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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
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
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
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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Ranger, if you don’t want it to be stolen or used by anyone else. You may consider using Wattpad since you can have under license.
If you decide to post it here, that’s awesome!!! If you decide that works better, that’s awesome too!!! I don’t want you posting it uncomfortably or with worry about it being stolen.
Until Next Time!!!
-PrimalApex:)
I had one his name was fluffy.
Fluffy had a wife and two sons and one daughter.
Fluffy kids grew up and had children.
Fluffy's wife dies while protecting 50 lystrosaurus' from a Dodo boss (modded ark)
Fluffy dies from stubbing his toe on an Achatina
Chris is sad Fluffy died.
-CoolDinoBlack
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