Guess what? I graduate from college this May. Great, yes?

-Ranger.

The Tribe of Shadows

Chapter V

Part I

I walked through the caves, now comfortable with the surroundings. A creature, resembling a crossbred nameless and reaper, launched from the rocks. In half a second, I flicked out a wire that was surrounding my waist, whispering “I’m sorry,” before slashing its head off. I felt bad for slaying the creature, it had only been cast out. By the Yurkin of my tribe. Blackmoon had been teaching me the past of my tribe, Torrus, my old Yurkin, had cast them out after creating them. Calling them the Wretched. I sighed. How had I not noticed his creations? Looping the garrote back around me, I saw a diliphododo, one of the edible Wretched. I didn’t want to slay it, but I had to. I gave it a quick death. Before it noticed me, before it felt any pain, it died. I knew that I had noticed them…

I was hunting out in the forest at a young nine years old, but my father had been an amazing hunter, and my mother had sharper eyes than anyone I knew. I was born from hunters, and knew I was to be a hunter. While looking for dodos, I saw a creature, like a raptor, but with a carboemys shell. It dashed at me, but I had a forty foot head start. Making it to my village, I told my father what I had seen. He paled, and began to tell me a tale.

-Ranger

The Tribe of Shadows

Chapter IV

Part II

The man stepped into the light, swiftly putting his spear through a strap on his back. I approached, wary. He smiled at me, before saying

“Hello, Dilath, I have been awaiting you.” I looked up on shock, and now I was even more so, he had two-colored eyes, one a brown color, flecked with pure white, like frozen dirt, the other was steely gray. “Who are you?” I asked. “My name, is Blackmoon, Blackmoon of Dorban. You are Dilath Julius of Southwest Pyrrhia. Am I correct?” I stumbled back on shock, swiftly, he grabbed one of my arms. “Don’t fall. There’s a cliff down there,” he said with a laugh. My hand drifted down towards my own spear. Beforehand, I had sharpened it to perfection. He flashed a look at my spear. “Don’t, boy. I’m not going to attack you. I’m a guide, not a murderer. Now follow me.” I followed, yet still my hand drifted to my spear. It was a small one, able to be stored at my side. Eventually, we reached a concealed area, and he waved me in. Behind it, was a cave that was full of… beasts: massive, pure red raptors, a creature that looked like a giganotasaur, but with a dilo’s frills, and an ankylo with a trike’s horns. “These… are my tames, my… army of forgotten beasts. They were cast out here, by a dark master. You may stay here, for a while,” said Blackmoon. “Thank you, sir.” I replied.

He grinned, and said

“I forgot how much fun having a tribe was.”

Then, he disappeared into his house.

Ranger

The Tribe of Shadows

Chapter IV

The Ruins of Dorban

I was hiking up a large hill in the south of Pyrrhia when I noticed something nearby: a massive hole in the ground. Could it be? I thought. I approached the hole, and looked down.

A city so large I couldn’t tell how big it was was beneath me. A city of pure black stone, glowing slightly in the growing light of sunrise. It was beautiful, yet it looked like it was in ruins. Toppled statues lined ancient cracked streets of stone. What appeared to be a tree was growing out of the center of the city, the top of its withered branches barely a foot beneath the edge. The ruins of a massive hall of what appeared to be obsidian, basalt, and… was that iron creating the arch at the front? The massive branches, each one a few feet across, were rather easy to climb.

What the hell? I thought, seeing the strange flowers growing at the bottom of the tree. They seemed to radiate a bad feeling.

And then I saw the monster: a giant, mangy direwolf-looking creature, with an iron collar around its neck, with chains attaching to it. Its glowing red eyes made me feel horrible, like maggots were crawling in my skin. As I thought this, the beast lunged…

And fell to the ground with a thud as a figure stepped from the shadows with a long spear in his hands, running it through the dead wolf’s body. “Hello, Dilath, welcome to Dorban,” said the man

To be continued.

I just got my first six deinonychus eggs on fjorder and THREE OF THEM WERE LEVEL 145. I up= i luck for being a deinonychus parent.

