The best Dino in the game. Feed friend to the parents grab egg and RUN! They (with imprint) are the fastest Dino on land. Fluffy and Worth It!!!

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

*comes cloaked

I have been within the cult for many years, ever since the Dinosaurs in Space video (PrimalCarnage). Toast and Tea Rex are the most beloved characters I have ever come across. I really want their plushies.

Hope you are doing well Ranger!!!! Stay safe out there!!!

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

3, now 4, posts in one day. Not too shabby. Anyways, I’m currently working on Codex Urthaa and making there be a crusade between the Ere’kaa and another clan that hasn’t been mentioned quite yet (at least I don’t think).

-Ranger

Here’s the last of Urthaa’s many, many creatures (that I’ve catalogued):

Surri’ko; (Translated; Gut-Butcher) Parasitic relatives of the Zerr’ain that, when they smell blood, crawl up from the ground, tear the wound wider, and burrow into the wounded animal/human, devouring their organs and staying inside the body for up to a week to drink its blood. Their venom is paralytic. They commonly have brown, reddish, or greenish scales. Roughly 1 foot long. The Sahr believe them to be the Spawn of Torrin.

Qurr’mij; (Translated; Sea Reaper) Descendants of Mosasaurus that live in the Great Murkai and Erewi oceans and viciously attack anything in their territory. They are known to snatch Boggr’u or regular birds from the sky to supplement their diet. Their scales are bluish white or greenish, depending on the subspecies. 50-72 feet long, 12 feet wide, 9 feet tall. The Yuur consider them demons. The Ere’kaa see them as gods, the Brood of Ferunner; to be feared and respected.

Tirii; (Translation: Common Fin) A common type of filter-feeding fish eaten by every Clan with water access, along with many predators, particularly the Qurr’mij. They have six fins, and are typically greenish in coloration. 3-5 feet long, 1 foot tall.

Boggu’makor; (Translation; World-Borer) Gargantuan relatives of the Boggu’ari that descended into the deep for safety and territory. They were what dug out the Weio’nuuli, with clawed wings and white-hot fire-venom. 10 feet tall, 300 feet long.

-Ranger

Secondary lore-dump!

BEASTS OF URTHAA

There are many beasts on Urthaa. Listed here are only a fraction of them.

Ter’vaan; (Translated; Sacred Claw) Large, quadrupedal creatures, with a thin layer of black or brown feathers over their scales. Descendants of Inostrancevia, they have serrated fangs, ridged claws, and barbed tail-blades that are able to retract into keratin ‘sheaths’. Roughly 12 feet long, 6.6 feet tall.

Boggr’u; (Translated; Soaring Death) Massive wyverns with rust-colored scales and maws, full of serrated fangs, that drip green fire-venom. Under their throats are sacs that pulse with the aforementioned fire-venom. They have a thin layer of brown or black feathers, though the Ero’tul breed has thicker whitish feathers. 30 feet long, 5.9 feet tall.

Boggu’ari; (Translated; Earth-scorcher) The flightless cousins of the Boggr’u, they use their heavy wings as clawed hammers while in combat, and as front legs when walking. Ridden by Ere’kaa and Tyrvun berserkers, belching crimson fire-venom that clings as it scorches. Capable of gliding for short distances, but not powered flight. 7 feet tall, 22 feet long.

Ter’fyn Wolves; (Translated; Shadow Wolves) Large wolves that stalk the northern plateaus and mountains, their pelts gray, black, and white, to blend into the snow and rocks. 5 feet tall, 9 feet long.

Rakrii Deer; (Translated; Forest-wraith Deer) Ter’fyn Wolves’ preferred prey. Their pelts are dappled brown and black, to mimic tree bark. Fully grown bucks are capable of trampling and goring predators with their antlers. 7 feet tall, 9 feet long.

Okrii goats; (Translated; Vampire Goats) Horrifyingly carnivorous mountain goats that blend into the darkened snow of night and tear out the throats of prey. 4 feet tall, 5 feet long.

