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ARK: Survival Evolved & Ascended Companion
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Nothing Special
Eight (the last one)
Cliff was white from age with a limp in his hind leg. He padded slowly through the forest that he had grown up in, looking around quietly as he went for an evening walk.
He had found a mate after becoming alpha, a light brown wolf named Poppy. She had given birth to two rounds of his pups, ten in all; six the first time, four the second.
Tree Frog and Fern had died due to a grizzly bear a few years ago, leaving only Vulture left alive out of his siblings. He had gone blind recently and retired from hunting of any kind, as well as stepping down from his role as beta. He had to admit, it was unusual, not having Vulture there to help with choices for the pack.
He followed a familiar trail that led to a low cliff surrounded by ferns. As he sat down on the smooth rock ledge, he heard rustling behind him. Turning his head, his breath caught in his throat as he saw what he had thought was impossible.
Bone stood in front of him. He wasn’t an astral figure like visitors from the Forever Grounds; his eyes and fur were worn from age, pupils dull from life. His fur hadn’t grayed with age, and his throat gaped open in the same way that it had when Cliff ripped it from him. As he stepped closer, Cliff saw that his forelegs were ripped up, skin and fur missing to reveal the eerie whiteness of his bones underneath, as was the case with his lower jaw. Now his name truly was fitting.
“H-how-?” he began, but Bone let out a snarl that silenced him. “The ancestors decided that I should be resurrected,” he growled. His voice was the same as before, slightly rough but just like Cliff remembered it. How he was speaking with his throat gaping wide open, didn’t know. “Decided that, in case there were more born with powers like mine, I could be there to help train them instead of leaving them to figure it out alone like I had to.”
He didn’t let Cliff say anything before continuing. “Why did you kill me?” he asked, voice vibrating with emotion. Cliff wasn’t sure what to say. “Out of jealousy? You couldn’t let me be high in the rankings?”
“You… I… you were going to take the role as alpha,” Cliff said finally, studying his brother’s face. It held nothing but sadness and hurt.
“No, I wasn’t,” he said, voice shaking. “I never wanted to be high in the rankings. I didn’t want to be the center of attention. I never asked for celestial powers beyond comprehension that I have to live with for the rest of my life. I would’ve been just as happy as the omega, low in the ranks, at the very bottom, if it meant that you payed any attention to me. I didn’t want to be the alpha, I didn’t want to be the best. What I wanted was my BROTHER. I would have stood at your side and let you rule, used my powers to help you serve best as I could.
“When I got powers, of course I was terrified and excited at the same time. But I thought… well, I HOPED, that maybe because I got higher in the ranks that you would notice me. I was pleading to the ancestors that you would even look my way. More than anything, I just wanted you here. I wanted my brother, my real brother. I NEEDED MY BROTHER.”
Suddenly he lashed out, driving Cliff into the ground and holding him there, his head hanging over the edge of the low ledge. He twisted around to look up at Bone, who now stood over him, claws digging into his shoulders. “But you aren’t my brother. You aren’t. Brothers would never do that. So I want you to remember something when you arrive in the Forever Grounds like I did the day that you killed me. I want you to remember that it wasn’t your brother who killed you.”
Bone lowered his head and ripped out Cliff’s throat in one swift movement, the same way that Cliff had done it years ago. “It was rage itself.”
- President Loki
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<:NE- you know what? My fingers are tired… I claim for rebellion, GOODBYE ✌️
Thank you, WWT! I posted the rest at the same time as the first five… there should be eight… but I don’t know where they went. Anybody see them? Do I have to repost them?
Mobius, did you do this? Did they cause a Nexus event somehow?? Am I just really tired???????
Someone give me answers.
Please.
- RAGE ITSELF- I mean… BONE, COME GET YOUR DERANGED ALTER PERSONALITY!
- President Loki
Hey! I’m back. I haven’t been on as of late but I’m here now!
-President Loki.
For the love of everything, if you can't spell "write" correctly you have no right to be insulting people with the ability to spell -_-
~CL1
Hi Im Ghost. If u want more dyes get the new update. Btw Fuschia coloring is for us fan fictioners. Feel free to come and write your stories or chat there.
