Thanks, Moon. I don’t really know, but I would like to ask you.

A crossover chapter from both sides of the story?

That would make a rather interesting chapter. My chapter will be from Dilath’s POV. Basically, the plot line would be…

A strange portal opens at the Green Obelisk of both worlds. All of the Prophecy members along with Dilath feel a strange pull towards the portal. The moment they enter that pass out. They are now transported to a strange, barren desert. Scorched Earth. Eventually, they meet. As Dilath can speak to the dinosaurs (so far he has only discovered Deinonychus), he first meets Rust, then the rest of them. He is curious of the Rock Drake though. He doesn’t think he’s ever seen one. Anyways, after roughly a month on SE, they reach the Manticore Arena. Dilath's intelligence, along with the strength of the others, allow them to defeat the Manticore. They are transported back to their own worlds, but a voice coming from above them said “You’re lucky you escaped my first trial…”

The chapter ends there on a cliffhanger of them reappearing at the top of the Volcanos in their worlds.

Premise idea, finished. If you like it, Moon, please reply.

-Ranger

Wassup, people. New update that ISN’T just a status report.

My project is named Codex Urthaa. I don’t really know what genre it’d be, it’s just something I found in my Google Docs that’s like…two years old, I think. Here’s an excerpt (if you steal it I will throw you out a window. Metaphorically):

Urthaa. It’s eerily similar to Earth, but it never went through any major extinctions. More so, it’s circled by two moons. Terva, a moon roughly the same size as Earth’s, gleaming silver, and Tirra, glowing red like a demon’s eye, circling his silver sister, like a wolf chasing a deer. Urthaa orbits Ferunner, ‘Blazing-Eye’, a 1.35 Solar Mass (so not much larger than our Sun) star.

CLANS AND CREEDS

On Urthaa, humanity is split into six ancient Clans.

The Ere’kaa; Huntsmen. Crusaders. Brutal yet cunning. Their Code: “Honor, through brutality.” The Ere’kaa live in and on the mountains bordering the Ero’tul‘s tundra. They feed cooking fires using the dung of their Ter’vaan, as do most Clans, other than the Yuur and Tyrvun.

The Sahr; Bounty hunters, assassins, cannibals. Their Code: “Glory, through devouring.” They live in the Western Black-pine Forest.

The Tyrvun; Pyromaniacs, surprisingly honorable warriors, occasional mercenaries. They ride on the backs of massive wyverns known as Boggr’u, and thus only use their Ter’vaan to butcher surviving enemies. The green fire-venom of the Boggr’u is stored in sacs under their necks, which the Tyrvun use as fuel for rudimentary flamethrowers. Their Code: “Chaos forges the strongest steel.” They live in the South-eastern Badlands.

The Yuur: Sky-pirates, mercenaries, nomads. They, too, ride on the backs of Boggr’u. Their Code: “Strike ruthless, strike swift.” Due to them being nomads, they have no set territory.

The Suun’tai; Farmers, shepherds, archers, expert scouts. Their Code: “If you take what is ours, do not expect to survive.” They live in the Southern Plains.

SACRED CLAW

There is one beast ALL respect; the Ter’vaan. A taller, leaner descendant of the Inostracevia, with barbed bone-blades at the end of their tails that retract into keratin ‘sheaths.’ For most breeds, their feathers are brown, black, or gray, but some have reddish feathers. Most have dusty brown scales.

You cannot TAME a Ter’vaan; you must bond with it. When a rider dies, a Ter’vaan pierces its own heart with its barbed tail-blades, and when their Ter’vaan dies, a warrior either stabs themselves through the heart, or walks into enemy territory unarmed to be killed.

(Point of stuff I messed up, if you notice it. I know I probably got some stuff wrong grammatically.)

Ranger, Hey What’s up!!!! Great seeing you back here!!! That’s awesome that you’re nearly done with your project!!!

Also don’t worry Ranger, we all do silly stuff. I’ve definitely talked to myself at one point here, and on the fandom… (don’t look at the comments under my page.). We all do silly stuff for fun or when we’re bored.

