Stars Of Hope: Spirits Of Stars

Chapter 4

Cloud ran as fast as she could away from the stone structure eyes full of fear she turned her head and saw Jungle was not there, “JUNGLE?! WHERE ARE YOU?!” She exclaimed her voice full of panic as she thought Jungle was caught by the humans her eyes full of fear of losing her friend. She looked around rapidly she saw Jungle and rushed over she was knocked out again, “SPIRITS OH SPIRITS WHY!” She said picking up her friend gently dragging Jungle. She spotted the den she was given shelter by the wolf like creature she clenched her jaw as she leapt for the den with Jungle in her jaw she gently set her down and looked at her friend. A medium sized like thing with red at the end of it she carefully grabbed the object with her jaw she carefully pulled it out and dropped it ‘what is this?’ She thought curiosity filled her eyes and thoughts. She heard paw steps her ears flicked and then perked up and she turned her head looking at the darkness outside the forest looked haunted, dark, and gloomy her eyes widened ‘what happened why do I hear paw steps wait don’t tell me its..’ she clenched her jaw in fear. She cautiously stepped out when she did a bright red light filled the forest and then it dimmed she looked up ‘A BLOOD MOON?!’ She thought horror filled her light blue eyes ‘no… this is not good that explains the… THOSE SPIRITS!’ She thought panic filled her mind when she thought of the black wolf like creature her head started to spin as she raced to the den again it felt like it was moving away she pushed herself past her limits and leapt into the den. She rolled on the cold ground mud and dirt covering her white fur Jungle seemed to be waking up now she let out a slight sigh of relief she sighed to late a spirit came up behind Jungle. Cloud froze and leapt at the spirit everything went black ‘is this the end? Am I being possessed?!’ She thought in panic as she was floating in a dark void a pair of orange eyes appeared as the eyes got closer a chill went down her spine as she stared in disbelief at the eyes is was the cat like creature from her youth who she saw die with her own eyes. Her eyes filled with panic, “what am I doing here?!” She said voice full of panic as the cat got closer its orange pelt stained with the blood of when they died, “yours in the realm of sleep and dreams walk with me Clouded…” the cat said using her tail to guide cloud to somewhere. Cloud reluctantly followed her eyes full of worry as she walked through the black void she saw a light and spirits gathered around someone…

-Sylveevee

The Island- Chapter VII

Day Nine…

4:47am

Marcel awoke early that morning, bleary eyed and tired.

He sat up, yawning, and reluctantly pulled himself out of is sleeping bag. That morning was chilly and damp, and Marcel watched the sunrise as he stretched. He looked to his left and saw Magnus curled up in a ball on top of Ghost. Both were sleeping. Marcel chuckled to himself, and prepared a breakfast of cold meat and berries.

Once he was done breakfast, he walked onto the beach. Stripping off his clothes, he walked into the water and bathed himself. As Marcel stood up, he saw his pile of clothes was rustling. Just then a small, feathery dinosaur head poked out from his shirt and looked at him dead in the eyes. The dinosaur screamed and leapt from the clothes pile, sprinting away with Marcel’s pouch of food.

“Oh you’ve gotta be KIDDING me”, Marcel shouted as he ran out of the water and grabbed a spear leaning against his house. He sprinted down the beach, buck naked, after the animal. The dinosaur twisted and turned, and jumped into the water of the inlet. Marcel swam after it and chased the dinosaur into dry land. Once he was close enough, he threw the spear full force at the dinosaur holding the pouch. It struck the dinosaur and it shrieked and fell.Marcel jogged over to the fallen animal and yanked his pouch of of its small arms. The first thing Marcel noticed about the creature is how…strange it looked. It had a small head with a beak, its back was humped and it had quill like feathers all down its head and back, with a long tail. As Marcel observed the creature, he saw something that surprised him, then shocked him, and then terrified him. There was a leather strap wrapped around the dinosaur’s -one that he now recognized as a pegomastix- neck. A collar. The dinosaur had a collar.

Marcel was in total shock. The fact this pegomastix had a collar on meant that it was domesticated, and for it to be domesticated meant…there were other humans. He wasn’t alone. He looked at the collar again and noticed etched into the leather read, “Chaz”. Now Marcel felt bad. He had just killed someone’s pet. As the knowledge he had just learned dawned on him. He heard a snarl from behind him. This was no dilo. Marcel had learned to tell apart the different animal calls he sometimes heard while going about his business. This wasn’t anything he recognized. He turned around slowly, spear in hand, to face whatever was behind him. A dinosaur was standing twenty feet away, not moving and not breaking eye contact with Marcel.