A Tribe of Shadows

Chapter III (I think)

The Blade of Blackness

Part I

I was walking amongst the darker parts of the forest I lived at, trying to find some kind of human civilization, yet at no avail. Near silent on the odd armor that I had made, I dashed out at a dodo that was chewing on berries from a bush nearby. Swiping my spear across its throat, it fell to the ground, it’s blood coloring the grass red. I grabbed the bloody carcass and dragged it over to my makeshift camp. It was only a sleeping bag and a campfire, but it’d do for now. Slicing off pieces of meat, very gently, trying not the break the feathers, as I needed them for arrows, I grabbed the bow next to my campfire, I went out, deciding to tame one of the raptors that roamed these lands. But, as Pyrrhia is a dangerous place, I accidentally stumbled across a sleeping Therizinosaurus. And, me, as the idiot I am, stepped on one of its feet. It instantly awoke and swung its signature claws at my throat. Dashing away, I began to shoot it. One of my arrows pierced its throat, and the blood poured. The beast, in a fit of rage, slashed at the arrow imbedded in it, so vigorously that it in fact slit its own throat, and fell, cold and lifeless, a massive lump in the clean plains. I slashed off its claws, and, grabbing my extra leather and pieces of wood I had, made knives. “This is more like it.” I murmured to myself. Terrifyingly, I began to hear distant whispering, almost, human whispering. I never heard clear words. I began to walk around, and saw an odd thing, far into the west, was a hanging silvery obelisk-type thing, with an odd red beam coming up from it. And another one, green this time, was simply a few kilometers away. And the last on appeared biggest, and it was such a bright blue it was near white. And right in between all of them was a giant, black volcano that appeared to have the same strange silvery metal imbedded in it. It was far away, but I saw green on one side, red on the other, and blue on the front. They all were shaped in different runic patterns. I needed sleep pretty badly, the main thing I did nowadays was hunt. I needed another person to help me in this quest. I need to recreate my fallen tribe. But make it better, stronger. I won’t allow my enemies to destroy the village I will one day make like they destroyed mine, one day I’ll burn their’s to the ground, I swear it by the Overseer, they will pay.…

A Tribe of Shadows

Chapter I: Part II

I ran across the faded trails that were once used by mail couriers to move across the desolate plains of the Eastern Savanna. Then, as I neared my village, I began to smell burning flesh. I entered through the reeds, and what I saw scarred me to the core. Massive scorch marks lay on the ground, some with flames still blazing. The ruined wooden huts that made up my village were charred, yet some were made of redwood, so the flames didn’t do as much damage to them. Slowly I walked towards my hut, I saw, gut wrenchingly, what appeared to be the burnt carcass of a man; my father. I had moved out the previous year, as my parents had been rather mentally unstable. But it still tore my heart to think of them dead. “The person that did this will feel exactly the pain that he caused my parents when he’s burning in Hell.” I said, before walking away towards the center of the village. The Yurkin’s building was rather unharmed, as it was stone. But I could still smell burning meat inside. The wind seemed to be whistling a song. I could almost here the voices of many humans. I left the village, and decided to make camp far away. I didn’t want to have to return here. Not ever again. I heard a deinonychus’s call, and decided to follow it. It may help me find food, I had thought. Little did I know that following that Deinonychus was going to change my perspective on dinosaurs forever.

-Ranger (sorry I keep leaving you on cliffhangers).

The Tribe of Shadows

Chapter I: The Run (part I)

I woke up with the sun beating down on me, with the deep green of the leaves making a circle in the sky. I stood up. Then I noticed that my arm, where my Specimen Implant normally was was smooth flesh. I noticed that my dodo was gone; either killed or lost. I walked over to the nearest tree, and began to beat my fists against it. It tore at my skin and hurt like crazy. I grabbed a stone and, wrenching it onto one of the larger pieces of wood, began to make a pickaxe. I wrapped the rest of it in a layer of fibrous materials as I grabbed a small amount of berries. I remembered that the white ones made you more awake but slightly thirsty. I popped a few into my mouth, and then, out of nowhere, a dilophosaur sprung at me! I beat my fists into it’s skull, knocking it unconscious. There was a rotting carcass nearby, and I tore a chunk of flesh from it before stuffing it into the the creature’s mouth. I walked away, and began to swing my pickaxe at some stone and wood. I made a small hatchet. A tomahawk, really, but it was a bit of a weapon. Oddly, I found a small notepad-looking thing, and inscribed upon it was Dossier, in golden letters. It had a single page on it, one side saying Dodo, the other Dilophosaurus. I stepped over, my soft soled boots hardly making a sound, and I heard more rustling, and ever more quieter, talking. “We have to wipe out that village. Their leader is making illegal objects. He’s making TEK for crying out loud!” Said one in a loud whisper. “Wait, I hear something.” Said another. Then a man stepped out, with a pike in his hands. Then I saw something green fly out of nowhere. Dilophosaur poison. The creature I had tamed slammed out of the tree line. Right into the man’s weapon, dead, it fell to the grassy ground with a slight thud. “Now look-y here. We have a survivor from that vile Yurkin’s village. What shall us do with him?” Said another man, with a lower voice. “Let’s kill him,” said another. “No, he seems that he ran in fear of being killed, not of fear of being discovered.” Said another man, one with a pistol, who was seemingly studying me. “Let him live, but keep tabs on him, Jeremy,” said the first speaker. I pulled out my knife and, with a sickening popping noise, dug it into the first man’s neck. They all pulled out their weapons and turned. “We can kill him now.” Said one. “Yeah, we can, he killed the boss.” Said another man, at the back of the group. I dashed away desperately trying to avoid bullets as they whizzed by my ears. I had lost my knife, and had killed my first other human being. Little did I know, it wouldn’t be the only time.

