I remember I was on this frog while I was taming a therie…
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ARK: Survival Evolved & Ascended Companion
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I had 2, a female named killer bean, and a male named helo. I brought them to the swamp to get some cementing paste, and everything was fine. That was, until the three ashole titanoboa attacked. One knocked me out, and when I respawned it said that my frogs were killed by those ashole snakes! I try to take good care of snakes in real life, but in ark, after that incedent, I slaughter every snake I see until they go extinct again. Thanks for reading. One Like=one f for killer bean and helo.
Tames a level 90. Called him Baguette. He was my child. We killed broncos together, killed bugs, got chased by tickle chickens. Then, I went afk for 5 seconds, a raptor killed me…..I sprinted back to where he was, still fighting the raptor, yet fall damage took the best of me (we were at griffin mountain).
respawned again. Standing on a rock I saw the whole thing happen. The raptor was killed (Yes go baguette) I whistle him towards me, a raptor races towards him. I quickly craft a bola, but it was too late.
' Your Beelzebufo (lvl 113) was killed by a Raptor '
Baguette will not die in vain. I went on a Raptor hunt, Killed every single one I saw.
^ To pay your respects to Baguette the bravest Boi :(
Pandora
• Chapter 12 •
Bria’s body shivered as she stepped back slowly, her eyes flicking across the cave. ‘What is it? What is all of this?’
Her mind buzzed with dozens of questions, her tail thrashing back and forth. The creature's eyes all stared into her like trapped souls begging for freedom. She exhaled slowly through her mouth, taking a deep breath and trying to shove away the confusion.
‘This cave has never been here– I couldn't have not seen it before. How–‘
She twisted her neck and looked up and around at every drawing, her eyebrows furrowing and the light of the moon shining down. As she turned in a full circle she was startled to see black scribblings circling all around the tunnel entrance she came from, nearly covering the whole wall. It was like the shadows of Wyverns, all gazing at her as she stood alone in the moonlit center of the cavern.
She let out a small growl from her throat and moved, going forward and back through the tunnelway, leaving the drawings without a second glance. She nearly stepped on a small centipede as she went and stopped, letting it crawl past and into a small crack in the wall.
A flashed image of a talon crushing down on one. The dead body with its legs curled up on the ground.
She walked back through the pitch black tunnel at a fast pace, refusing to believe any of this was really happening. She didn’t understand.
When she came back out into the den, she looked over at the tunnel opening and covered it up with blankets and other objects from her den, blocking the way till she could only see the top half of the darkened maw. Backing away, she went back into the main room, passing the pens on the ground and the drawing she’d set down earlier. She came out and called Pandora’s name.
She wasn't there. Bria shook her head and jumped up to her ledge, quickly lying down and staring ahead, her brain dull and confused. She dragged the side of her wings’ talon over her face with a small sigh, closing her eyes.
Her mind went back to the two times she’d seen the creatures flying overhead. Then the drawing on the wall. The thing in the middle of everything, it’s mouth wide and screeching at the sky. She hissed, stuck with no idea of what it could possibly be.
“Pandora, where are you?” She whispered angrily.
She kept her eyes closed, letting her face slowly relax. Eventually she fell under the cover of sleep, her strained body getting its short bit of rest.
“C’mon, Bri!!”
A gray and mint Wyvern twirled around with his daughter. It was a clouded and rainy day, water drizzling from the skyhole and outside the entrance. Outside, one could be sure that the Fire, Ice and Poison Wyverns were all tucked away in their homes and dens across the kingdom. The Lightning Wyverns, however, were all in celebration of the beautiful sight of a rainstorm.
The little hatchling was smiling, trying to dance along with her father as he moved around in a circle whilst singing aloud. His tail moved happily back and forth across the ground. Bria jumped up and down around him, her wings and claws tapping against the floor.
Raindrops fell at a steady pace outside, lines of glittering water streaming down and soaking the land. Right by the doorway to their den, the Wyverns' second daughter was sitting down and watching the storming weather with her head resting on her arms. “Pandora, come dance with us,” Their father called.
The sound of rain pattering against the stone was all Pandora could hear. One of her claws were scratching the ground, going around and around in the form of a specific shape. Something like the skeleton of a creature.
“I’m not very good at this,” Bria was saying, her voice young and high-pitched.
“Oh, don’t worry,” Father said, turning his head to her. “Dancing isn’t something you have to be good at. Just have fun while you do it.”
He looked back once more at Pandora, his eyes glistening in worry and confusion. The rain went on.
Bria woke up and lifted her head abruptly, her heart beating and her insides ice cold.
The mobs are flying away from it.
She looked down at the empty ledge below her.
‘Pandora drew it.’
‘How does she know?’
‘How could she know?’
Her eyes moved down to the floor, her pupils trembling back and forth.
‘Why do I feel like I should know?’
‘What is it?’
‘Why would I know?’
‘WHY DON’T I KNOW?’
In the monotone sky, clouds began to form and gather above her home. They covered the stars and moon and a gust of wind blew through the kingdom. Bria folded her wings around herself in a hug, panting quietly. She stuffed her head into her wings. But it just seemed to get even colder. ‘Something’s coming, somethings happening. What’s going to happen?’
By now she wasn’t sure what to think or do, the sound of her own breathing sounding foreign and louder than she could handle in the silent den.
She tried to still her thoughts and focus. She did know one thing.