The dinosaur was six feet tall (Marcel knew this because he was about 5’ 10”, and the dinosaur was slightly taller than he) and about thirteen feet along. Its skin was dark, dark brown, and it had striking blue feathers atop its head. It had a blue stripe running from behind its eye to the tip of its tail, of which the tip was covered in feather as well, as were the forearms of the beast. Its eyes were orange, with cat-slits for pupils. Worst of all, its mouth was full of razor sharp teeth, and its arms and legs had deadly claws on them. Marcel only had to look for six seconds to tell this was a Raptor. He backed away slowly, and the Raptor chirped, the feathers on its head standing on end. Then it charged. Marcel raised his spear but it was too late, the Raptor was on top of him. Marcel fell on his back as the dinosaur landed on him and tried biting his fact. He raised his spear for protection but it did nothing, the Raptor was too close. He then felt a burning pain across his stomach. Marcel looked down in horror as he realized: the Raptor had cut him open. The Raptor then slashed its claws again Marcel’s chest and he fell to the ground. He felt the Raptor roll him over onto his back, and he felt something press against his back, and he then realized it was the dinosaur’s foot. Please make it quick. Please. He thought. There was a sharp pain in the back of Marcel’s head and everything went black.

I’m so sorry for the wait everyone, I e been really busy lately. I hope to get chapter VIII out soon! Check angler for chapter VI and check araneo for chapter VIII

~Jerrald

Ark: Object of Extinction

Chapter One: Liftoff

3078 AD. Humanity has advanced in the last millennia. Guns are a thing of the past. Countries rely on the brute destruction of nuclear bombs to crush their enemies. Only seven countries survived a little incident the government likes to call, The Purge. The Purge took place in 2045. On April 14th 2045(now Arnu 7th 2045) The USA and The UK(now TUR, The United Republic) teamed up, and created over 200 nuclear missiles. (Only 25 of which actually detonated correctly) The United Republic then launched the nuclear missiles across Africa, South America, Asia, and Australia. Seventy five percent of Europe was wrecked by earthquakes originating from the nuclear bombs impact. Not long after that, TUR gained control over the last seven countries, Russia, The USA, The UK, Germany, The remains of Western Australia, Egypt, and Canada. Which then brings us to present day Britain, Arnu 7th, 3078. The 1033 anniversary of The Purge, and according to TUR’s scientists, the end of the world.

A thick fog hung in the air. It felt as if I was underwater, nearly choking me. Nevertheless I stood alongside my fellow officers. The civilians stood right beside the platform that we stood on. Which made their screaming and hollering a lot harder to drown out. “Next.” The announcer called. The line shuffled forward. The officer behind me looked to the side, a long row of white pods sat there, waiting to be launched. “You really believe they’re going to let us on these?” He asked. “They seem to be letting the ones ahead of us in, so there’s a fifty percent chance we’ll get in. Hopefully.” I replied. “Next.” The announcer called again. The line moved forward. A hissing sound arose. Followed by a loud bang. More smoke shot around us. “I swear I just saw another civilian drop dead in that crowd.” The officer behind me commented. “Better them then us.” I said. “You don’t really believe that, do you?” The officer asked. I shrugged. I heard the officer sigh. “I’m Ethan, by the way.” The officer said. “Percival.” I replied. “Next.” The announcer said. It was our turn now. I stepped into the waiting pod, and sat in a chair. Ethan walked in. He sat down across from me. Now that he wasn’t behind me, I got a better look at him. He was young, probably still a cadet. He had curly brown hair, bright green eyes and the official blue TUR uniform. Four other officers climbed in, and sat down. The pod door hissed closed. The automated voice started counting down, “LIFT OFF IN FIVE… FOUR… THREE… TWO… ONE…”

Extinction filter, ABC order.(Excluding Achatina and Allosaurus.)

By MGG

Hey guys/girls should I tame this because I saw a wild one beat the poop out of 2 raptors

I’m taming a lvl 60 anky. Female red. I made a whole trap to knock it out. I hit it it follows me and stops over and over again. Then I accidentally knock it put . I made trap cuz I’m in swamp and don’t want no sarcos and such eating it. So wish me luck. One up= good luck. First anky.

I had an Ankylo named Anky. (My tribe mate named him.) We were out getting metal so everyone in our tribe could get a pistol. We were getting metal easily, when suddenly 4 raptors and an alpha raptor attacked us from behind. He provided a distraction for me to escape. I escaped, but Anky didn't make it. He is honered by my tribe for saving me and providing us with metal and companionship.

#R.I.P. Anky

Clans

Chapter 4

Talon steps. Faraway voices. Hollow blinked awake. He was lying on his side in an empty den, his head throbbing and his wounds hot with pain. He lifted his head, wondering how he’d gotten here. His vision was blurred, and he vigorously rubbed his good eye with his palm. Yep, alone. He struggled helplessly to his feet, slowly heading to the opening that led outside.