To be continued.

The Tribe Of Shadows: Prologue

I was walking by his village, my pet Dodo by my side. The reeds nearby rustled as the cold night air shook them. The smells of my nearby village, roasting Dilophosaurus, and the distinctive smell of rice. The noises, Pteras screaming and, far off, the sounds of wyverns. I pulled my knife gently from its sheath, and with a soundless movement, threw it at the face of the dodo across the river from me. Swiftly crossing the river, I began to drag the body back. Then, I heard a familiar rustle in the undergrowth. I heard a shouted order, and hundreds of raiders streamed from the forest towards my village. The screams of the villagers echoed in the night, then faded. Somehow the screams fading terrified me more, and I raced away towards the woods. I heard the distant cry of a raptor on the hunt, yet I still ran. Finally, I found a small clearing, and collapsed to the ground, exhausted.

-Ranger

I'm bored so I'm posting another chapter

Deinonychus tales, Chapter 2

The argentavis slowed to a stop over a nest of hungry baby argentavises and the argentavis drops the baby deinonychus towards the nest of the hungry argentavis baby's but instead of getting eaten the baby deinonychus runs off the cliff he yells the whole time and right before he hits the ground he thinks he's dead he does not take any damage so he thinks to himself that he must not take any fall damage so he runs off towards the forest. (1 minute later) so he got to the forest and he saw some birds and decided to say hi but when he got close they started coming after him so he ran away as fast as he could and one of the birds bit his leg but he got in a cave and the Entrance calapsed behind him. He was looking around for some food he saw a large dead spider so he ate all of it but then he was thinking about what killed it then he saw a rapter nest and there mom was dead next to it but then one of the eggs started hatching! To be continued... - the tyrant

Nah, it’s not gonna be on the Dex lol. I ain’t thinking about publishing it or anything, it’s just a project of mine that I’ve been working on for a couple months.

-Ranger

i turned 26 on Tuesday. I can’t really think of anything to add to the stuff I’m writing though, so y’all will probably get an update in a few weeks.

Ranger, you’re new story seems interesting. I wonder what will happen next. Anyways..keep up the good work. Cya!

-SunnyFox57.

I’ve decided to change the name of the desert raptor thingy. It is now named Dustdevil.

Tale of Claws & Sand

Prequel

A raptor dashed across the dunes, and behind it, a massive sandstorm was gathering. The creature was almost able to escape, yet it was too late. The raptor was buried neath thousands of pounds of sand.

The creature awoke. After what felt like an eternity, the raptor could hear a strange voice, that said: “Serve me, in death, and I shall grant you life.” The dromeosaur, having no real option, accepted. At once it began to climb out from the sand, not entirely in control of itself. It surfaced almost twenty minutes later. As it walked towards a nearby river, it could see strange formations that had not been there before. What the creature could once only comprehend as mountains were gigantic obelisks, glowing red, green, and blue. Finally reaching the river, it looked itself in the waters. It looked skeletal, yet running through it was strange smoke that seemed to hold it together. Its eyes were glowing purple, like the sky after the sunset. Like night.

-Ranger

Mother

A short story by a forbidden water noodle (only the OGs know who I am ¬‿¬)

The sun sat low in the sky as Mica's tail curled around the egg. Her mate, Talc, was already sleeping next to her. She rested her head on the other side of the object, feeling the calming touch of her unborn offspring's temporary vessel. Soon she would be teaching Copper, the name she planned for him, how to climb and hunt. Mica's mind swirled with these positive thoughts as she slowly drifted off to sleep.

