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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:)
Thanks for the support Moon!
The Tribe of Shadows
Chapter II
Part II
I awoke next to a tree, my weapons and tools stacked by me, and I knew that what I saw, those speaking deinonychus, were real. I quickly grabbed my hatchet, and began to chop down a few of the trees nearby. I felt exhausted and lonely. I’d been out on my own for what felt like years, but I knew it was simply for a week. Swiftly gathering fiber from the many bushes nearby, I fashioned a bow. It had a draw weight of nearly eighty pounds, yet that was normal for me. I swung my hatchet at the rocks that surrounded my little clearing, and finally made a few arrows. There were only twenty of them, but they’d work. I began to him one of the old tunes that my family had known a long time ago, it was called Cabin in the Trees, it was a comfort song to me. I pulled the bow to full draw, aiming at a point of light wood on an oak tree nearby. And as I shot, the bowstring slammed into my wrist and stung like a whip. I could already see a large, red welt forming, but then I swiftly dashed over to a dodo, slashed off it’s head, and removed the feathers, I made myself a small campfire, and began to harden the thick pieces of the dodo’s hide over the flames. I made a cuff for my wrist, slipping it on. “Well, that’s better.” I said to the silent forest around me. It didn’t answer, as you may know of a forest, it can’t speak. I heard a rustle in the undergrowth behind me, a familiar rustle. I quickly turned and saw the people as they stepped out from their hiding spots. There were four of them, each armed with a pike or a sword. The leader spoke, “Join us and you shall not die.” They had a clearly French accent, and a haughty sound to it, as if they were a person that expected instant obedience all the time. “I said bow!” The first man said, the flicking his sword forward at my neck, attempting to slit it. Then the ring of my hatchet as it hit his blade. He fell backwards.
To be continued
-Ranger
The Tribe of Shadows
Chapter II
Part I
I began to track the Deinonychus with a rather large amount of ease, as I had tracked creatures for months before. I had known something was wrong with Pyrrhia long before anyone else had known, in the late spring, crops would shrivel up and die for no apparent reason, calves of our farmer’s flocks began to go missing, and sometimes, humans did too. I heard the creatures’s call again, this time it seemed to be much, much closer. Then the creature burst from the undergrowth; it was pure black with dark gray lines along it’s back, and it’s claws looked like they were forged of silver. Yet it seemed to disappear when I looked at it directly. It seemed to simply appear next to me, and with a triumphant scream, slashed out at me. I parried with my axe, but the claws had slightly cut into one of my veins, and it began to bleed heavily. But the slight wince of the pain was all that the deinonychus needed, and it slammed its tail into my head. I fell unconscious at the creature’s feet.
When I awoke,I was surrounded by deinonychus’ and one began to speak, like a human being. “What shall we do with the prisoner?” It said. The first one that I spoke was the black and gray one. “I suppose we kill it,” a brown one remarked. “No, no, no, we don’t need prisoners, do we? No, we don’t, and it’d be too much hassle to keep him here, we should release him.” Said a dark bluish gray one.
“I suppose’” said the first speaker, then I fell unconscious once more.
I didn’t remember anything afterwards, yet I knew the words spoken by many behind the first four, the constantly repeated words “The Deinonychus Republic”. Constant, unending murmuring at the back.
-Ranger
Wow a fanfic collaboration sounds so cool! It would take a lot of time and effort though, of course.
I wonder if the Dododex creators expected their story section to become such a thing 🤔
And, while none of my readers know it yet, Im planning an ENTIRE series for my Ark Fjordur fanfic. Most of it will just be extras for minor and major characters, but some will also be completely different stories that take place before and after The Obelisk. I can’t wait to tell everyone the names of them and what I’m planning. 😝
I hope you like my story if you’ve read it! Ark story writers unite! Plus WoF fans!!!
-Moon
Thanks for the support Shadow!
