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The Terrible Demise Of Tortuga
Chapter six: Don’t fear the reaper..
-By SunnyFox57
Originally released sometime in January, 2024. Now rewritten and reposted February 1th, 2026)
The walk home was for the most part unbearably uncomfortable. The peacekeeper, Paul, leading them forward looked upset. His scarred palms were wrapped tightly around the gun at his hip, mouth twisted into a thin line, eyes distant and almost contemplating. Jack was half expecting him to suddenly whirl around with his gun and blow their brains out or something at any moment. Elizabeth didn’t seem worried by him though. While the other kids were trailing a bit behind the man, she was walking alongside him, chattering on like nothing was wrong at all, recounting the events of the day and what happened at Lois’ shop.
“I didn’t really see it happen because I was like, busy trying on these REALLY pretty scarves, but my gosh, she looked so pale whenever Mrs. Lois helped her into the chair. I kind of thought she was dead, you know?? It just happened all of the sudden! Mrs. Lois looked so worried. I’m glad she’s dealt with this type of thing before, because honestly if I were that old I’d probably have a heart attack if a young girl just suddenly collapsed in my arms.”
Elizabeth stopped talking for a moment, if only to draw a deep breath. Paul only frowned at her in response, not bothering saying anything in his obvious disapproval.
“Jeez, what? What are you so pissed about today? What did I do?”
“I never said I was mad.”
“Call it intuition.”
Paul sighed in exasperation. “You remind me of your grandfather.”
“Is that a compliment?”
“No.”
Elizabeth elbowed at him, causing him to swerve abruptly off their path as he attempts to avoid it.
“So? What did I do?” She snickers.
Paul sighed again, relinquishing his grip on his gun for a moment, to rub at his forehead, as he falls back into pace beside her. “You didn’t do anything Elizabeth. I’m just curious…as to why you decided to be out wandering around the city so late. Especially with…” He glanced at the kids behind him for a second and his jaw tightens. “Strangers.”
“I wasn’t WANDERING around the city. We were at Lois’ shop. And they’re not strangers, not to me. Yeah, they’re a bit odd but pretty friendly enough. I like them.”
Jack stopped listening to where the conversation after that. He knew in what direction it was headed. The way the people in this city, just like all the places before that, mistrusted his family was not new to him at all. They were always found strange, or just simply mistrusted. His mother thought this place would be different. As if somehow the people here wouldn’t think of them just like all the others had. A fresh start. Somehow he doubted that.
“Well. Here we are!” Elizabeth practically sang as they finally reached the Petersons home.
“Thanks for helping us home.” Jay said, studying the peacekeeper that had led them here, curiously. Some might assume that he was thinking the same thing as Jack, as they were twins and apparently “twins think alike”, but Jack knew better. He was nothing like his twin, besides his physical appearance. Jay was brave. Braver than Jack was at least. HE certainly wasn’t thinking about the very possible possibility that Paul could easily just kill them off right then and there.
“You sure you’re okay?” Elizabeth asks Emma, taking their older sister’s hands in hers briefly and squeezing them.
Emma nods, cheeks still faintly flushed with embarrassment probably at all the stir she’d unintentionally caused. “Yeah. I’m good. Thank you, both of you..for helping us home.”
Paul cleared his throat gruffly, his face expression practically oozing with frustration despite trying to hide it. “Okay, Elizabeth. Let them go inside now. I’m sure their..parents are worried about them. Not to mention, YOU need to go home.”
And so, on that note, Paul and Elizabeth departed off towards the Buckleshoots’ house presumably and the Petersons went into theirs.
~
Aragorn had been pacing the length of the of the living room for nearly half and hour. back and forth in agitation, hands in his hair, while Arianna made dinner, and it honestly was starting to drive her crazy. She loved her husband, but his tendency of stressing over things that were not his fault or completely out of his control had a way of grating on her last nerves, especially when he’d been at it for this long.
“Why aren’t they home yet? Do you think something happened? Maybe I should go check on them. Actually. I should. I knew we shouldn’t have come here. This was such a bad idea. A very bad idea.”
Arianna leans against the kitchen counter, tightening the strings on her apron at her waist, trying to interrupt the torrent of worries pouring from her husband’s mouth like vomit.
“I’m sure they’re fine, Aragorn. They probably got distracted playing with their new friends. They’ll be home soon hopefully.”
“But what if they aren’t? You heard what that guy, Arnold—“
“Aaron.”