-Ghost.
President Loki,
I read your story about Cliff and his pack. I don’t understand the ending. Bone was always the nice brother. I think he should have forgave Cliff. You’re stories are usually very good but I’m gonna be honest. I didn’t really like this one. Cliff said himself that bone was the runt. Why would he try to overthrow Cliff? It doesn’t make sense to me.
-kittycat 7.
huh this is brown not bright orange???????
Okay, our brains are much more similar than I first thought... what you just described for Folds of Insanity sounds like what I was thinking.
Hehe... heh...
~CL1 may be a little freaked out.
(P.S.) I kindly request Canary gets a small cameo or something. She is DEFINENTLY in the Opposite lol.
Nothing Special
Three
They were three months old now, and growing faster than ever. Cliff sat just outside of their sleeping den, watching Fern and Vulture wrestle. Tree Frog was crouched nearby, watching them with narrowed eyes, her light gray pelt a silhouette in the shadows.
The longer that Cliff spent around his little siblings and the longer that their personalities swelled and grew and formed, the more of a leader he became. Not only a leader, but a peace-keeper and a rule enforcer.
Vulture was the closest to him. He was still slim, more like a cat than a wolf with his lengthy and wiry body. He loved to wrestle and assert his dominance over his sisters, but never dared challenge Cliff.
Fern was becoming muscular and wasn’t one to let Vulture win a fight. She respected all of her siblings, and ensured that all of them were included, even little Bone. She was probably the only one who interacted consistently with their littlest brother.
Tree Frog was quiet and calculative. That could be a dangerous issue with challenging him for the alpha role one day, but she wasn’t very strong and lost every wrestling match that she initiated with her siblings.
And then there was Bone… Cliff looked over at him, sitting beside their mother, listening to her stories of the ancestors AGAIN. Even after all five of them had started learning to hunt and gotten more food, Bone hadn’t filled out. He was still skinny, but not in a natural way like Vulture. His ribs showed occasionally through his fur, and if he arched his back enough, the ridges of his spine were visible. All that he cared about were the stories that their mother told; he never wanted to join their wrestling, or even their conversations. None of Cliff’s siblings liked him, but Fern made a point to be kind.
Cliff narrowed his eyes as he watched Bone, looking up at their mother with wide blue eyes, listening intently to every detail of her story. So what, he decided, if his little brother didn’t want to play fight? That gave him less of a chance being able to fight well in a challenge for the alpha role.
It was fine if Bone wanted to waste his life listening to stories of their dead relatives. He was nothing special, anyways.
- President Loki
Nothing Special
Two
Cliff’s mother had told him that soon they would get to leave the den and explore the rest of their little camp, and meet the rest of their family. Only mother entered the den, her dark brown and gray fur soft and full of familiar scents, as well as new ones.
Vulture pawed at her throat as she laid inside with them, pushing his snout against her windpipe until she opened her jaws and regurgitated the hunks of meat that made up their meal. Each of Cliff’s siblings tackled the food, writhing to reach the warm, saliva-coated flesh first and eat their fill. And there was Bone, shoved to the back and avoiding his siblings’ scuffles as they battled for their mouthfuls.
Fern shoved Vulture off of another piece of their meal, taking it in her own little jaws and maneuvering her way over to Bone, where she dropped it at his feet. Their little brother mustered a smile of thanks and dove into eating, swallowing quickly before sidling away, hiding between their mother’s strong front legs.
“Enough, Vulture,” she scolded, pushing him away with her nose. “You’ve had your fill. Give your brothers and sisters a chance to eat, too.”
“Can you tell us a story about the ancestors?” came Bone’s quiet voice from where he laid in his safe spot. Cliff had to keep himself from rolling his eyes: that was all Bone wanted to hear about were ancestors, ancestors, ancestors. He never wanted to hear about the outside world, or their family, or hunting. Always the ancestors.
Their mother smiled, nodding. “Of course, little Bone,” she said gently. “Of course.”
- President Loki