She wasn’t going to say anything to Pandora.
A voice spoke softly in her head. It was hers, but there was someone else in there, the voice of her father.
‘You’ll figure this out, Bria. You have to. Stay strong, please.’
She lifted her snout from under her wings, and just then there was a mass of screeching and bellowing from above her den. She inhaled sharply and pulled herself up and ran. She didn’t bother going through the entrance. Flying up to the roof and skyhole and clinging to the rocks with her wings, she shoved herself through, ignoring the stone that scraped hard and painfully against her body. She then looked up, a hostile glare in her purple eyes. The groups of fleeing Pterosaurs went past just as fast as the ones before. ‘Great Vardiland.m
This was the third one now.
The creatures continued to fly on through the midnight sky, and Bria continued to watch them without ever letting them leave her gaze. She watched them the whole time until every last one of them were gone.
‘Figure it out, Bria.’
She didn’t get any sleep for the rest of the night.
The Midnight Loner: Episode 1
Onyx paced. Today was the day he was proclaimed a frog and no longer a froglet. The day he had hatched, his mysterious parents had left his egg alone in the stupid nursery. Onyx hated the nursery, all because of one Megaloceros. The nursery was positioned where the Redwoods met the Writhing Swamps. When he had become a tadpole, a Megaloceros named Toffee and her mate, Dawn, had given birth to a baby named Coffee. Onyx hadn't minded that the nursery payed more attention to Coffee, because Onyx was a loner. He didn't want attention. Even before Coffee, the nursery had payed more attention to the baby Paraceratheriums or baby Gigantopithicus. But, once Coffee had been proclaimed a young fawn and no longer a baby, the "I'm better than you's" started. When ever Onyx was playing, Coffee would butt Onyx aside with his antlers and say; "I'm better than you!" One day, Onyx had enough. He clawed Coffee's side and said; "No i'm better than you, and i've had enough of this!" Coffee had dramatically limped away and kept falling over. When Onyx had been proclaimed a frog, Coffee had asked if he wanted to go for a walk in the Redwoods. Onyx said: "No way, Coffee! You're not allowed to leave the nursery! You're not even an adolescent faun yet! You're still a young faun!" Eventually, Coffee convinced him. They walked in the forest, the leaves crunching under their feet. Onyx's body was so lean and skinny, it made him extremly hard to track. Onyx had been running off into the Redwoods since forever now. The nursery hadn't provided him with food, so he'd run into the Writhing Swamps and Redwoods to hunt and eat. Coffee's plump body swayed on the ground. The nursery had always provided Coffee with food, and he'd always ask for thirds. The result? A very plump Megaloceros. The bushes rustled. Coffee put his horns in a defensive position. Onyx filled his mouth with toxin. Coffee had no fighting chance if there was a predator in those bushes. His plump body made him an easy target. They couldn't back down. The creature would see them. A Raptor pounced out of the bushes. The Raptor was more interested in Coffee, because Coffee was plumper, had way better and more meat, had no fighting chance, and was a herbivore. Coffee's blood splashed in Onyx's face. He heard Coffee's painful and final yowl. Onyx stabbed th Raptor frantically, and it fell unconsious. It's unconsious body hit the leafy floor. Onyx checked if Coffee was dead. His body was lifeless. Onyx stabbed the Raptor to death in it's unconsious state. He pulled a fat, black, feather from the Raptor's body. He also pulled a claw ffrom it's toe. He pulled Coffee's antlers off, dropped one at the nursery, and kept one for himself. Onyx knew the Redwoods were too open and dangerous. To survive, he must brave the Writhing Swamps. He grabbed some fiber, bark, leaves and more, and made a strap that fit his body perfectly. He strapped the claw, antler and feather to his body with it, and hopped into the Writhing Swamps. Before he dissapered into the Writhing Swamps, Onyx decided he needed a name for himself, like the people in country songs. Onyx looked at the black feather. It shone like the midnight sky. Then, Onyx knew what he'd call himself. The Midnight Loner. Then he dissapered into the Mangrove trees of the Writhing Swamp.
Dodo tales (Ep15 S1)
"Now are we safe?" Eden asked
"Probably not" Rick replied
"Look!" Said Jerry, pointing at men running towards them with pikes.
"Maybe they don't see us" said Eden. Then Rick threw the rock, which was still covered in blood. It hit one of the men in the face, making his head jerk back, breaking his neck.
"I didn't know you were this brutal" said Jerry as the remaining three men came closer. "Anyone have any other weapons?" Asked Jerry
"Nope" said Rick as he ran for his life. They ran until they came to a huge opening with a 30 foot drop, with a river at the bottom. "Should we jump?" Asked Eden
"It looks so far though" said Jerry.
Rick shoved both of them as the men grabbed him. "It's too late for me!" Yelled Rick. "I promise we'll come back for you!!" Shouted Jerry in reply...
I tamed up one of these guys and I named him froggo. And while we were moving away from the swamp ALL OF A SUDDEN THIS RAPTOR JUMPS FROM THE CLIFF AND KNCOKS ME OF MY FROG. I saw my frog jump away for some reason. When I killed the raptor I whistled out to him but no answer. I go deeper into the water but still nothing. I’m saddened. but the next day I was surfing out on my Manta and... I found him... HE WAS ALIVE a Meg was bitting him so I killed the Meg then told the giant frog to follow me home. He follow my manta and I home and we made it safe. He promised never to do it again.