Sickles and Scythes
Chapter 4: The Wound Always Bleeds
It was a warm morning. It’s not usually warm, but rarely the jerboas will screech and scrape and hide or roll about, and when that happens you know that it’s either gonna freeze your ass off or be a nice toasty sunrise. Guess this morning I lucked out. Thankfully simp gang- gosh… Tyrone called them that… anyway, simp gang had moved behind some rocks so I didn’t have to put up with all their ‘Oh my god, you look so prettyyyy’ and ‘Awwwww, he’s such a cutieee!!’ Comments. I was near some of the families, they were all curled up and happy together with the baby deinonychus in the middle of the huddle. That’s when I noticed I wasn’t the only one awake. A small, probably juvenile deinonychus was tumbling about and rolling over about a metre or two away from me. She noticed that I was awake and stumbled clumsily over to me, and shook her head before sitting down. She gasped and said:
“You’re Serena! You are the pack leader! You're awesome!” I chuckled and responded:
“Yes, that’s me. Thank you for the compliment.”
“What’s a comli… comp… compylant?”
“It’s where you say something nice to someone,” I answered “Like if I say you are adorable, that’s a compliment.” She gasped and ruffled her cyan-tinted feathers, exclaiming:
“That’s so cool!” But then she looked a little confused. “My mummy says that this is where all the families and the children are staying… where are your children?” It was an innocent question but it still stung. “I don’t have any children.” I responded.
“Oh… then where is your mate sleeping?” I winced.
“I lost my mate a long time ago…” so she replied with, “Then why are you here?”
“Because it’s nice to see everyone else so happy.” At that thought she scurried back to her parents who had just woken up and made her way to the centre of the huddle. It was a wholesome sight, but my chest throbbed and hurt where there felt like a hole that had been carved out and of me bled.
As dawn hit, I walked towards simp gang in an attempt to round up some people for a hunt. As I walked through I heard the infamous Lilly pipe in a comment, something like: ‘Oh she’s here.’ In an aggressive way. I turned and faced her.
“Care to share? Better to be strong and say to my face than be weak and cower away. Oh, and the weak always perish, Lilly. Never forget that.” Before she could respond there was a yell from behind me. One of the males had stood up.
“Look, just because you’re bitter about your ‘besty pal’ doesn’t mean you can talk to Lilly like that.” I walked over to him and placed a claw on his chest.
“Sweetheart, you don’t wanna start something you can’t finish.”
“Oh really.”
“Look honey, back down now or this’ll end in blood.”
“For you maybe.” I growled. He growled back, and we stood apart. He leapt towards me, attempting to grab ahold of my back but I ducked and caught his tail, which I spun him round in midair and flung him into a rock. I pounced, putting my sickle-claw at his throat and leaving a long scar across his abdomen with my right arm, slowly and painfully. He screamed as I finished scarring him.
“Look cutie, you ever pull a stunt like that and I won’t be as gracious,” I turned and walked away. “And remember, the weak ALWAYS perish.”
“Says something about your boyfriend.” I froze. I turned and ran straight towards him, grabbing his throat and gnashing him about. He was on the brink of death so I left him there, blood pouring out of all the wounds on his body. Not even Lilly wanted to help him and they walked away.
On my way back I saw an Argentavis flying away from where I slept with something in its talons. Then I saw the families chasing it. I looked closer and a bundle of cyan-tinted feathers flailed about in its talons. I ran, and I jumped off a rock and dig my claws into the birds side, ripping and shredding at it until if finally died. The little deinonychus that I saved and had talked to earlier hugged me and started crying. I patted her head and gave her to her grateful family. Then I said,
“I am never letting anyone be taken ever again.”
So that’s exactly what I’ll do.
-Hope you liked it!
-Nightfall
Sickles And Scythes
Chapter 2: Flesh Fresh From The Hunt
I joined in, leaping onto the same Allo as Serena. We tore through its flesh, ripping chunks of meat out and watching as the blood poured out of its gashing wound. The Allos fought back but it was futile: we had them dead before they realised what hit them. We took our share of meat from the carcasses whilst some of the others brought it back to members of the pack, either to feed their mates or to impress others. Alan, one of the hunters, took a ration of meat back to his mate, Melody. The reason he hung around there with the simp gang was because that is where his wife usually is. Most of the other males took meat back, some of the females that joined us on the hunt gathered around the same area and began to eat their share. I tore a mighty hunk of meat off and sat down a while away from the others. Serena took her share of the meat and sat down with it near me. I didn’t mind her company, and besides, it was better being near her than some of the others. I watched as she sat down and tore a piece of meat out of her pile and ate it. I tucked in myself.