“Oh wow, you’re awake!” Said a voice as he stepped out into the sun, which very helpfully blinded him some more. There was a rush of scales and a dark ginger/maroon raptor came over to him.

“Hello, Thunder,” Hollow said vacantly. Thunder was one of the few raptors he’d grown up with, since they shared close hatchings. He was a bit taller than Hollow and very good at fighting, but was personally uninteresting.

“Glad you’re alright,” Thunder was saying. “I was half afraid the hit had been a bit too hard.”

“Wait, what?” Hollow blinked the haze away and managed to turn to Thunder. “Are— It was you who did that?”

“Well, if I hadn’t, Dusk definitely would have,” Thunder said defensively, lifting his talons. “And you would be in much worse condition if it were him.”

“Yeah, thanks so much, I feel much better now,” Hollow hissed to him.

“Um, I don’t think you do, by the looks of it,” Thunder said.

Hollow scoffed, fluffing out his feathers and turning to look at the scratches on his shoulder. It was a little past morning, and fortunately he didn't appear to be bleeding anymore. At the sound of voices he turned his head and Thunders eyes widened, his back talon thumping rapidly against the ground for a moment.

Tail and Finch, the two others from there litter (Though not related), were coming towards them. “Hi, Thunder!” Tail said, coming over and pushing at him lightheartedly. He let out a small “Oof” sound and deftly pinned her to the ground in one quick shove. “Good morning, Tail,” he said as he held her down. “And F-finch. A good morning, right? Very good morning of today.”

Finch nodded, smiling slightly. Thunder let Tail back up and stared at Finch in awe, and Hollow glanced at her as well.

Finch was oddly beautiful, Thunder was smart enough to see that, at least. Her scales were a deep cocoa brown with raw salmon colored flecks, and she had one white talon and yellow eyes. Hollow looked quickly away, shuffling one leg on the ground.

“You having fun licking your wounds, Hollow log?” Tail asked. Finch rolled her eyes and sat down as a growl escaped Hollow’s throat.

“Don’t call me Hollow log!” He barked.

“Hey, hollow log like the log you got your head stuck in when we were hatchlings?” Thunder asked Hollow vacantly. Hollow hissed at him.

“That’s why you got your name, right?” Thunder continued.

Hollow didn't bother replying to him. “I’m gonna go hunt or something,” He sighed in a disgruntled tone, stepping past them.

Finch nudged him with her tail kindly. “Just ignore it,” she said.

“I ignore everyone,” Hollow replied, though his bitter gaze softened as brushed past her. He looked back at Finch for a moment, before sprinting out of camp.

~

“What a stick in the mud,” Tail said as Hollow left. “I can’t believe we shared a den with him for moons.”

“Well, Thunder was there to stop us from ripping him to shreds.” Finch said, smiling at the burgundy colored Raptor . He blinked his orange eyes shyly, letting out a lame chuckle. Two hatchlings ran past them, one wielding a stick in her mouth and scraping the end of it along the ground slowly. The other called directions as they went and drew an undecipherable shape around the three older Raptors.

Dusk had gone out hunting alone early this morning. Finch had asked if she could go with him, but he had declined and said he wanted to be alone. She looked down at her talons sadly. It was just her and her father sometimes, out of the sixteen other raptors here. She had never met her mother, who had gone missing along with Dusk’s good friend Bur when Finch was just a few days old.

Dusk never talked about them.

She stood back up, looking out at the trees towering overhead and the bright sunlight shining down. It was warm, probably one of the last warm days they’d see before all the leaves fell and the days got colder.

“Hey, Sand!” Tail called. “You wanna come out of camp with us?”

“Not really,” Sand called back honestly, his voice hoarse from his tussle yesterday.

“I’m gonna stay here, too.” Thunder said. “I promised Rift I’d help her watch her hatchlings.”

Tail shrugged and wheeled around, gesturing for Finch to follow. They padded past the dens, spotting a small puddle on a ledge that had collected the rain from last night. They each took a small drink and climbed out of the clearing.

“Maybe we’ll scent those Raptors again,” Tail said as they walked.

“I’ll race you to the drop-off and we’ll see!” Finch said, quickly running forwards and into the trees. Tail leapt after her.

They ran through the forest and to the ending borderline of trees, where the ground fell abruptly downward into a valley. Otherwise known as the drop-off. They sniffed the air and Tail peered down the valley, stretching her body and neck as far as it could go as she looked down.