Tol’bbeg; (Translated; Blaze Demon) Black- or red-scaled, flightless, plateau-stalking relatives of the Boggr’u that spit bluish fire-venom. Their arms are long, heavily muscled with short, powerful claws that are used for knuckle-walking, burrowing, and attacking. The Tol’bbeg are ridden by a Sahr terrorist group known as the Snar-Kekk. ‘God-Eaters’. 8 feet tall, 40 feet long. They are believed to be the embodiments of the Uio’taii-Kaa.

Wre’nneg‘us: (Translated: Village-feed Beast) Pig-like creatures, with short, curled tusks and thick brown hides. Used as livestock by the Ere’kaa, Tyrvun, who breed them for thinner fur and thicker hide, and Ero’tul, who breed them to have thicker fur for survival in the harsh cold. Their hides are often used for cloaks by non-warriors.

Tyrui; (Translated; War Tiger) Descendants of the Thylacoleo, brawnier and better at climbing, with thumb claws designed for grappling and slashing. Tyrui have reddish or brown pelts. They are ridden solely by the Violl. Native to the Smukr Forests of the West. 5 feet tall, 8 feet long.

Mur’don; (Translated; Brutal Huntsman) Descendants of Qianzhousaurus, with longer arms, six spikes on their snouts, and osteoderms lining their backs and limbs. Mur’don are capable of walking on all fours or its hind limbs. (Facultative bipeds) Most often have gray or greenish scales, though some have blood-red scales, and are thus considered sacred. They hunt in packs of up to six, and are ridden only by Ere’kaa shock-troops. They feed on human corpses, Tyrui, Okrii goats, Rakrii deers, and Ter’fyn wolves. Their packs, called Mar’toa (Translated; Nightmares), are led by a Ter-Vuuli, the largest male, which translates to ‘Blood Lord’. 6.7 feet tall, 36 feet long. The Ere’kaa believe them to be the Sons of Tirra, sent to sow chaos and punish unworthy warriors.

Axiir; (Translated; Great Tusk) Descendants of mammoths that became carnivorous due to scarce resources. Their tusks are serrated, to cut through flesh, and their trunks are tipped with 4 bone claws. 20 feet tall, 30 feet long. Believed to be Ice-gods given flesh.

Tur’naak; (Translated; Horrific Maw) Massive, spider-like monstrosities with six legs and two scorpion-like claws, barbed raptorial jaws, and opaque, blackish, or orangish shells. Only seen in deep caves and the Salt Barrens of the Southwest. 5 feet tall, 10 feet long. Considered demons sent by Ferunner; “Life is a mistake. The Tur’naak are the cure.”

Zerr’ain; (Translated; Swamp Ghost) Amphibious wyrm-snakes, distant descendants of the Titanaboa. Their scales are mottled bluish, greenish, or muddy brown. They haunt the Blackwater Swamp, near the Sahr’s territory. 3 feet tall, 25 feet long.

Kaar’vior; (Translated: Man-snatcher Wing) Large vampire bats with brown or black pelts that feed on livestock and children. On rare occasions, they snatch adult humans from the ground, particularly during the Black Silence (Winter). When slain, their wings are often used as cloaks or gliders. 6 foot wingspan, 3 feet long, 2 feet tall. The Suun’tai believe them to be demons sent by Terva to terrorize incompetent hunters or heretics.

And this isn’t all of them!

-Ranger

Lore-drop, people! (Kinda late, but this should be enough lore to make up for it):

THE GODS OF URTHAA

Tirra, Terva, and Ferunner are the three main gods.

Tirra is the god of war, night, and chaos. Depicted as a man with dark red skin and three snarling Mur’don heads, in bone-iron armor, holding an Ur’nott in one hand and a Mar’toa-Naka in the other.

Terva is the goddess of hunting, guarding (in any form), and silence. Depicted as a woman with the head of a Ter’fyn wolf and Suun’tai armor.

Ferunner is the god of fire, life, and death. Depicted as a golden Boggr’u with five heads.

To the Sahr, there is also Torrin. The Bones of the Ground. God of hunger, murder, and vengeance. Depicted as a goat-horned shadow of a man.