After our meal I was about to head off and find a nice source of water, but one of the hunters who had gathered a large chunk of meat decided that he would bring it to Serena. I smiled and decided to watch the drama unfold. He put it down beside her and she looked at the pile he had brought her. She rolled her eyes and looked away. He took a piece and pushed it towards her head. She scoffed and said to him,
“Honey, if you want to impress me you’re gonna have to do a little better than that.” She stood up and swayed her hips as she walked past him. He puffed up his chest and walked beside her, trying to put his head over hers. She put her index claw on his throat and her face close to his and said,
“I appreciate how you want this… but if I were you…” she dug the claw deeper into his throat and slowly scraped it along his neck until there was a cut at least 2 inches in length. “I’d try something or someone else to get my affection.” She walked off and brushed her tail against his shoulder down his neck, aggravating the wound she had caused which made him wince and pushing his chin away from her. I smirked as she walked past me and I followed her.
It would have been a nice day if I hadn’t followed her. That was my fatal mistake. I’ll never forget that sunrise. It was beautiful, but it was the last one I’d ever see like that.
-Next chapter will tell you what happened, hope you enjoyed!
-Nightfall
Guns n’ Rexes
Chapter 1: When Past Meets Present
You hear about the dinosaurs, how they died a couple million years ago - give or take a millenia - and how they walked the Earth just as men do now. Only, history must’ve gotten in some kinda pickle cause I’m pretty sure last I checked it was 2021, and my plump rear was plonked in front of the telly with one hand holding the remote and another in a pack of Doritos. Covid kept the door locked and made sure I was unfit, but then… Well, I don’t really remember what happened next but I woke up on some beach in this strange place. Sounds like a Netflix intro, huh? Yeah. Sure as heck seems like I’m in some Netflix show. I mean, how could a fatso like me wake up on a dusty beach after falling alseep on his sofa and then go on to discover that some frickin’ extinct species was just chilling here with me? On this hella-weird cliff place? Yeah. Definately a Netflix show.
Well, it turned out that I wasn’t alone. Some guy, maybe in his thirties, had been round here on some ancient horse ancestor. He must have some issues in his brain cause he thinks he’s from the Wild West. He sure acts, looks and sounds like a cowboy anyway. Somehow I survived for a bit, made some clothes out of leaves and a bow with some vines and a sapling I found but I didn’t know how to make arrows sooo… I just yeeted rocks at stuff that ran at me. It usually worked. He found me, ranted on about some ‘potential’ he saw deep inside me or whatever and then ‘took me as his apprentice’. It meant proper clothes, a decent meal and a friend so I happily said yes.
Fast forward a while and I’m pointing a pistol while on the back of a feathered raptor from Jurassic Park and robbing a convoy while at high speeds- living the best Dino-Cowboy life there is. How did I get to this point? Lotta stories for another time cause this campfire’s gonna run out before I get to Chapter 2. Besides, it’s late and I’m tired.
-Next in Direwolf! Felt like writing another story after a while.
-Nightfall
The Reaping - Chapter one
"Mauve! Scorch! Wake up!"
Mauve heard his mother call. He dashed out of his hole with his little sister trailing behind. She recently learned to walk.
Mauve looked back and Scorch tripped on the rocks. "Are you okay?" He asked as he helped her up. She was so tiny, and her orange-black feathers were still fluffy. Scorch stood up and nodded, waddling towards their parents.
They walked out to see mother dealing with an ovi raptor. She snorted as it tried to grab the egg, but then father ran up to it and scared it off.
"Well, who wants to come hunt it? If so, we have to go now before it's gone." Father said. "This would be Scorch's first hunt.
Scorch stood up to him and puffed out her chest. "I'll rip its face off!" She said loudly, but it was more like a squeak.
"I want to come." Mauve decided. Mother nodded. "I'll come too," she said.
"Then, let's go!" Father pushed his way out of the small cave and dashed across the wet grass, the full-grown deinonychus disappeared within seconds of entering the jungle. Mother followed behind, carrying Scorch. Mauve ran after.
*That oviraptor will pay for trying to eat my little sibling!* Mauve thought, going in after. He ran close to his mother, following her tail.
"Yes! I got it!" Father bellowed triumphantly as the rest of the family slowed to a stop. He came out of the bushes with the limp ovi in his jaws as a loud roar echoed through the trees.
Unmistakably, that was the horn for the Sacrifice Announcement.
-Unknown
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