don't know what you guys are talking about, these things don't just reside in caves, heck, I went into a cave full of webs and coccooned humans on ragnarok without encountering even one. but no... i was just wandering around with my sabertooth, named saby, and get jumped by one on the mountains in ragnarok. I don't know what was that guys...
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Clans
Chapter 5
Finch and Tail talked a bit more as they sat at the edge of the dropoff, before going back by late sunhigh. Leaves fell around them, making the ground crunch under their claws and giving an almost bouncy feel to the earth.
Finch smiled and jumped on them. Crisp leaves were sent flying all around. Tail smiled back playfully, taking it as a challenge as she kicked some at Finch.
They continued to run through the forest, laughing and throwing leaves behind them as they went. A breeze picked up a bit in the forest; the days were definitely getting cooler, and were bound to get even more so soon, though Finch wouldn’t mind. She enjoyed the cold, and especially snow, which she looked forward to seeing nearly every cold season.
They trotted smoothly along the leaf and pine-needle covered ground, weaving through thin and thick trees and foliage. After a few moments, however, Finch slowed down, noticing that they were nearing the part of the territory that had quicksand. Tail noticed as well and they walked on quietly, stopping as they spotted the pit. The area, despite appearing flat, was soggy with sand and mud, the rain from this past moon making it more dangerous than usual, if a creature weren’t paying attention. Finch sniffed quietly and went forward, making sure she kept well away from the quicksands damp border. They maneuvered in a long arc around it before carrying on.
As they approached the camp, Finch saw her father’s dark figure disappear through the entrance with prey in his jaws. She smiled and went over to greet him, Tail following close behind.
“Hi, father!” Finch trilled. Dusk glanced back at her as she called, dropping his kill beside the split hollow they kept the prey pile in.
“Hey there, small bird,” He said kindly, his orange eyes lit.
“Hello Dusk,” Tail greeted with a wave of one talon, her tail swaying happily.
“Hey, Tail!” He always spoke to her in such a kind, respectful voice, as if Tail were a good friend of his that he’d known for a long time. Finch always found it interesting and somewhat sweet of him to be nice to her best friend, despite the two not actually interacting often, as he usually had his claws full with the rest of the Clan to actually get to talk with her. (Like all the raptors in the pack, however, he made sure to get to know them from the others insight and see to it that everyone was getting along and things were going well. Finch had no idea how he did it. She wished she were even half as skilled and confident as he was.)
“Say, have you seen your mother anywhere?” Dusk continued after a moment, glancing at the monochrome raptor. “I actually brought this prey for her.”
Finch listened as Dusk brought up Tail’s mother, Peppermint. Typically known as Pepper, Finch knew and loved the older raptor very much. She was raised by her, alongside Tail, afterall. After her own mother disappeared when Finch was only a new hatchling, Peppermint had taken her in.
Tail answered, and the two talked for a moment, Finch zoning out a bit and glancing around the clearing before Dusk poked her with his tail and began to instruct her.
“Would you two be so kind as to bring it to her? I’m going back out again. I’ll be back by sunset.”
“Got it,” Tail said with a grin, gently picking it up. “C’mon, Finch!” She mumbled.
“Again?” Finch asked in surprise, and Dusk nodded. “Fresh air is something I always like to enjoy,” he said, smiling slightly as he ruffled Finch’s feathered head and nudged his tail against hers, the two tails wrapping together a bit. “I’m just a little under the weather, that's all. Tell you what though, you want to go hunting with me, tomorrow maybe? Whatever time is best.”
“Of course!” Finch said, forcing a small fanged smile despite feeling a crushing wave of anxiousness. Another chance to fail in front of him. She saw Tail waiting for her a ways away and hurried off to her. Dusk turned to leave camp with a small farewell.
She finally caught up with Tail, and the two took their time heading to the other side of camp. “So, what’s up with Dusk?” Tail asked Finch curiously, tilting her head with the prey still in her mouth.
“What do you mean?” Finch asked.
As she walked, she had to pause as Rift’s two growing hatchlings ran past her. Sand was sitting down by the fallen log close by, gnawing on some food as the hatchlings both came up to him, pointing at the claw marks on his feathered arm and asking him questions in excited voices. Finch smiled and walked slowly by, picking up on their conversation.
“You listen to mother, remember,” Sand said to them. “And I’m older, I can get into fights when I need to.” Sand had been from Rift’s single litter seven years ago, and Rift hadn’t had any more hatchlings till’ now. ‘He’s needed siblings,’ Finch thought to herself.
Tail then answered her question. “What I mean is: I’ve noticed before that he acts differently every late fall, each year,” she said. “He doesn’t talk as much, he’s always isolating.”
“...Isolating…?” Finch repeated quietly, her gaze flickering down and ahead for a moment as she walked.