“Right. Him. You heard what he said about the night protocols. About the peacekeepers. About—about things.” Aragorn gestured vaguely, frustration bleeding through every movement. “We don’t know these people, Arianna. We don’t know this place.”
Arianna exhales slowly through her nose.
“Aragorn.”
“What if the kids were pulled over or something?”
“Aragorn.”
“The point is, we can only assume the worst and—”
“Ja-ragorn!” Arianna finally snaps, voice cracking through the room like a whip. Aragorn stops mid-step, blinking at her as though he’d only just realized she was there. Arianna turns fully to face him, hands planting firmly against her hips.
“I understand that you’re worried,” she begins, measured but sharp. “Truly, I do. But pacing a hole through the floor of the living room and worrying yourself to death will not summon them home any faster.” He opened his mouth, then closed it.
“Our children,” she continues, voice a bit softer now, “Are not completely helpless, anymore. Nor have they been in any event of the past. Emma is nearly grown, she’s basically a woman now. Jack and Jay are sensible when it matters. They look out for Josephina. They will take care of each other, just like we taught them.”
Aragorn opens his mouth once more to say something, probably in protest, but is quickly interrupted as his wife steps closer
“And if something did happen, we would feel it. You know that.”
That gave him a pause. Aragorn sighed, shoulders slumping. “I know. I just…” He rubs at his face in exhaustion. “I hate not being able to protect them, all the time. It makes me feel..helpless.” He shivers slightly, expression darkening.
“I know. I understand that. I really do.” Arianna’s expression softened, and she presses a kiss to the corner of his mouth. “HOWEVER, nothing is going to happen to them, babe. We’re safe here. Everything will be okay, I promise.”
They stand there for a moment, foreheads pressed together, before Arianna briskly pulls away, turning back towards the counter. “Now. I need to finish dinner, and I need some help. If you’re going to be worrying, which I know you are, you may as well do something productive alongside that. Come help me.”
Aragorn blinked, tilting his head in such a confused puppy-dog way that it almost made his wife laugh.
“You need help..cooking? What?”
“The bread.” Arianna says, motioning the medium sized lump of batter she’d left on the counter a minute earlier.
Her husband blinks again. “I don’t know how to do that.”
Arianna makes a exasperated sound.
“Yeah, well, I’ll just have to teach you then, yes? Come on. Stop making excuses.” she continues, turning back toward the counter, “if you are going to spiral, you might as well do it productively. Come help me.”
Reluctantly, like a condemned man approaching the gallows, he followed her into the kitchen and shuffled up beside her at the counter. The yeast was already sitting out on the counter, where Arianna had left it. His wife pushes the bowl towards him, motioning to it.
“Knead it.”
He glanced at her, confused. “Do what now?”
She grabs his wrists, sighing in slight exasperation, and physically pushes them into the dough.
“Knead it. Fold it. Press. Don’t be gentle, but don’t tear it apart.”
Aragorn awkwardly does as she demonstrates, kneading the dough into the flour on the counter. He grimaces in disgust as the dough immediately sticks to his fingers.
“Its…sticky.”
Arianna stepped up back behind him, to look at how much progress he was making, which was basically none.
“Its supposed to like that. It’s dough.” She huffs. “You’ve seriously never done this before? Didn’t your mother ever teach you how to make bread?”
“No. Not of all our mothers were as culinary inclined like yours unfortunately, Arianna.”
She pinches his elbow at the jab at her mother, causing his hand to flimsily flex accidentally into the flour before him. The white dust shot up immediately, spattering all over his face and shirt, leading him to step back onto her bare feet with his heavy set boots.
“Ow!” His wife yelps in pain, glaring daggers. Aragorn whirls around, catching her by the waist
“Oops.” He says smoothly
Arianna continues glaring at him, not looking entertained at all. “You did that on purpose!”
Her husband tilts his head again, probably intentionally trying to look confounded. “Did WHAT on purpose? Step on your toes? I apologize, dear wife. Next time I get flour in my eyes, I’ll make sure to look where I’m going.”
For a moment she just stares at him and then she throws her head back, laughter spilling from her lips. It was a sound he hadn’t heard in forever. Not in large amounts anyways. Gosh, he loved that sound. A sound that was so infectious, he couldn’t help but join in.
“I’m soo sorry.” She finally gasps out, attempting to wipe flour from off him. “I should have know better, you’ve always been bad at cooking. You’re completely covered in flour, darling.” She chuckles.
“Ouch. I’m not sure that’s completely my fault. If I recall, YOU are the one who pinched ME, therefore leading me to INCIDENTALLY, step onto your bare feet.” He hums good-naturedly, placing a kiss on the tip of her nose.