Anyway, great to see you!!! Hope to talk more soon!!!

Until Next Time!!!

-PrimalApex:)

It's me -the tyrant if I get 10 ups on either of my story's I will continue soon but if not you will have to wait a while for the next Chapter to come out

Status report: I’m alive. I’m mostly done with my project.

Hello to anybody who reads these.

-Ranger, duh.

INFERNO

So l was running about I saw rex

"o no"

I ran roar I through out Inferno and it despawn

Wuss.

I had just died trying to get an egg, and when I went to get a snack. I came back, and my sister was on the computer, she had gotten all of my stuff back, and was toting 3 level 100+ eggs and there were dead deinonychus corpses everywhere. OH YEAH. SHES SIX.

-Ackbar/Hallowed Isles guy

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

-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.

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.

Sickles and Scythes

Chapter 1: Allies And Enemies

It was a cold morning. Or at least, I was cold. I guess that’s why they tell you not to sleep by a river. Despite the lining of feathers that coated my body, the cold had crept in and I was coated in a layer of dew. It was either dew or overspill from the river, either way my feathers were damp and cold because of it. And I was hungry. Great. What a perfect morning. I spotted an Allo pack slowly meandering through some foliage a while away. They’d make a nice breakfast. Now, you’re probably wondering- what on earth hunts the mighty Allosaurus, an apex predator of its ecosystem, and has feathers that line its body? Me. Or, my pack. I may not be the alpha, but when I take my place next to Serena you don’t question me or my deadliness. I decided to head towards the others. Although I’m an anti-socialist I still like the company of the others. Most of them, anyway. As I made my way through to the sleeping pack of Deinonychus that I called my friends and family, I noticed Serena- she was the only other one awake. She was lying down but her head was upright and looking around. When she saw me, she stood up and waited for me to plod along over to her. Although she was one of the more “attractive” Deinonychus, what with her dark navy and royal purple feathers and teasing behaviour, she didn’t actually have a mate, or anyone she fancied or something like that.

“Ugh, they expect you to worship them and snuggle and kiss them. It’s disgusting, the lot of them.”- that was her usual answer whenever someone brought up the topic.

“Sleep by the river?” She said in her teasing voice, raising her eyebrows at me.

“Hey, it’s better than having to be within eyesight of Lilly.” I retorted back.

“Heya handsome! I heard you talking about me! Aw, what were you-“ I cut her off, saying:

“Lilly if you EVER call me that again I will split your head open and turn your insides into your outsides,” Serena chuckled as she watched the scene. “See what I mean?” I asked Serena as Lilly walked off to be with her friends. She laughed again, and said:

“Yeah, I see what you mean. Anyway, I’m hungry. I’ve seen a few Paracers here and there but they’re quite far away. Have you seen anything?”

“How about an Allo pack? Other side of the river, in between a few rocks last time I saw them.”

“An Allo pack?” Her face lit up. “Oh, and between rocks… have you seen where the other hunters are?”

“Probably by the simp gang worshiping Lilly and that lot.”

“How about you go over there and round them up while I go and scou-“ I cut her off in cries of protest.

“Serena please- you can’t do that to me.”

“Go on you,” she said, blinking her eyes and swishing her tail as she walked off towards the Allos. That was her teasing me- the other guys would have done something stupid by now to try and impress her. Great. Thanks a lot Serena.

I slowly walked through Lilly’s group to where the other strong hunting Deinonychus were. One of the “simp gang” as I called them tried to walk beside me, brushing against me and trying to get my attention but I grabbed her by the neck and threw her out of my sight. The others who were about to try and get my attention as well decided against it. Lilly snuck in a comment as I walked past, saying:

“Aw, at least I know he didn’t mean it.” That comment got her a sharp slash at her throat. She whimpered and scurried away. I rounded up the other hunters and we made our way to Serena.

-Hope you liked it!

-Nightfall

I’d like to add, about the crashes it only crashes and corrupts when there’s an update/s , or some other strange reason , ( doesn’t happen all the time but why does it happen at all?

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.

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

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.