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ARK: Survival Evolved & Ascended Companion
Dododex
ARK: Survival Evolved & Ascended Companion
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Chapter One: waking up
*cough*
Survivor: where am I
Unknown survivor: oh great another one I’m Ada who are you
survivor:*stuttering*I don’t remember
Ada: well you gotta have a name. Can we call you charge
Survivor: I’m good with that what do you mean we?
Ada: you have A LOT to catch up on. We are gamma tribe there are others out there that will attack on sight.
Charge: so stay out of their sight
Ada: exactly
*Death worm pops out of ground*
Charge: hey Ada
Ada: yeah
Charge:what is that worm thing
END OF CHAPTER ONE UP FOR MORE
The Apex of The Desert Day 1: Creation The Lab exploded because of me. I’m not normal. How am I still alive? Everyday, these thoughts circle my mind, distract me from finding food, and are, honestly, annoying. You probably wondering why I’m…unusual. Well, to explain my history is…I can’t relive it, but I can give you a brief description about me: My name is Taback, I am 23, and am a professional killer…of dodos! I was alive, before I was reincarnated, for 13 years of my life, then dead for 7, then brought back 3 years ago. Now, for my…appearance. I have the head of a wyvern, the teeth of a shark, the body of a rock drake, the back legs of a T-rex, the arms of a raptor, the talons of a fire wyvern, and the tail of a griffin. My arms are extra-long, so I can walk on them if needed, and I have thumbs. I live in the desert, where it’s scorching hot during the day, freezing cold at night, but pleasant at dawn and dusk. Anyway, I can’t talk anymore, I’m too tired, I’ll talk to you tomorrow. -Dragonslayer, author of Grim Reapers-
The Apex of The Desert Day 2: The Hunt Whispers race across the plains as I travel in search of food. A Equus suddenly cuts across my path, dust flying up behind it, and I give chase. The horse gallops faster, eventually tripping on a rock and falling, sending up a dust cloud around him, and I pounce on it, sinking my fangs into his neck. He twitches and ceases to be. I tear off a chunk of him and start chewing, not liking the stringy, tough, flavorless, meat, but I can’t be picky. As I scan the horizon for more prey, a flash of metal catches my eye, and I notice a small caravan, returning from a long hunting trip, rich with meat, close to me. I also notice a small, black cat staring at the body pile, preparing to pounce on his target. Growling softly, I look back at the pile, pick my target, which is a nice, fat, juicy pig, and pounce. As soon as I land on the net, someone yells and throws a spear at me, but misses. I swipe my talons across the net, cutting it, and as I continue cutting another spear is thrown at me, hits, and explodes, sending me flying into a rock. I attempt to stand up, but pain flares up my right leg, forcing me back down. Whimpering quietly, I check it for injuries, but quickly regret it, because the bone is partially sticking out, broken, meaning I can’t walk. Dragging myself behind the rock, I listen to the raging fight, silently cursing myself, and suddenly the black cat is right next to me, crouched, staring at me. I scoff and growl, “What do you want from a ragged creature like me, cat?” I jump at the sound of my voice, because it is cracked and bitter. “Eat. Then we talk.” He replies in a soft voice. Then I notice the dead jerboa that is between his paws. Reaching out my hand, I grab the body and sallow it whole, and pass out from the pain. -Dragonslayer, author of Grim Reapers-
The Apex of The Desert. Day 3: The Shadow. The smell of the desert sand jolts me awake. I sense that it is day, but the air is unnaturally cool. There is something beside me. I open my eyes and find that it is the cat from earlier. My back leg feels strange as well. Even though I’d rather be out hunting right now, I still don’t seem to be able to walk. I growl extremely softly, as to not wake the kitty, and drift into a deep sleep. It only feels like moments later when the cat is shaking me awake again. I look at the cat and manage to get into a sitting position. “Can we talk now, please?” His voice is soft, even when he is speaking at a normal volume. “Sure.” Mine sounds like something broke. “Could you, um, try to, uh, not be so bitter?” He meowed. “I’ll try.” I grumbled. “Before we begin, can you tell me your name, please? Mine’s Shadow.” “Taback.” “Oh god….. Do you want to start?” Dead silence. “Guess I’ll start. My parents were killed by… how do I say this without offending you…” “Just say it.” “My parents were killed by another Tabac-” “Oh come on, there is only one Taback, and they’re standing in front of you!” “Ok, ok! They were killed by you!” I felt a small twang of guilt for murdering his parents. Just another divided family among the millions of dead families. I truly am a monster. “I ran after I saw their bodies, trying to convince myself that it was a dream and that it wasn’t real. I have been on the run ever since… You alright?” “After a couple of years murdering people in cold blood, you’ll never be the same.” I stood up and walked outside. Still limped a little, but it was so slight that it didn’t really matter. “The screams of the fallen still haunt me…” I lashed my tail and stalked out into the desert, immediately searching for prey. A moth caught my attention, but little baby moths were following their mother. Other creatures were around but it seemed they all had children. Head bowed, I walked back to the cave. “Taback…” Shadow mewed. I didn’t answer. Instead I sat down and faced the wall. “I’m not normal, ok? I wasn’t born, I was revived. In a lab. That I destroyed.” I growled. “The last thing I remember before I died was that I fell into ice cold water.” I curled into a ball and fell back asleep. Next three are on cat. -Dragonslayer-
Dodo Tales S2 Ep2
I just decided to write S2 Ep2 because why not
They decided to keep walking until the finally arrived at their first destination.
It was a small town, but it had the first people that Jerry had seen that didn't want him dead, other than his friends. All of the people there were in dark brown clothes, and looked defenceless. Rick stood up on a crate and tried to get their attention. "Hello citizens of...whatever this place is called! I'm here to warn you that enemy forces are approaching!" "Enemies? We haven't had enemies in almost a century!" Someone responded. "You'll need to prepare for a fight, or prepare to escape. you're allies with the Alpha tribe, correct?"
"Alpha tribe?" Jerry repeated
"Yeah, I used to be a part of it before they banished me" Rick replied
"What did you do to get banished?" Asked jerry
"Now's not the time" said Rick...