“You’re still standing on my toes.” Arianna points out but doesn’t make any move to step back. There’s a twinkle in her eyes. “You know what this reminds me of?”
“When you were “teaching” me to dance? I can’t say you did much of a better job at that than this.” Aragorn chuckles.
“Yes, well you’re not a very good student.”
“Or maybe, you’re just not a good teacher. Ever think about that?”
“Who taught our children these past couple years? You or me?”
Aragorn raises his hands in mock surrender. “Alright, alright, I give up. You’re an amazing and INCREDIBLY beautiful and talented teacher.”
“Aww, thank you. Maybe you’d like to demonstrate that sentiment by letting me re-teach you to dance, since apparently you’ve..forgotten, hmm?” Arianna grins.
And so he lets her, not so reluctantly as he might pretend. He places his worn palms in their respective places on her waist and her hands go to his shoulders, as they sway slowly back and forth in the tiny kitchen, foreheads slowly lowering to press together.
“We were so young back then.” Arianna finally chuckles, breaking the silence.
“Mmm. I thought you hated me, honestly.”
“I didn’t. You were…very aggravating, however. I thought you hated ME.”
Aragorn smiles softly, almost sadly. “I’m afraid I did. For no reason really. I guess I was just..jealous of you. You seemed to be this..perfect girl with a perfect life. And I..was a nobody. I didn’t deserve you then. Actually, I still don’t. Who am I to deserve you?”
Arianna stopped their swaying, shaking her head vigorously, and pressing their foreheads together once more. “You’ve already asked this question before.”
“Well, I still don’t have a valid answer.”
“Aragorn. Yes you do. Do you remember what I told you when you asked me the same thing on our wedding?”
His eyes close, swallowing, nodding slowly.
“I don’t care what you think. What anyone told you. I know who you are, okay? You are mine.” She whispers, their faces drifting together. And then her lips are pressed onto his gently, and all of his worries fade away for one singular moment.
Just then the front door opened, and the Peterson children tumbled in, one after another, interrupting their parents’ make-out session.
“Oh wow. PDA?? Maybe get a room??” Jay drawls, making fake vomiting sound.
“I think I’d rather be blind then see that again. Blegh, disgusting.” Jack pretends to shield his eyes.
Their parents sprang apart quickly, not really in embarrassment but just momentary surprised that their moment of silence had been so quickly interrupted.
“It’s our house, son. When you’re married you’ll understand that sometime—“
“Okay, can we not? I love that you love each other. Really. But at this particular moment in time, it is a mildly disturbing scene seeing our parents completely covered in flour and snogging in the middle of the kitchen as soon as we enter the house.” Emma interrupts her father.
“Yes. Not to mention, there are children in the room.” Jay continues in a mock higher pitched voice, pretending to shield their little sister’s eyes.
Their mother rolls her eyes slightly at their exaggerational reactions, shaking her head. “Alright, alright children. Thats enough of that. Go wash up for dinner.”
~
Soon after, they all sat down around the table for dinner. The bread, had unfortunately not been able to get finished so they were stuck with just hot bowls of soup.
“So,” Arianna said finally, interrupting the silence of clinking dishes together. “Did yall have fun today? Make any friends? Everything go okay?”
The three eldest children exchanged quick looks at each other, an unspoken understanding passing between them. Their parents didn’t need to know about the small heat stroke Emma had suffered. No, definitely not. If anything, it would probably only make them more paranoid if that was even possible.
“It was fine. We met up with some of the other young people here. They were..interesting.” Emma responds.
“Some were nice.” Josephina says softly, surprising them all. She didn’t say anything else though, just continued gently tapping the spoon in her hand against the bowl before her.
“And some just a tad bit weird.” Jay snorts, earning a barely smothered chuckle from their father.
“Mm. Kids are usually like that around ya’ll’s ages.” Arianna hums
“Some a bit more than others.” Aragorn huffs pointedly at Arianna who pinches his elbow again.
“I seem to recall you and your siblings were pretty weird too, thank you very much.”
There was a pause, their father’s expression seemingly blanking out for a fraction of a second and then he forces a smile. It was quick, but Emma caught it. “Like you said, kids are weird.”
“Wait, you had siblings? Why have we never heard or seen them?” Jack says the question that most the children were undoubtedly thinking. Except Josephina probably, who still looked happy banging her spoon lightly against her bowl.
“Well. We have spent most of our life on a boat. That could have something to do with it. Also, not that I think about it, WHY have we spent most of our life on a boat?” Jay interjects.