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Mica awoke to Talc prodding her shoulder. He had caught a juvenile jerboa, her favorite.

"I thought you'd might like this," he said, dropping the fluffy creature next to her.

"Thanks. But, you do realize I can still hunt, right?" Mica added lightheartedly, sitting up. She bit into the jerboa, relishing the juicy taste.

"Of course! But someone still has to watch Copper. You know about the recent raids on other nests. We can't let that happen to him," Talc replied, glancing down at the egg. He wrapped his tail around it, smiling warmly. "If you want, I can watch him while you hunt? I saw a few fat dodos near the cliff. I'd like some of that." He dragged his tongue over his lips.

"Sure! I hope Copper likes dodo as much as you do," mused Mica. "I saw a new clutch of eggs down by the beach yesterday."

She stood up and shook out her feathers. "See you later!" Mica bounded off, taking a glance back at her mate. Love filled her heart looking at him.

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'It's almost sundown,' thought Mica as she picked her way back to her nest with a plump dodo dangling in her jaws. A bloodcurdling screech filled her ears, and at once she dropped her dodo and ran to her nest. Mica recognized the voice clearly; it was her beloved mate.

Panic raced through her, nose to tail-tip. She sped up and turned a corner around a rock, nearing the small clearing where her nest lay. The noise was clearer now, humans were definitely involved. She thought of her child, Copper, and all of the memories she could make with him. Mica could still make this happen, if only she got there in time.

She burst through the bushes, letting out a roar. There were three humans and a tamed ptera. Mica risked a glance at her egg, still safely tucked into her nest. Talc was nowhere in sight; she hoped that was a good thing.

Mica dashed to her egg, ignoring the unwelcome worries roaming in her head. What if Talc was dead? Would the humans kill her family?

She was dimly aware of the humans screaming at one another, barking orders. The smallest one set his sights on her, holding a long stick. She was familiar with those, they could kill a deinonychus in one shot.

Grasping the egg, Mica made a run for the bushes, spotting blood splattered all over them. Her mate's tail, stained red, was sticking out, still as a rock. Mica swallowed down a wail, grief and anguish flooding her head.

Fury shot through her. She set the egg down in a small hole and whipped around. Mica crouched, looking at the small human chasing after her. She pounced on his neck, her teeth sinking into the warm flesh. The human let out a squeal, cut short as he slumped to the ground.

Time seemed to slow down as she looked up from her kill. The largest human pointed the deadly stick at her, whilst the other made a run for the egg. She tried to stop the human going for the egg, although it was to no avail. The large human strengthened her grip on the stick and rested her finger on a button. A painful noise flooded her ears, but just as quickly as it came, darkness flooded her vision and she fell to the ground.

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I’m extremely lucky, my first egg I got was a 150, when it hatched, I got triplets!

I cannot wait!!!!

-PrimalApex:)

This is random, but I just started singing ‘It’s OK’ by Imagine Dragons. Anyways, sorry for the stalling. Here’s an update.

The Tribe of Shadows: Chapter VI(I think)

My father had told me of a tale. Demons, half raptor half human, had sprung from the earth years ago. They called them Ravages. Impossibly, some of them brought TEK armor and weapons, causing their white scales to glow faintly blue. My father had fought in a battle against the last few of them. But entire villages had been blown off the face of Pyrrhia. Half the worlds numbers died. There was so many of them. He showed he a scar, a long, slightly jagged cut in his forearm. “This is where one had clawed me. It was a deadly yet beautiful creature. Glowing white scales, golden eyes, and pure black claws. When I was cut, I felt venom spreading through me. I near died.” I was about ten when he told me the full story. It scars me even now. The Wretched are said to be my former Yurkin’s attempt at making a new breed of Ravages. Why the hell he’d do that I’ll never know.

Wait. The Deinonychus Council from about a month ago. How did I forget that? But…how does that even exist? I can’t speak to them, right? Maybe I need to investigate.

To be continued…

On August fourteenth 2023, I’ll update

Meant to say ‘point out’ and not ‘point of’ in my last status report.

That was kinda obvious tho.

-Ranger

THIS SOUNDS AWESOME RANGER!!!!! I CANNOT WAIT TO HEAR MORE OF THIS!!!

Until Next Time!!!

-PrimalApex:)