Birds chirped and squabbled quietly from the trees overhead, only to be startled out of the branches as Tail slipped and yelled aloud, her voice echoing loudly through the forest. She tipped forwards, nearly falling face-first into the pit as she lost her balance. Finch was quick to grab her friend's tail in her jaws and yank her back.

Tail stood slowly and they stared at the edge. Finch didn’t know for sure, but she guessed that it would be hard climbing back out if one were to fall down there. “You’re welcome,” she said. She made her voice oddly accented as she continued. “We must be careful, dear friend, no one wants a flattened Raptor at the bottom of the rocks~”

“Yeah, yeah,” Tail said, shaking herself vigorously and unruffling her feathers. Finch shook her own feathers and sat down, looking out at the valley and deeper part of the forest where no one ventured. A beam of sunlight escaped through the canopy and filtered down.

Finch found herself thinking of her father as she inhaled the strange scents on the breeze that came from the valley. She curled her tail around her body and wondered if maybe Bur and her mother were somewhere out there, far away in the forest.

Dodo tales (S1 Ep5)

Thanks for being patient, I was waiting for name suggestions.

Final names:

Main Character:Jerry

Secondary main Character:Rick

Jerry (the main character) wanted to get off those pillars more than anything, but his friend had saved his life, so he stayed put.

He could hear something massive slowly approaching, he asked "was this supposed to happen" and the man reassured him that all was fine. Soon he saw a giant head starting to come out of the trees. For a moment, everything fell silent, and then the creature roared, as it ran out into the open. It snapped at Jerry as he slid down the pillars and ran for his life. What he heard his friend say terrified him, "wait, that's not a Rex, it's an allo, and they only come in packs...."

Well for about 2-3 years me and my friends have been calling the Anky Metal Slut, might not be child friendly but if you get a chance Use this name on old ankys or even your best one, just to keep the name around, sadly I don’t play ark anymore because most of my friends are older and are adults and even have kids so I would just like to pass down this name for future ark players and bring some joy and laughs back to the community, Love ya ark players have a time playing hope genesis 2 is treating you well, have fun now while you can not every ark Tribe lasts that long !

Love, Lefty

I lost my level 42 ankylo "tank" because of manta's long story short i was swimming to the other side of the lake where i live because my 2 dons and i got attacked by 2 manta's and then tank went into the water but my lv 5 rex rib cage killed them both and i was stupid and didn't do a head count and then it said tour tank drowned 🥺and i literally was Bawling my eyes out fot literally like 30 minutes and then that night i thot of tank and i cryed again i never let my dinos in the water again and now my Brusa is my killer kylo she is lv 11 and i only upgraded her melee damage please like for tank 🥺 never let your ankylos in the water they will die

Pandora

• Chapter 3 •

Pandora lifted her head, drinking in the scents of the cool morning air. The blue Obelisk glowed far off in the distance, encircled by the white peaks of the Mountains.

Her tail flicked. Black eyes stared ahead as she walked, padding down the hill and skidding to a slow stop on the pebbled ground of the river. She looked up at the gorge and the Wyverns flying above, then down at her talons and arms. She tucked them under her and sighed.

A talon grabbed her tail briskly. She whipped her head around. “Hey,” She exclaimed firmly.

Three Wyverns stood behind her, with the one who’d grabbed her tail in the front. He narrowed his eyes playfully. “Would ya look at that. It’s the freak.”

Pandora stared at them, her white pupils small slits. The Wyvern’s scales were a mix of musky greens, his head crowned with the classic frill of a Poison Wyvern. The other two were Ice Wyverns. One was smiling maliciously and the other stayed fixed in the back, looking anxious.

Small, strange talons scuffled on the ground as Pandora stood and glared at the first Wyvern blankly. The second Wyvern circled around as her tail was released. She stayed in place silently.

“She’s… just like you said, Nor,” The dragon standing behind said. Nor glanced back at him and then at Pandora.

Pandora growled deep in her throat, staying silent as usual.

“Just look at her wings,” The female Wyvern said, deftly grabbing one of Pandora’s wings and lifting it in her talons. “So strange and fragile. They look like they could just break.” Her claws dug into the edge of her wing abruptly as she spoke.

Pandora yelled aloud and yanked her wing out of her grasp, whipping around and rearing upwards with talons extended. But then Nor was there, quickly grabbing both of her wrists with his wings.

“And we can’t forget about these,” He said, tipping his head to look at her talons. “These… Things.”

“Like you’re some kind of fourleg,” He growled, looking into Pandora’s eyes.

“Go away, Nor,” Pandora said quietly.

“Let’s just leave, guys,” The white-colored Ice Wyvern was saying. “C’mon.”

“Be quiet, Gull,” the other Ice Wyvern snapped. Gull scrunched up his face and turned his head away stubbornly.