Aragorn takes a large spoonful of soup, seemingly mulling over his next words. Arianna looks like she regrets saying anything about his siblings, but doesn’t say anything, allowing him to formulate an excuse.
“Jay is correct. We have spent most of our life sailing. Not to mention, my..siblings were very busy people last I checked, and I’m not so sure they’d want us dropping by at random.” Their father says slowly.
“That still doesn’t answer my question though—” Jay began, but his mother interrupted him quickly.
“Enough. Let’s not talk about this over done. Ya’ll need to understand that there are certain things that you’ll learn when you get old enough.”
Emma sighed inwardly. Her parents were doing it again. What they always did. Take their secrets and put them under lock and key, way down deep underground. Their cryptic answers might satisfy her siblings, but not her. She didn’t understand why their parents wanted their children to trust them, whenever they didn’t even trust their children. Eventually that simple fact would come back to bite them. Much as she loved and admired her parents, she couldn’t fully give her trust blindly. Trust had to be earned. And they’d done nothing to earn hers. If anything, the path they’d wove had broken it.
~
Emma wasn’t usually the type to get scared by dreams. They’d never seemed real enough to do so, even when she was a child. Everything was always too vivid, too overwhelming. Full of vibrant colors or intense emotions. And so on. The point is, there were several factors that usually always are there to let Emma know that a dream was in fact just a dream. Or if a nightmare was just a nightmare.
Like right now.
She didn’t know where she was. It was a dark place, night presumably. The moon was breaking through the heavy clouds, its silver rays reflecting on the gloomy faces around her. Ah there was people, wasn’t there? Lots of them. She couldn’t quite make them out but she could certainly hear them distantly, all around her, voices raising together as if in song. Voices yelling and screaming. She should be concerned, or worried. Or something. But..she wasn’t. Not at all. She felt nothing. Just a distant disassociation from all the people in this dream of hers. That’s what it was, wasn’t it? Just a dream. Her subconscious making entertainment for her to enjoy.
The air whipped about her, slapping her coldly across the face. Frigid rain dribbled down slowly from the sky, drop by drop, sprinkling onto her hair, slowly soaking it. She was barefoot and only wearing her pajamas, which was a sign in of itself that it was a dream. As she stepped forward, the sharp wet grass cut at her toes. She still had no idea where she was, but she could swear she’d been there before. Sometime. A strange type of deja vu
So she continued plodding on through the damp grass, something she couldn’t quite put her finger on forever pushing her forward. A feeling that she was searching for something, or someone. She needed to tell them something. Yes, that’s exactly what it was, right? She had to deliver a message. What was the message though? The words were on the tip of her tongue but when she tried to form them, nothing sensical came of it. That was normal though, wasn’t it. She’d tried many times to tell her people..whoever they were, the same thing but she was never able to make it past their deafened ears.
Suddenly she saw it. It was staring at her, head tilted. A rabbit. It was a silverish creature, with two large intelligent looking dark colored eyes. A normal rabbit. Or so it looked at first glance. Until she saw the most striking feature. The crimson colored liquid, staining the fur around it’s jaw and down its throat, dripping slolwy into the grass.
Despite the shiver of fear that ran down her spine, Emma kneels down warily, reaching one hand, palm out, towards the beast.
“Hey, buddy…come here..come on little guy..its okay. I won’t hurt you.”
It was just a dream, right? Might as well have some fun in her subconscious.
The rabbit doesn’t move, even as Emma comes even closer. Her hand brushes across its soft fur, and another shiver runs down her spine. The rabbit finally moves, blinking, head tilting to the opposite side.
“Yeah that’s it. You’re okay. I won’t hurt you.” Emma coos, still petting it. It’s fur feels cold to the touch, almost lifeless.
And then just as she begins relaxing, suddenly it lunges, its canines digging into Emma’s outstretched palm. Emma cries out in pain, yanking away her hand. The rabbit darts away. Emma scrambles to her feet after it.
“Hey, wait!” She calls, scrambling after it, her bare heels scraping along the suddenly rocky ground. She raced after the rabbit, and came around a corner. It was gone. In its place stood a black figure.
WATCH OUT, EMMA.
And then suddenly she was on her back, a hand gripping her neck, crushing her windpipe. Black obsidian eyes bored into hers, goo practically oozing from the rage-contorted face snarling at her. Once again she was struck with the feeling that she knew this man, or creature. A strange feeling of Déjà vu.