“Yeah, I’m pretty sure the adults know, but they don’t ever say anything.” Tail said. “Even my mom. They’ve been speaking with one another a lot, especially recently, more than they usually do. You’ve seen that, right?”
“Well, of course they talk,” Finch replied. “They’re friends. She helped raise me…”
“I’m just saying, he seems different. You should ask him.” Tail said. “He’s our leader, but you’re his daughter, he’s your parent…”
“I could try,” Finch said with a nervous look.
She didn’t admit it, but she actually hadn’t noticed that about her father. He was distant from time to time, but she hadn’t seen a pattern… He was just her dad, he didn’t exactly change. She wondered what was going on, or if Tail was just seeing things that weren’t there, and the new thoughts that had now been planted in her mind were nothing but a waste of a dead seed.
The camp was speckled with shadows and sunlight as the sun lowered, the trees around the camp slowly losing the last of their leaves. They made it to where some of the dens were and Tail tossed the prey on the ground, calling for Peppermint.
“Mother! Dusk asked us to bring this to you!”
“Pepper?” Finch asked, stepping forward and peeking into the small den. She glanced in and didn’t see anyone, which was unusual, she thought she had last been in here. She was then startled by a voice from her side as Peppermint appeared from the shadows with her claws out. “Boo!”
“Pepper!” Finch yelped in indignation as she leapt back with her black pupils slitting.
“I couldn’t help myself,” Peppermint said in a soft and humorous voice. Despite being quite the loveable and gentle type, she always had time to play around. She bumped her snout happily against Tails’ as her daughter laughed and stepped over to her. “That’s for you,” Tail said as she nodded in the direction of the prey.
Pepper blinked once, her yellow gaze gentle. “That’s kind of Dusk… he always brings prey for me. I’m gonna have to get him back for that! You two could help me. Have you been able to catch anything as of yet, Finch?” She asked, walking out of the den towards the prey, the two trailing by her.
Finch shook her head. Tail smiled and said, “she’s going to eventually, though! She’s being silly about the whole thing.”
“I just need to try harder,” Finch said, “I don’t know what I’m doing wrong. Tail’s brought prey back several times already.”
“It’s blind luck, trust me,” Tail said to Finch. “You need to relax, it’s not that big a deal! You’ll get it.”
Finch sighed quietly through her nose before Pepper spoke. “She has a point, it’ll be ok, Finch, you know no one here doubts you!” She sat down with a long yawn, stretching her arms out in front of her on the ground before folding them close to her chest. “You wanna share?” She asked them with a tip of her head towards the prey.
They glanced at each other, the two hadn’t eaten since early this morning, after all, and Finch was definitely hungry. Her stomach was quite irritable now that she thought about it.
“Yes,” she answered with appreciation.
The day went by slowly as they ate outside the dens, Finch watching the far side of camp as she waited for Dusk to come back. The sun was near its setting point. Tail was crouched by her, blinking fast as Finch stood up slowly. Tail put her claws on her tail to stop her. “Where are you going?”
“I think I should look for Dusk,” Finch said.
“He said he’d be back by sundown, right?” Tail said. “It’s not that time yet, he’ll come! Don’t leave me, c’mon,” she said with a smile, pulling Finch back down with a small happy scoff. Finch rolled her eyes lightheartedly. Tail had always been a pretty clingy friend, to everyone she was attached to.
“Finch! Tail! Tail!” A small voice called, a small ruffled Raptor running up to the three and skidding in front of Tail with big round eyes, colored a dark orange that was almost red. The little hatchling was known as Salmon.
“Hide me!” He demanded as he scrambled around Tail with an alert look. “My sister and Thunder are after me!”
Finch snorted, as Peppermint lifted her head high and glanced around the camp bathed in dying sunlight. They could hear Thunder’s voice, sounding slightly nervous as he searched around from another edge of camp by the prey pile.
“Gnat, come back!” He yelled.
“I’M GONNA FIND YOU, SALMON!”
“Gnat, come on, ow… Side-ache…” Thunder said, slowing down as the little female raptor Gnat, Salmon’s sister, ran at a fast pace to find her sibling.
“You’re seven years old, Thunder, you don’t get side-aches!” A voice from nearby called.
“This seven-year-old does,” Thunder said breathlessly.
“He doesn’t do enough running,” Tail said humorously. “That’s the reason. Raptor’s should do lots of running to keep themselves healthy!” She said to him.
“I am healthy…” He called back. “I think…”
“Just a tad bit lazy.” Peppermint added. “He’s stronger than most of us, though, I can assure that. Nothing but gut and muscle in him.”
“Thankyou,” Thunder said slowly with a pleased, wholesome look. Tail began to laugh boisterously.
There was a high-pitched shrieking of hatchlings as Gnat appeared from nearby and leapt on Salmon from behind Tail. The two screeched and tussled, Salmon yelling desperately for his life to be saved from the creature of pure evil attacking him. The sun slowly went underneath the trees.