“No, he’s right. Let’s go.” Nor said, letting go of Pandora. She pulled back her talons, flexing them slightly and looking up as Nor turned away.

“Ugly dragon,” The second dragon hissed. “Doesn’t even look like a Lightning Wyvern.”

Pandora clenched her talons into fists, her tail twitching.

Nor flicked at her and Gull for them to follow, twisting his head to look at Pandora one more time.

“Later, freak.”

***

Bria squeezed through two smooth boulders, landing with a small thump into her home. “Pandora, you here?” She called kindly.

There was a pause, and her sisters head poked from around the corner. Bria padded further inside to see that Pandora had already lit the candles in the small crevice above them, lighting up the room dimly. Bria shook the dust of her back talons and went over to greet her sister, tapping their snouts gently together.

“You’re back,” Pandora said quietly, her expression calm and blank, as usual.

“Yeah. Got caught up with my friends. We brought a whole river full of fish back to the palace for the other hunters.” Bria went over and climbed up onto her ledge, smoothing out the rough blue and brown blanket before laying down on it.

“Did you bring any back?” Pandora asked.

“Oh, right! I left them outside,” Bria said, sitting back up.

“I’ve got it,” Pandora told her, going outside and coming back a few moments later with three fish in her abnormal talons. She set them down and packed one up to start gnawing on.

“What did you do today?” Bria asked her.

At first it seemed like Pandora hadn’t heard her. The dusky grey-purple and yellow Wyvern chewed on the fish for a bit, before finally answering. “I went down to the river.” Her tone was so flat and straightforward, but Bria had gotten used to how Pandora tended to speak. “I saw another cool rock.”

“Cool.” Bria replied. “You should show me tomorrow.”

“I will,” Pandora said, pulling off the fish’s tail.

“Oh! I uh, I got something for you,” Bria said avidly, remembering. She jumped down and went over to get her bag, before pulling out a little box. Pandora perked her head, looking slightly interested.

Bria went over to Pandora and sat down next to her, handing her the box. Her sister took it gently, pulling the top off and revealing two talon-made rings inside. Her eyes brightened slightly.

“They are very skrunkly,” Pandora observed, smiling just a tiny bit. Bria knew this meant she was overjoyed. She grinned and leaned against her.

“I knew you’d like them.”

They sat there like that for a long moment, just the two of them together.

The ARKS: Scorched Earth. SE0.5

Dave was having a blur, coming into this land after a basically haven back at the other "island" place, he really knew that it wasn't an island, but not a SPACE STATION in ORBIT AROUND THE EARTH. But it's not warm anymore... it's freezing, really. His eyes start to clear up, his vision starts to focus. No wonder he was cold, he was in the middle of space traveling at hypersonic speeds through rings and debris. What he could also see while traveling this fast was the Earth was not what it looked like. Instead of a lush, green, blue landscape, it's covered in a layer of desert and scarred sand, much like a war-torn desert. But there was no war though, from not what he could see. It was too late now, as his vision started to fog up again and his focus turning back to a blur. He was starting anew...

* * *

He found himself somewhere, he couldn't see, he could barely feel anything, his appendages were numb after that experience, but he still felt "something". His heart was beating, but barely staying stable. Was he in Purgatory? Did he die for real? Nope. As his vision begins to clear up and focus for the second time he remembers at this moment. He sees a screen. Small hexagonal holograms drifting in the background. He's somewhere not on the surface, but perhaps, suspended in the air. He looks around, nothing holding it up, like it weighs nothing, there's sky all around, it's a frightening yet intriguing sight. But he was getting a little distracted, so he turns his energy back at the screen, it looks basically the same as the one on the Island, so he tries poking it. It has a surface, so it's not a weird ghost screen. Then, it pops up a new yet familiar interface, a Spawn Screen, he was greeted with these many times back there at the other space station. He is hesitant. Does he even know this place at all? For a chance, he could even be back on the Island. But he decides to pick M3, cuz why not. He stops again, at the Respawn sign. It's a hard decision, either spend his time up here by himself, or spend days and days on a ruthless, toasty desert. But he's probably going to get bored up here really fast, so Dave chooses the Respawn icon

The floor disappears. Dave is suddenly now in free-fall. He never really went skydiving, aside from that weird dream where he was in this "The Survival of the Fittest" game thing in his dream, but he tried nonetheless. It didn't really go so well since the ground was significantly closer than what Dave had thought of and smacked straight into the ground.

