sister turned into a horrific monster

before her very eyes. She had given up on sleep since that night, and the effects were showing.

Snowblind looked up to the moon. "My mother once told me of a green bird that visits wolves in their nightmares. If it

touches whatever is haunting you in the nightmare, you'll never have a nightmare about whatever it was ever again."

"You believe that?" Outlander lifted an eyebrow towards the skeptical wolf. He shook his head. "I'm sure there is a way,

though." He smiled at her, but not at all in a friendly way, and a realization came over Outlander. She wasn't his friend, she

was his subordinate, and he would leave her to die the second her usefulness ran out.

Nausea rose in her throat and she quickened her pace a bit. "The nightmares will fade," she said, more to herself than to

him, "once the Beast is dead.”

Chapter Eighteen

She wanted to attack, she wanted to run, she wanted to scream, but all Outlander could do was watch. The remorse and

sadness in Bone's eyes was gone, the small bit of normalcy within him set ablaze and burned away till all that stood was his

blind rage and bloodthrist.

"And you'd almost made the mistake of trusting him ... of pitying him," growled a voice in her mind. It was Scavenger's.

"Don't forget who he is. Don't forget what he's done."

Bone looked up from Snowbank's corpse, his eyes meeting hers. She tensed, preparing for the monster to attack, but the

fire disappeared and the remorse returned.

Don't forget, Scavenger's voice echoed.

"I," the beast started to say, but he was cut off by a long howl. Outlander looked back at Snowblind. The now sole heir called

out in the night, and soon his voice was joined with a chorus of howls in the distance. He lowered his head and looked down

at Bone. There was no anger, no sadness, just that same cold calculating look. "My pack," he said, "Is just a few bounds

away. If you want to waste time attacking us, go on, but when they catch you, they will not make the mistake of letting you

get to your feet again."

Bone seethed at the threat before looking at Outlander. "I didn't want this," he murmured.

Don't forget.

"Leave," she growled. "If I ever see you again, I will give my life to make you suffer."

There was hurt in the eyes of the beast, and he opened his mouth to speak, but another break of howls, much closer this

time, prodded him to turn and dash into the bushes. Outlander felt her own anger begin to fade away.

"He followed you?" Snowblind's voice in the sudden silence startled her. She looked at him. No concern for his brother was

there, leaving Outlander to wonder if he even had a heart.

She thought, choosing her words carefully. If Snowblind thought Outlander was working with Bone, he might blame her for ...

To be completely honest I meant it to sound like you kidnapped me or had a gator eat me or smth CL1 lol, ehehe you'll never find me now.

Well it seems you aren't as clever as you say Loki, bc otherwise you would already have tried infiltration if you were as clever as you say.

-Doom

STOP WITH THE FREAKING FANFICS

- - -

I’m gonna search through all the dyes to find a space- except silver, too many eyes judging me

-Nightfall the nomad

CL1 I kinda just wanna write stories, and there’s literally no space anywhere except a little in pink- the dye section is where writers hang out, and I have no where to go. Also, hi thermostat- are you new as well?

-Nightfall

Poof

:thermostat

Tiny tales: Deranged Desmodus

Once, there was a Desmodus flock situated in a cave made out of hexagonal rocks. All were different shades of red and black and brown, all except one- he was a brilliant purple and white. Unfortunately, to go with his contrasting colours he had a contrasting belief- the smaller the creature, the more blood it gave. So, when a little 2-legged creature walked into the cave with an enormous, long-spined sauropod the other bats went for said sauropod whereas the odd one out went for its rider…

As the other bats swooped down and extracted every drop of blood from the long sauropod, I nicked its rider in my talons and consumed its blood. It had tons! Millions! I kept eating and it kept giving me more until I became soooo fat and full that I dropped him and landed nearby. He was my friend! I’d never had a friend before. He put something on my back, hopped on but saw what my friends had done to his Dino. It was dead, and he told me to cloak us as we spared into the night. We flew towards an island filled with lava from other caves, down a valley made of the same hexagonal rocks my cave was made out of and he hopped off, grabbed a large boulder-stone and flew off on me. I was burnt alive, but before I went I grabbed the pursuing dragon and using my weight dragged him down where he burnt the last of me to ashes but at least my friend could escape. Even if he had just committed kidnapping children that aren’t even born yet.

-Thermostat