“You know what I want. Give me what I want and it’ll all be over.” The thing snarled, blood dripping from elongated canines. “Just give me what I want. You have it. They told me you have it. Don’t. Lie. To. Me.”
Emma gasps, struggling and kicking against them but to no avail. Her wind pipe is being crushed and she can’t do anything about it.
And then the person’s blackened hands find her medallion and everything comes to a halt. Blank white from elsewhere stare into her own as a cold feeling creeps across her neck.
“Nuh uh, we aren’t supposed to steal things, are we?”
A flash. It was the place again. She was lying in the golden fields, eyes facing the colorful sky. A woman’s voice filled her ears once more
“Emma.”
“Why won’t come and stay?”
“Emma?”
“Why won’t you come and play?”
“You are missed, Emma.”
“Please come and stay.”
“Emma?”
The aforementioned can only lay there, unmoving. A heavy weight keeping her bones pinned to the ground. A purple butterfly lands on the tip of her nose. And then another lands on her neck, and then another atop her forehead. And so on and on until Emma is floating away, suffocating from the sheer grip of the sickness creeping up from around her neck and down her throat.
“Emma?”
~
Emma bolts upright in a cold sweat, sheets pooling down to her feet, as she scrambled out of bed. The scream from her nightmare, finally escapes unbidden from her lips, and she can’t stop it. It gets louder and louder, echoing through the house for a prolonged moment, before she finally chokes it down. Tears track involuntarily down her cheeks, her whole body shaking in silent sobs. She reaches out and grasps the mattress of her bed, lowering herself back onto it.
The door suddenly pushes open and her father’s shadowed figure appearances in the doorway, looking wide awake. She feels a shoot of regret, fearing she’d woken him up. Aragorn quickly scans the room, before his shoulders relax and he turns back to her, finally speaking softly.
“Is everything okay?”
Emma wanted to respond. She really did. But no words could come out of her lips that wouldn’t end with sobbing or screaming. So she only grips the sheets harder, nodding slowly, and trying to cease her panicked breathing.
Somehow he seems to sense her lie, his expression softening into a familiar blend of sadness and worry. He crossed the room quickly, arms wrapping around his eldest daughter. Instinctively Emma melts into his arms, burying her face into his shoulder, breaths coming in quick huffs. His worn hands comb through her hair, while wiping any tears tracking down her cheeks with his thumbs.
“It’s alright, you’re okay, Beans. You’re okay. It’s okay. No one can hurt you. I’ve got you.” He whispers, the unfamiliar nickname slipping out but she didn’t really care at the moment
And that’s all it take for the floodgates to completely release, tears pouring down her cheeks and onto his shirt. But he doesn’t mind, and for this one moment in time, Emma allows her father to comfort her. To feel safe in his arms once more. To feel like a child safe in their parent’s arms after a nightmare. She may not trust her parents blindly but at least she knew she’d be safe with them. Because no matter what happened, they would always be there, right?
Author’s note:
I do apologize that it took so long for this, and the next chapter to release! And also how short they are. Originally they were going to be a lot longer, but I had to edit out several portions, so that nothing would be accidentally spoiled if I happened to miswrite anything 😔
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
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
The Surface — Chapter II (sorry for the delay.)
Jasper stared up at the trench leading to the Green Zone. This seemed almost too easy. He and Hookfang began climbing the precarious, jagged rocks. When they surfaced, they saw such a lush and vibrant environment that they could barely believe they eyes. Then, it appeared. A feathered monstrosity of beak and claw. The Yi Ling.
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...."
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
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
The beast wars p5
So the gart pack had just figured out what was in the egg and it was a yuty. Now over to the hart pack who was chatting with the local megalania while bob and harry were out hunting so it was the perfect time to launch the plan, so they did “charge!!!” Yelled jack barely noticeable where the hart pack was, but the footsteps of the yuty, those were anything but, “what the heck” said Jerry “huh” said John ‘crunch’ ‘whimper’ ‘MoRe CrUnCh’ were just a few of the sounds that were heard that day
P6 coming soon in next dino
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.
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.
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.
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
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!
I wanted one of these boys so I went and grabbed one from the herbivore island. And when I got back I went to go put it in my containment place and somehow one of my dinos made a bronto angry. And all my Dinos United to try to take it down. (Besides a couple) we lost three good men that day. Raptor, parasaur, and a phioma. But my triceratops, Trip. Fought a trike too while the war was going on. Now my anklo. The hero. Knocked out one of the brontosaurus. But my anklo wanted more bloodshed. So he went after another bronto. And got stepped on.
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