Dave woke up on his back, even though he clearly-ish remembered that he fell on his chest. His senses came first, then eyes, ears, then nose. The senses were overwhelming. The scarring heat of the sand and sun beating down on him. The flashbang in the sky covering his view. The weird buzzing and war cries of many different creatures in his vicinity. And the smell of... sweet cactus? Oh and some oil, and sand, of course, and the tiniest molecule of water. Oh man was this going to be EXTRAORDINARILY harder for this lone survivor (give or take a couple)

~ CPG, this is probably just another little side thing I do until like the 10th installment and abandon it

Life Before

Chapter Four: The Mission

Connor blinked and saw her eyes were normal. “How about We give you the tour.” Talia suggested. Peter didn’t seem happy about this. Connor stood up and they led him through the base. At the very end of the tour they entered the control room. “This is our command center. What we do here is… command….?” Talia said, unsure. “This is our commander, Lieutenant Jackson.” Talia motioned towards a man in what looked like SWAT armor. The man held a shotgun. “Hallo.” The man said. “I am ze zupreme commander of zis here aircraft.” Jackson said. He seemed to have Russian-like accent. “Ve are currently hovering over Berlin, Germany. Where our stealth pilot, Jonathan vill attempt to fly from Berlin to Paris in under two hours. Vith our advanced hovercraft, ve shall be able to get their before him. His mission is to collect data vith his satellite dish. Ze German government iz zending coded mezzages secretly to ze American government. Ve hope to collect these and decipher zem, and get aboard zat Ark. Velcome to ze team Connor!” Jackson said.

Go to Araneo for next chapter.

Yours Truly,

MrGhostGamer

The Obelisk

-Chapter 6-

Two days ago, Forest snuck out.

Before his family woke up. He had climbed to the high caves where the basilisk found him, and just kept going up.

He climbed and climbed and squeezed through tight gaps in the stone walls. He ran into a few startled, lost dinosaurs along the way, but they didn’t stick around long enough to talk.

Forest was now panting, climbing around a small underground river. Sharp stalagmites and stalactites scraped against his scales, and he pushed passed them.

This cave could go on forever. What if there isn’t really an outside world? He’d never gone to the surface, but he had heard the stories. Was it really real?

More hours passed, and Forest feared he’d never find his way back again. There must have been some way out…

Something above him brushed over his head. He wrinkled his snout. What the—

Swwwiishhhhhhiishwwwwiish…

Whhhheeeewshhhh…

Was that… wind?

Forest lifted his head, tasting the air with his tongue. He tipped his head to the side, feeling the currents. He only felt wind once, when him and his sisters had felt a large bat fly over them. But this was nothing like wing beats. This was so… forceful.

Forest climbed higher, following where the wind came from. Soon he found it.

A small gap in the wall. Covered in moss and half filled with climbing ivy, sharp gusts of air blasting him in the face. New smells flooded his nose, potent smells like salt water and carcass stench. Some of it he couldn’t decipher… smells so sweet he gasped at the feeling.

Forest clawed at the vines, pulling away the greenery. He gouged out loose rocks and stalagmites until the gap was large enough for him to fit through.

Forest squished through, his tail accidentally thumping the hole. He pushed through and stumbled out.

Woah.

He was asleep

He was happy

He ate berries

He loves rocks

Never dared to break one

Till he was tamed

He was forced to

He was hit with a whip

Made outta tek

He cried every night

Till a other tribe came

They heard of the abuse

They saved the anky

He was released in the wild

He was happy again!

GUYS I FOUND BOWLING BALL HE DIDNT DIE 😊

Moon Tales

Season 1 - Episode 7

The raptors began to chitter and whatever at the two and Blake quickly reached for his weapon and pulled out a shotgun and then blasted them all away, killing them instantly. Blake began to reload his gun and Andromeda stared at the dead raptor bodies peculiarly.

“Dude if it was that easy killing them why were you freaking out back there” Andromeda asked Blake shrugged “no reason”

Andromeda was still suspicious of Blake. She did not like Blake she would have preferred to be with John, the silly goof-off who was too naive to think worse of someone. Blake gave some strange vibes to her and he was overall a strange man in general. Andromeda wished there were some other woman on the island to relate with but there seemed to be none.

Eventually they reached a part of the island where it was much hotter than usual there was a lot more jungle and overall it was a lot more humid and there were plenty more creatures but that didnt matter. What mattered was gathering intel on Phoenix Clan.

The two trekked further into the jungle with their gallis and eventually they heard some talking

“hey did you hear that there were less people spawning on the island recently?”