Tail had joined the skirmish of the two hatchlings, Thunder coming over to try and help Tail pry them away from each other, grabbing Gnat’s tail in his mouth as she let out a loud squeak. Can’t have hatchlings getting too heated and accidentally ripping out an eye or tearing a claw.
“Rift, come get your children, they’re fighting again!” The voice of Dusk called suddenly. He came into view and walked over from behind Finch and Pepper.
Finch turned around with a small trill of surprise, her expression lifting. “Hey!” Dusk smiled and stepped in between them, glancing at Finch and then Pepper.
“Hi again,” Pepper said.
“Hey, Pepper.” He said in a low tone.
“Dusk.” She continued, almost teasingly.
“Pepper,” he replied with a rebellious smile.
“Dusk!” She retorted as she hit him softly with one talon. “Thankyou for having them bring me that prey earlier. I didn’t need it, but I can never argue with you, so thank you.”
“You’re actually a very good arguer, especially when you want to make a point,” he said thoughtfully, scratching a couple of his feathers quickly with his claws. “She’s quite scary when she wants to be, despite being soft-spoken, freaks me out sometimes—” He said to Finch. Finch rolled her eyes, and at the sound of little Salmon screeching in slight over-dramatic pain, Dusk looked gruffly over at them. “You two! Stop it already,” he said.
Gnat instantly let go, while Salmon just stared at him in foolish embarrassment. Gnat huffed and kicked at the ground irritably. Rift began calling them from not far away as she finally began to run over.
“Sorry, Alpha…!” Salmon yelped in a soft voice.
“His name is Dusk, by the way!” Gnat said to him, and they began to argue before Dusk smacked his tail against the ground and caught their attention again. “Go to your mother, she’s wanting you both.” He said. The two fluffy raptors scurried off to Rift without any more words and she pulled them towards her strictly to lecture them about staying with Thunder when he was kind enough to watch them. Thunder walked over and apologized to Rift sheepishly as he explained what happened.
“Great work, Dusk,” Peppermint said with a small sigh, setting her head on the ground with her eyes closed.
“Young Raptors like to fight, and I’m all but unaccustomed to it by now,” he said in a tired voice.
“Don’t I know it,” Pepper replied quietly.
He glanced at her, and she opened one eye to look at him at the same time. The two did that a lot, it was like they could hear what the other was thinking just by reading their expression, and they seemed to talk to each other with their minds all the time. Finch wished she could do that.
Pepper pressed her mouth in a thin line, her tail sliding over to Dusk’s side.
“Tail’s been doing amazing at hunting so far, I’ve heard,” Dusk said after a moment to her.
Finch made a tense expression, turning away slightly as she sat and pretended to begin fixing her feathers the moment they mentioned hunting. She stretched out an arm and started to pull the disheveled feathers back straight and into place, not wanting to engage in this but still willing to listen. Peppermint spoke right after Dusk with a lift of her head.
“She’s way too much like her father,” The Raptor laughed with a smile. “Remember how good at hunting he was when we were young?”
Dusk’s tail twitched. He made an unreadable, almost strained and hidden expression as he stared sideways at her. “Yeah. Tail’s sure to grow up a great hunter and Raptor.” He said after a moment.
Peppermint was smiling sweetly. “She’s just as friendly and social as him. I bet he’d be so unbelievably excited to get to meet her. I would love to see that so much.”
“…I would love that too.”
“I wonder who they’re talking about. I don’t think I’ve ever heard of Tail’s father.’
“Wouldn’t that be great?” Pepper asked.
Dusk stood up as she spoke with a big yawn, his sharp teeth and tongue showing. “Are you getting tired?” Pepper questioned.
“Nah. I’m gonna stay up a bit more tonight.” He said. “Gonna go eat some food. Make sure everyone’s in camp by now,” he said, walking off and yawning again.
Pepper nodded, and Tail ran back to them from a small ways away, not long after the Clan leader had left for another part of the clearing.
“The day was so short today,” Tail said thoughtfully. “Feels really weird.”
Finch glanced up as she came over, skidding to a stop. Peppermint spoke in agreement. The moon glittered overhead, not a star was seen from behind the pretty, illuminated gray clouds and ink black sky.
Finch nodded. “Cold season seems to like to do that,” she said. “Making everything harder, and relishing in the chaos that follows, just when things seemed nice for once.”
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“And then they said something about you getting to meet him, but Dusk had to go afterwards.” Finch finished.
It was incredibly late at night, Finch and Tail had been nowhere near tired after such a short-lived amount of daytime. The moon was as thin as it could be, meaning the next time they would see it, it would be full and round again, and the nights would be much brighter.
“Huh…” Tail said. Finch was sitting on her side, rolled slightly on her back in an oddly comfortable position. Tail was sitting atop the split log the freshly caught prey was always kept in. It was empty now. “That’s really weird. Peppermint has never mentioned my father before to me. I don’t think anyone has.”