“Quick hide in a bush” Andromeda said. The two jumped into a bush and quickly brought the gallis deeper into the forest so they wouldnt be found

“yeah i did, its a shame really because were running low on manpower” another voice replied

So there were two of them

Eventually two people dressed in a strange cloth armor waltzed by them, they had a few strange beasts with huge clubbed tails walking behind them they had bags tied to the beasts that seemed to slow them down

“I bet it’s Moon Clan’s fault” the first voice considered “they were messing around with the terminal at the Volcano and now nobody is able to land here anymore”

“Yeah man it sucks we havent even been able to take back the green obelisk and transfer back to the desert… were in for a long ride”

The two eventually got out of sight their conversation indistinct. Andromeda and Blake got out of the bushes and Blake had a mad look on his face

“ok that was weird but should we follow them now?” Andromeda asked Blake nodded

“Yeah we should…”

~

Hello my name is Moon Tales Girl and this was the seventh episode of the first season of my story called Moon Tales I really hope you enjoyed and got a bit curious about more of the tribes around the island that’s one thing is that most survivor stories dont really talk about that which is kinda bad writing but anyway ill see you soon in the next section aka Araneo

A question for the time: which of the four elements would you rather control fire water wind or earth?

Journey through All Creatures

Chapter 4: Redwoods Adventure

Story starts in Achantina, ABC through The Island and has a Prologue. Last chapter in Ammonite, next chapter in Brontosaurus

Sodden was in a barn, holding some raptor eggs in his hands. He put them down near some standing torches. There were pens surrounding the hatching area, with 4 raptors in each. He walked outside of the barn, and his large wood house was to the left of it. There were gates and spike walls surrounding the base. He spent two weeks working on this. That day, Sodden was hoping on continuing his adventure to get all creatures killed. He took a deep breath then walked into his house. He collected a bag full of meat and water jars. There were tranq arrows in it if he wanted to tame something. He saw a raptor outside the door. It was his most loved raptor. “Oh. Hey, Reaper. How you doing? This would be a great chance to get you some levels.” Sodden said as he pet his raptor. It chittered then screeched. Sodden knew he was excited. He got on then opened the gates. He then ran off into the forest. Then as he got closer to the swamp, he heard a noise. There was a strange sound, but it sounded terrible. Like something was broken. But when it got louder, it sounded more familiar. “Wait… I thought I just heard a Giga. C tribe must be here. Well… I guess I gotta stay away from them.” Sodden said. The raptor ran in the opposite direction to another part of the Redwoods.

After some time, he approached a tall mountain. It had many metal, and was almost as tall as the red trees, stretching to the sky. He then heard snuffing. It sounded like a Ankylosaurus. Sodden turned around and there were two right in front of him. He was sure to check the levels before killing them, and thank god he did. “Oh, god. That’s… metal for days right there. Sweet Jasper Berries! I cannot let C tribe see that.” Sodden yelled. He jumped off of his raptor and walked to the Anky that had a dark green color on its back and gray-colored legs. He moved it into a small hole to hide it, because he knew C tribe was here. He had his raptor kill the other anky. Then he ran higher up the mountain and saw two birds. A Archaeopteryx was leaping from tree to tree. Sodden took out a bow and readied an arrow. Then he let go of the string and the arrow flew right into the bird’s head and it fell to the ground. Then Sodden turned to the side of him and saw a Argentavis. He shot arrows at it until it collapsed. Sodden used 27 arrows, and when he looked at his implant, he discovered why. “You killed an Argentavis (Level 150)!” Then Sodden heard yelling. “That idiot just killed a max level Argy!!” Someone yelled. “That’s the one who’s hunting all creatures!” Another person yelled. Sodden immediately ran away in tears and fear. “I knew he’d be a pain in the neck! Grease, kill him!!” Someone yelled. Then Sodden heard loud stomping. It was getting closer. “No! Stop! Let them go! There’ll be other Argies!” Someone yelled. Then they ran to Sodden and grabbed him and his raptor. “You need to leave now.” The person said. “Oh, hey. Please explain what the heck is happening?!” Sodden yelled. “I can’t. Their control over people is too much. They control what I do. So they’d make me kill you if they ever saw this.” The person said. Minutes later, she set Sodden down on the ground, just off the waters of the swamp. “Sodden… I will try my best. I know… deep inside… you’re the one to destroy the Assassin Heart.” The person said. “Ok… tomorrow… we’ll meet again. You have to tell me. And besides.., I’d have to go to Extinction to destroy that. And I promise… I’ll try.” Sodden said. Serenity nodded and ran back to the Redwoods. Sodden shot a bloodied Baryonyx to death, then got on his raptor and ran all the way back to his base.