“That’s what I thought,” Finch said.
“I wonder who it could be,” Tail said, deep in thought as she glanced down. “Or if he’s even living in our territory anymore. He could have been a loner, but that doesn’t sound like mom.” It was a female’s right to have the choice of whether or not to share who the father of her offspring was unless two mates made it official, and so most never questioned it, and Tail and Finch had never thought once about who Peppermints mate might have been.
There was a moment of silence and pondering.
“How come Dusk seemed to avoid Pepper when she talked about him…” Finch thought out loud.
‘He doesn’t talk about my mother, either.’
“I don’t know,” Tail replied. “All I know is I want to meet him so badly now. I’ve never got to know who he is!”
She had clasped both of her talons together as she sat up straight on the hollow, looking up at the sky. “I’m sure he’s awesome and the best Raptor out there.”
Finch continued to listen. She could feel pieces in her brain that seemed so close to fitting. ‘C’mon, Finch, be smart for once. This is totally such a waste of your time to think about, but…’
‘Maybe he had to do with my mother?’
‘I wish I knew her. At least I had Peppermint, though. I’m thankful for her.’
Some nightly wind picked up, flying across the mottled dirt and grass ground and past them, shifting through Finch’s feathers and making her scales cold. She was beginning to get somewhat tired and longing to curl up in a warm den for the night.
“You can go if you like.” Tail said to her, a smile still on her face. “I’ll be right behind you. Just give me a minute or two. I need to keep thinking about this.”
Finch made a slightly worrisome look. “OK,” she replied, a bit quietly.
She went off to the dens and padded inside her and Tail’s once again. Thunder was in there, too, sleeping until she walked in, in which he slowly flickered open tired eyes and carefully scooted to the side to make a spot for her, his orange eyes glancing up at her with a gaze like warm fire.
She blinked gratefully at him and plopped down beside him, a shiver going through her before eventually settling down and getting comfortable, as the cold air was shut out by the dens’ walls. Sand was kicking at nothing slightly with one back leg as he slept nearby, and she noticed the shape of a raptor slipping into the den, her pupils flicking over to see who it was in the dull light. There was a color of pale sandy yellow and white specks alongside three crooked, antenna-looking feathers on their head. The Raptor sat down robustly at the other end of the small den with a scoffing, tired sigh.
Finch closed her eyes as the den went quiet again. Her head laid on the ground and her talons tucked under her, and she let her tail slip over close to her body. Her mind buzzed like it usually did, with thoughts and anxieties of this season and everything possible to happen, followed by the worry for the possible hunting tomorrow. She cleared them away in a haze before finally going to sleep.
The Island- chapter VIII
Day nine…
Marcel’s eyes shot open as he gasped for air. He was shivering and crying, and he could still feel the raptor’s toe claw digging into the back of his skull. But the raptor wasn’t there anymore. Marcel was in his sleeping bag in his house, with his one eyed compsognathus, Magnus, sleeping on one of Marcel’s storage crates. He could hear Ghost, his parasaur, softly outside, grazing on the bushes that grew near his house.
Marcel sat up and felt his midsection. He was relieved when he found nothing there, but then he realized that the raptor had killed him. Somehow, he had “respawned” back in his sleeping bag. He stumbled outside and looked across the water at the beach on the other side of the inlet. There was a hill not far from the beach, and the hill led to a cliff. He saw on the trail there was a raptor, picking at Marcel’s corpse. It was pretty far away, and it didn’t seem to notice him. Marcel walked slowly down to the beach, grabbed his clothes, and put them on. That raptor, he thought, would be a threat. He wouldn’t be able to leave very far from his house if that raptor was still alive. He had a plan…
9:00am
Marcel’s hands hurt. Badly. He had spent most of the morning killing dodos and dilos for their skin, and he also chopped down small trees with his hatchet and processed the wood into small planks. He placed four thick planks of wood together and bound them tightly with rope. He wrapped string leather around the whole thing and stitched it to the wood. He then made a Handel out of wood and tied it to his brand new shield.
Next, Marcel searched for a long, flexible branch. It took him a while, and he was restricted to the small peninsula that his house was built on (because of the Raptor),
But he found on after about an hour of searching. He then took some rope he fashioned from fiber and hide, and tied some to both ends of his makeshift bow.
Next came the arrows, which were easier than the bow. He took small, straight sticks, and tied sharp stones to the ends, until he had about fifteen. He now had a primitive bow and arrows. He decided to test them out on a pack of dilos wandering about 100 yards from his house. He nocked an arrow, and drew back the string. As one of the dinosaurs looked up and saw him, he let the string go and the arrow went flying. It struck the dilo in the head and killed it. He mocked and released two more arrows and killed the other two dinosaurs. He walked over and collected two of the used arrows. The third one broke on impact and was lodged in the dilo’s skull. He skinned the three dilos and used their hide to make a quiver to store his arrows.
Marcel looked at his reflection in the water. He was totally different from when he first woke up on that beach on the Island. He wore a cloth shirt and pants. His face had a rough stubble and his hair had grown longer. On his left wrist, his shield was strapped to his forearm, and in his right hand he held one of two spears he had, the other was strapped to his back with his bow and quiver. Strapped to his belt was his hatchet. While he respawned without any previous injuries he acquired when he died, he had scars of all of them. He had several scars on his chest and arms form various scuffles with dilos, and he had a scar going down his stomach from where the raptor had gutted him. He felt stronger, smarter, and more capable than when he first arrived on the island. As he looked across the water to the hill where he knew the raptor was lurking, he exhaled. He was ready…
Marcel rose up out of the water and walked up the beach. He could hear his heart pounding in his chest. It felt like it was going to explode. He paused at the bottom of the hill, and unstrapped his spear from his back. He cautiously walked up the hill, scanning the tree line. About 50 feet away, he saw the now fly-covered corpse of his previous body, and right next to it was his pouch and spear. He then heard a menacing snarl. Marcel looked all around him but didn’t see the raptor. Until he looked up. Up, on the cliff, was the raptor, looking down at him. It snarled again and hopped down and landed about 50 feet from Marcel, snarling and snapping its jaws. Marcel raised his spear and shield. The beast charged, and so did Marcel, yelling like a madman….
My apologies for the relatively boring chapter everyone. I know it was probably boring but it’s necessary, and too long as it is. Also a quick reminder, I am going in alphabetical order when I release the chapters. Chapter I in achatina, chapter two in allosaurus, and so on. You can find chapter VII in ankylosaurus and chapter IX will be released in archaeopteryx
Ark: Object Of Extinction
Chapter Two: Perfect World
“…Two…One…” The pod jolted. Followed by a bang. Everything went dark, and cold. Ethan turned to look out the only window in the pod. Space, endless space filled the view. “What happens to earth now?” He asked. “According to scientists, the gravity will falter, the atmospheric layers will shrink, causing all oxygen to disappear into endless space.” The officer next to me replied. The pod jerked again. Light filled the window. The sound of gears turning filled my ears. The door hissed open. Two officers greeted us. “Welcome citizens, to TUR’s very own planet, The ARK.” One said. “Citizens…?” I asked. “I think there must be a mistake, I am Commander Percival. I am obviously your superior officer.” I said. One of the officers raised his eyebrows. “You are Commander Percival, Of England, but up here, you are just another citizen, you are to obey every officer you see. You can identify an officer by their red outfits.” The officer said, while attempting to hide a smile. I felt my face go red. Ethan looked at me expectantly. “Now if you please, sir, follow us to the welcome center. The head of TUR is awaiting the last of the survivors arrival.” The first officer stated. He motioned for us to follow. As we walked down the hallway I noticed the walls were made of glass, showing the inside of what looked like a factory. Men in white suits were operating on a single machine there. ‘Probably attempting to create a new bomb of sorts…’ I thought. It looked like a very small bomb, if it even was one, it was Diamond shaped. “This way sir.” The first officer said, he lead us into a large room, filled with officers in blue suits, from earth. I stood next to my fellow commanders. They all looked equally infuriated as I did. Except for Josh, he was from Ohio, I’m guessing he had already seen his fair share of odd things. The last of the officers settled into the room. The officer with red suits walked over in front of the doors. Weapons extended. Which did not make me feel any better about the situation. In the center of the room, a large platform extended up from the floor. A large projection of a man appeared on it. The man was young, in his thirties or so, he had brown short hair, green eyes, tight white skin(you could nearly see his skull),and a black uniform. “Greetings, subjects of The United Republic. I am General Norman, representative of The United Republic high council. I apologize that I cannot greet you all in person. As a token of the councils appreciation that you all stayed loyal to our cause, you will all be branded with the TUR ARK Logo, anyone who sees that logo will respect you, and yes, this does mean that you are not alone on this ARK, we have many occupants. We transferred them over way before we did you. That is all for now. Thank you.”
The crowd began talking amongst themselves. “Well, some sense of authority is better than none.” The commander next to me said. “Agreed.” I replied. An officer walked up. “Excuse me sirs, will you follow me to the branding station.” The officer asked. I nodded. We followed the officer to a small machine that looked similar to a table saw. “Put your left hand under there.” The officer said, while pointing towards a small hole. I put my hand under. An electric jolt shot through me. I froze. Pain shot through my wrist. No matter how much I tried, I could not move. Finally the pain stopped, I removed my hand. A small Diamond shaped tattoo was on my left wrist. The officer led me to what would be my sleeping chambers. It was a small room, a cabinet sat next to a white bunk bed. Another cabinet was hooked on the wall next to the top bed. “Excuse me sir, who else is sleeping in here?” I asked. Another guard walked in, followed by Ethan. “This guy.” The guard said. I resisted the urge to groan. The guards laughed and exited the room, locking the door behind them. I sat on the bottom bunk, and opened the cabinet. Various items were in it, a pencil, a magnifying glass, a notebook, and a book labeled, A Guide to The Creation of The ARK. I picked up the magnifying glass and held it to up to the tattoo. The lines that made up the sides were very squiggly, then I noticed, they weren’t lines at all, they were letters. It was two words repeated over and over again: Contestant One.