Chapter 5 tomorrow

-RelatingHen8906

Hope’s Call

Chapter three: Rockwell

The room is dark. Very dark. The only thing you can see is glowing blue light from the BioLuminescent light in the water. The water glows purple for some weird reason. Large purple tentacles are all over the walls and floor. In the center of it all is Rockwell. His eyes glowing white. “He looks more like a human when he’s sleeping!” A voice whispered. “Who cares? Just shoot him already!!” Another whispered. Two humans emerged into the light. One was carrying a large silver RPG. The other held a satchel. The one with satchel stepped forward. A crunching sound occurred. Both humans tripped and rolled down the hill towards Rockwell. Finally they stopped and hid behind a boulder. The one with the satchel checked his satchel. “Oh no! The poison gas container broke!” He cried. A hissing sound filled the air. Green smoke came from the satchel. “WILLIAM, DON’T BREATHE IT IN!! It makes you loopy then you die!” The one with the satchel said. “Brooks, I breathed it in!” William exclaimed. Rockwell stirred at the sound of their voices. “We got too get fresh air!” Brooks exclaimed in a high pitched voice. “Oh no! Your going loopy!!” William exclaimed in a voice equally as high pitched as Brooks’. Rockwell’s eyes turned normal and he turned towards the two humans. “Oh no he woke up! Take the shot!!!” Brooks squeaked. William fired the rocket at Rockwell’s head. Rockwell moved. The rocket missed and hit the wall behind Rockwell, freeing his tentacles. Rockwell swept the humans up and looked at them. “NO ONE DARES TOO TRY AND KILL ME!NOW YOU SHALL DIE!” Rockwell screamed in fury. “Honestly I don’t care anymore!” William chuckled. Bothe humans burst out in squeaky laughs. Rockwell slammed them both into the water. The water around them turned red with blood. Rockwell grinned an closed his eyes. “Finally some peace and quiet!” Rockwell smiled. A shuffling sound interrupted his sleep. He opened his eyes. A group of nine humans were standing below him. All of them holding RPGs. Rockwell sighed.

Next in Araneo!

Yours Truly,

MrGhostGamer

All the Light we Cannot See

Chapter 4

Max turned around to see the walls being broken down by something. “Evacuate everyone!” Artois shouted to his guard, they quickly obeyed and blowed on a horn. “What’s happening?” Andrew asked anxiously. “I got here almost the same time you did, so don’t ask me.” Max replied, taking out his rifle. Soon the entire road was packed with people screaming, Max quickly moved to the side and ran to the destruction. “Andrew! Wait up! What are you doing?!” Andrew shouted as he chased after Max. Max didn’t look back nor respond, he just kept running. Finally Max came to a stop. The area was made of broken down rubbles of stones, but there was something strange about this. “Max! Bro wake up.” Andrew said as he grabbed Max by the shoulder. “Do you see that?” Max asked Andrew as he pointed at something.

Andrew looked at where Max was pointing and seemed to see what Max was seeing. It was a large scratch. “Do you think something big like a tiger did that?” Andrew asked as he bend down. Max bend down as well and looked at the scratch on the broken stone. “No, it’s way too small to make this kind of damage.” Max replied, but the real question was, what did cause this? Max turned around to see nobody in the streets, not even Artois. “BOOOM!” A large explosion came next to them, nearly sending the duos to the air. “ANDREW, FALL BACK!” Max shouted as he grabbed Andrew by the shoulder. The smoke and dust made everything impossible to see, but Max was eager to escape. As the dust started to fade away, Max could clearly see that Andrew was injured in the leg. Blood came oozing out of the wound.

“Andrew! Hold on buddy, we’ll get you out of here.” Max said as he went to a nearby hut. He set Andrew down and used his med kit to bandage his wound, it seems impossible for Andrew to make it out alive. As he bandaged Andrew’s wound, shouting came from the destruction site. It was the krauts (also known as the Germans). “Fudge, how the hell did they get here!?” Murmured Max as he moved Andrew behind a cart. Max then took out his rifle, ready to fire at the krauts. It seemed like a dream that Max saw the Germans in this island, it would be triple the times harder now to survive. Soon the krauts came closer, but some of them were riding something. A dinosaur? Was it a triceratops? Max wondered.

The krauts shouted at something and soon some of them started shooting at something. Finally the shooting stopped. Max looked at it, frightened. It was a men in his division, he was lying dead still on the ground. Max tried to focus on the krauts, but it was difficult with the man dead next to him. ‘No sacrifice too great’ one of his Lieutenant used to say, his Lieutenant was shot during D-Day. There were around 20-30 krauts, Max couldn’t shoot them all. He quickly took out his grenade and threw it the opposite side of them. This triggered the krauts, they quickly turned around to investigate. Max quickly grabbed Andrew and pulled him toward the castle.

But it was too late, the krauts already spotted them.

-SandmasterXD

Note: Is in the island order, sorry I’ve been long for so long. Will be posting chapter 20 of Overseer in Broodmother. See ya!