Next in Archaeopteryx, previous in Anklyosaurus.
By MGG
Pandora
• Chapter 4 •
Bria jerked awake with a small gasp, her lilac eyes opening wide. The memory of her nightmare quickly faded, and she looked over her ledge to see Pandora sleeping below her.
She rubbed the back of her wrist over the side of her head, breathing out a small sigh, her thoughts still fuzzy with sleep. She looked down at her wing and talon for a long moment, turning it over slightly.
There was a flash of blood in her vision, and she blinked quickly. Then it was gone.
A noise caught her attention. She turned her head, hearing a muffled scuffling about outside. She quietly hopped down and padded towards the entrance before climbing outside, tipping her head as she listened for the sound.
“Great Vardiland,” A Wyvern was cursing.
She poked her head into the dim light of early dawn to see a Lightning Wyvern with his talon and wing caught tightly in a crevice in the ground. He looked up and spotted Bria, dark blue eyes blinking. “Oh– hey there,” He said, quickly acting normal, his wing twisting uncomfortably as he straightened.
“You need help?” Bria asked, pulling herself out of the entranceway.
“...Yes,” He admitted lamely.
She huffed in amusement and went over to him. She stopped and bent her neck down, using her own wings to push at his. He hissed through his teeth and pulled as she pushed, before his claws scraped free and he pulled it upwards. The Wyvern exhaled quickly in relief, bringing his gaze up to her. “Thankyou!”
“No problem,” Bria said.
“Hey, you’re… Pandora’s sister, right?” He asked.
“Is that really my label nowadays?” Bria asked wryly, her tail twitching.
“Ah. Sorry.” He said. He straightened once more and held out his scraped talon to her. “I’m Rainstone. But you can call me Rain, I guess. I hope you’ll take my formal introduction as a sincere apology for wasting your time and forgetting your name.”
“No need to apologize,” She said with a smile. “I’m Bria.” She lifted one wing and locked her claws momentarily with his in a small shake.
Rainstone’s scales were dark gray with bits of black and blue, like a heavy stormcloud. He looked about her age, nearly an adult with a lean build. He let out a quiet trill as she said her name. “Nice to meet you, Bria.”
Wyerns began emerging from up and around the ravine, taking in the fresh and cold air of the morning. Rainstone fluffed his wings slightly. “I heard you were made a hunter recently. What’s it like? Have you met Toxin yet?”
She let out a small huff of amusement, flicking her tail. “Not yet, no. You know King Toxin enough to know that’s the last thing he’d be interested in doing. Maybe soon, though.”
He nodded, smiling slightly at her words. She continued on, sitting down as she spoke. “And it’s great so far.”
“What’s the inside of the palace look like?” He asked.
“Simple. Mostly just wood and glass and some abstract art. They’ve changed it up a bit.”
“Nice. I used to sneak inside it all the time when I was younger,” he admitted with a small breath of laughter, small fangs gleaming. “It sounds great now. Being a hunter must be cool. I… Your father was a great one, by the way.”
Bria’s smile faded a bit. She felt a small pang in her heart at the mention of her father. “He was.”
“It was sad to hear when he died in that landslide,” He went on gently.
“No need to bring it up.” Bria said with a small shake of her head. She turned and looked up at the mountains, their edges tipped with sunlight as the morning grew. “The sun’s rising quickly. I should get going.”
“Oh. Of course.” Rainstone said.
She lifted her wings to take off, pausing to look at Rainstone. “It was really great talking with you, Rain.”
“It’d be nice to talk again sometime if you like,” He suggested with a small smile.
“Yeah. If I have time.” Bria said, before lifting herself into the air.
She smiled silently as she flew upwards over the ravine, having liked her conversation with the Lightning Wyvern. She’d have to tell Pandora about him when she got back.
She spread her wings wide as she soared over the tip of the palace. The sky was clear above her. She looked down at the corners of the structure, before spotting a far away form of a dragon on one of the balconies, pacing back and forth and speaking to what seemed to be another Wyvern.
“There’s Toxin,'' said a voice from behind. She heard wings flapping and immediately recognized the pigeon-like colors of General Forn as he flew up to her side. “Seems to be talking with the one and only Poison General herself! Hm. How are you doing, Bria?”
“Good,” Bria answered.
“Shall we get on with it?”
She nodded, following after him as he dived towards the group of Wyverns waiting outside the palace. She landed with a thud and lifted her head, ready for today.
The Obelisk
-Chapter 7-
Last one was in ankylo and others before it in tamables alphabeticaly.
Woah.
The first thing Forest could see was only light—bright light, white and gold and stinging at his eyes like a billion glow worms encircling him.
But then his eyes adjusted, and as cool air whistled by him, slowly giant plants taller than himself followed, and small black birds flew passed his snout.
It’s beautiful out here.
Forest stood up on his talons, digging his claws into the grass. Holy mother of Araneos. He thought, glancing down at the dirt on his claws. Dirt! Grass! So much GREEN oh my gosh is that a pteranodon? Are these how big trees can get? And Is that a WORM WHAT THE HECK—“Ack!” He leapt back onto the nearest boulder away from the slimy wiggling thing.
A nearby moschops squinted skeptically at him, then continued digging up roots nearby. She paused, her snout half in a bush, and then huffed and walked away. “Sorry,” he called. “Was I loud? Am I not supposed to be loud?” Goodness i’m being loud now shut up Forest. He sat on the boulder and stared at the ground for a while.
Now what? He curled his tail around talons, thinking. I have to find other creatures… but the basilisk only said their names! Am I supposed to just walk around asking everyone their name? That would be kinda creepy.
A large cracking sound came from above him, and he looked up to see a giant branch bigger than himself dangling on its last fiber. Oh dear—
SNAP!
Something hard and scaly slammed into him, pushing him away from the falling branch. He fell into the grass face first and lay there, groaning form the sudden contact.
“Phew. Now that… that was close.”
Forest turned to see the creature that had saved him.
“Hello,” the Carnotaur said. “I’m still waiting for a thank you, but that’s fine. I’m Spark.”
The ARKS: Scorched Earth. SE1.0
Dave lays on the apparently very rough sand. He struggles to lift his head up, but barely succeeds. He is not in a Tek Suit like he was at the Island that felt like moments ago, but back down to crappily made underwear and a navigation kit nestled right in the side of his hip. He remembers his knowledge, all of the Engrams he learned. And his power too, so at least that's a good head start. But he still needs to stand up, of course. He lifts up his head, then shoulders, then upper and lower back, he's now sitting up. His locomotion is equivalent of a drunk toddler after 8 bottles of liquor. But it wears off quickly as he stands up and wobbles a tiny bit, but stabilizes. He looks around, raptors, maybe an ankylo and doedic passing by, and this weird new animal, it has a massive hump and a very dinosaur-esque face, as if all dinosaurs had that face anyway.
But everything aside, he stumbled towards his way to a tree, his legs weren't apparently working as usual but he didn't mind that much. He hoped his arms and fists did so he gave a good *WHACK* to the tree. It gave him an expected amount of wood and thatch and this new material named Cactus Sap. He heard from a documentary somewhere saying that Cactus Sap is actually quite juicy and watery like a watermelon (idk I made that one up) so he looked into it by looking into his stone which he realized is still stuck onto his bones so that's still a problem. But anyway he found out that it is a consumable so he took a small bite of the sap. To his surprise. It does taste like a sweet, condensed watermelon with lots of water inside it, "could be good in a recipe, perhaps a drink" Dave mumbles. Dave has also realized that those were the first words he said out loud since arriving here in Hot-land. Either way, It's hot out here, and he really needs shelter to not burn up.
Trees, trees, and rocks everywhere. It's a sight to see through the heat. But he's focused on resources. A pick is crafted and he starts violently beating a rock, lending him Stone and Flint, a Hatchet was next, then some cloth. There's not really much bushes around so he decides to put that aside for later, sticks and stones make a wall, not a strong one, but strong enough to stand and provide basic insulation. As he wanders around the Scorched Earth to find a viable water source he finds unsurprisingly nonexistent. He gets a notification from his wrist:
"You are Thirsty! Find some water!"
Welp, that's a problem. Without water, he'd be dead in hours, even minutes, he really needs to find a source, NOW. He starts worrying, trying to strain his eyes over a cliff and finds around nothing, and then he can try finding some more cactus sap to consume to postpone dehydration. He turns around, looking behind him for the massive cactus trees. After trotting towards a dusty tree, he materializes his axe out of his back, and starts hitting the tree with good force to knock it over after the 12th swing. From the tree, he gained a decent amount of Cactus Sap, 52, to be precise. He was new to this material, but ate it anyway. It certainly tasted significantly better than berries or even some fruit, but it quenched him for the time being. His hunt for a sustainable water source is still incomplete.
"I'm working on it, I'm sure" Dave says to himself. He hacks off a good amount of sap for the sandy road.
*couple of hours later cause I'm too lazy to write*
Several hours later. We find Dave and his Jerboa he sincerely named Jen after he tagged along without any knockout taming. And it was getting pretty dark, so he set up a Tent with a Hide Sleeping Bag inside with a Campfire outside.
"Hey man, G'night" Dave mumbled before nodding off.
"Yeah, *yawn* good night" an unfamiliar voice called out.
Dave was perplexed. He did do a perimeter check before he- oh wait, the tamed can talk to him. Right.
He snuggled closer to his surprisingly comfy sleeping bag, and Jen was trying to curl up beside him, but was fiddling his tail, trying to get it right.
Lights dimmed...
Noises muffled...
Vision limited...
...
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Hey guys! CPG Here! This is my newest thing to do! And it's progressed through Anky-Z in the SE filter.
Dodo tales (S1 Ep6) look for Ep5 in the ankylosaurus section
thank you journey to the aberration trench/a yuty's quest person, I am a fan of your stories (my favorite character was Eel, because he was weird, R.I.P. random spinosaurus) anyway....
As jerry ran into the house, he grabbed his friend's arm and pulled him in before slamming the door. To Jerry's suprise, His friend looked shocked. "Are you ok?" When he didn't respond, he slapped him "Are you ok?!"
His friend finally managed "R-Rick..... my name is.....Rick."
"ok, what's wrong with you, Rick"
"We're.......screwed" Rick said right as the wooden roof burst open with a crash, and the head of an Allosaurus poked in.
They ran to the other side of the house, but a window burst open, and in came another head. It was chaotic. There were at least four, each burst through a wall or window to try to catch them. They ran up the stairs, but an allo came in and caught Rick by the leg...
Life Before
Chapter Five: Intel.
Within an hour, they had arrived at a secluded location in Paris. Well, that’s what Jackson said. They were in the middle of a pig farm. “This place stinks!” Connor exclaimed. “Meine Nase brennt!” WolfGang whimpered. “Ahh… smellz vike home.” Jackson muttered. “Excuse me?” Talia asked. “Zere he iz! Jonathan iz attempting to land. He iz getting clozer.” Jackson said. Connor looked up to see an old style Messerschmitt flying down towards them. The plane jerked and flew faster towards the ground. Connor flinched as the plane hit the ground and imploded a few yards away. A rush of heat ran over him. Jackson grinned. “Johnathan haz successfully landed, with little damage to ze aircraft.” Jackson said. Connor looked at the aircraft. It’s entire front was ripped in half. “WHAT DO YOU MEAN? ITS DEMOLISHED!” Connor yelped. Johnathan hopped out of the ruins. He was covered in ashes, and very shocked. He walked up. “I Uh… got the… data.” He said then promptly fainted.
Next in Archaeopteryx!
Yours Truly,
MrGhostGamer
Moon Tales
Season 1 - Episode 8
so Andromeda and Blake continued to follow the Phoenix Clan members until they eventually reached a super duper hot part of the island it was like scorching hot and they were starting to sweat. Blake began to fan himself.
“Is it usually this hot around these parts?” Andromeda asked Blake nodded
“Yeah”
“Do you know where Phoenix Clan’s base is?”
Blake shook his head
“we only know the territory they carve out knowing where their base is would be helpful” Blake replied however he seemed distressed about something else Andromeda sensed this immediately
“Let me guess. You're worried about Moon Clan?” Andromeda guessed, “Who even are they?”
“you dont wanna know” Blake replied while shivering
“I just asked who they are bro just tell me stop stalling,” Andromeda sneered
“OK fine… they’re a dangerous bunch mind you. Their territory is at the center of the valley wedged in between the massive Volcano and Metal Mountain. theyre the most dangerous clan of all time and the most powerful. theyre weirdos too all their names are so strange and hard to remember. Their name isnt even Moon Clan its something weird its called like the Stargazers or something but we call them Moon Clan because its easier to remember.”
“Oh. Strange.”
The two continued to follow the Phoenix Clan members until eventually they reached a large peninsula that had a bunch of docks and cool lakehouses. Andromeda’s eyes sparkled at the sight. It was very pretty, especially for an enemy clan. There was a large townhouse of sorts in the middle. Creatures of all sorts were roaming around like weird lizards with thorns on their backs and even huge mantises.
“So this is the Phoenix Clan,” Andromeda noted with wide eyes. Blake had a green look on his face.
“ew its so gross”
The two stopped their gallis and hid them somewhere in the treelines. Now they needed a plan to get in
“Andromeda since youre new maybe you should sneak in… they dont know youre part of Sand Clan yet”
Andromeda shrugged.
“Good point. Wish me luck then. I’m going in.”
Andromeda began to crouch and she began to approach the large townhouse.
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not much else to say this is Moon Tales Girl i hope you enjoyed this episode remember to go to Amarga story section if you want to tell me anything also you might want to check out this story called The Terrible Demise of Tortuga by SunnyFox57 which goes in the same order as my story it is not the typical ark story but i think its really nice
see you in the next section aka Archaeopteryx