The Eldest Tale

Every child of every Clan learns how Urthaa was born, with some differences.

During the Age Before, the world was naught. Only Ferunner’s light pierced the shadows of Torrin, his accursed shadow-kin, banished to the Void Beneath.

After many, many millennia, Ferunner’s Fire grew dim with boredom. So, he chose to create. First, a spark of golden fire flickered from his claw. From it was born Tirra, baying like the hound he was forged to be, his crimson light flickering eerily. And so, Ferunner spoke, his voice everywhere and nowhere: “You, Spawn of Fire, shall be known as Tirra. You will be my Wolf, my soldier.” Ferunner turned, his eyes blazing brighter. From that blaze came the silver light, Terva, bow already in hand, cloak swaying in a breeze that did not exist. And so, Ferunner spoke, his voice everywhere and nowhere: “You, Spawn of Light, shall be known as Terva. You will be my Huntress, my killer.”

Thus, it was as Ferunner said. His claws traced the Void, tearing from it a rock. One of his tears fell upon this rock, and from it sprung water. Terva came to watch, slowly circling the odd rock. She breathed upon it, and from that breath came the ground. Tirra’s eyes burned. “Let me, sister.” He came closer, the light of his eyes spawning beasts from the sea, what we know as the beyond-ancient kin of the Mur’don and Boggr’u. Ferunner closed his fist around the rock, and when he opened it, there was true life upon it…

But Torrin’s darkness stained the rock, creating death, chaos, hunger.

Ferunner spoke once more, the final time he would speak, his voice coming from everywhere and nowhere: “Let this stone be known as Urthaa, for it bears life.”

-Ranger

Speaking of prophecy’s, I have a whole story that sprayers in Snail section about a prophecy! It’s called the Obelisk and me and my readers have accidentally hoarded the entire Atchina story section. 😅 somewhere in the book we hear the prophecy that brought my whole story together. It’s not the best, but reading WoF has really helped me out! Anyways bye.

-Moon

Sickles and Scythes

Chapter 5: Bloodstained White Cliffs

Our pack is always on the move. We never stay in one spot unless there are eggs there. No one had lay any eggs though. Me and Elijah were at the front. Elijah was Alan and Melody’s teenage son, oh and by the way Melody had a fallout with simp gang so now they stay more towards the other families. Elijah was maybe a foot shorter than me and was learning to be independent. He was going after mainly Moschops and Parasaurs, but they provided excellent solo sport and proved delicious. Seeing as he was learning to be more independent he had made his way to the front with me to learn to look for threats and to tell the difference between a bloodthirsty killing machine and an exquisite snack. We pointed out Paracers, Rexes, Allos, and many more before we decided to settle down nearer to sunset. I decided to climb up some steep rocks for some privacy, so that’s what I did.

Blood… sweet, sanguine, metallic… and it was faintly in my dreams, barely noticeable but I tilted my head towards the scent, sniffing and breathing in the air. It was almost calling me, lifting my head up and gently opening my eyes… and then I saw that my dreams were reality- a trail of blood had been scraped across the floor and it continued for miles from the direction we came from to a nearby lake. I hopped down from the rocks and made my way to the little oasis, following the scent of drying blood and the crimson trail that drew me in. It looked as though a creature, about my size, had been severely injured and dragged itself for miles to find water to drink and clean its wounds… but how would a creature my size manage all of that? It isn’t possible. They would die on the way. My suspicions grew when I saw that some of the rose red trail I was following was covered up by strategically placed leaves and bushes. The pack began to wake during morning, and I should’ve gone back to them but I stayed to explore. I followed from where bloodstains turned to soaking patches where maybe a really soggy carcass had been dragged through behind some leaves towards the edge of a cliff. I looked down and saw that it wasn’t just a 70ft drop but a metre below was the entrance to a cave. I rappelled down the cliff with my claws to the cave, where I stood as my eyes adjusted to the dark. When I was acclimatised I went inside. I saw the bones of a kill, maybe 4-5 days old, sitting gathering dust and rotting. I ventured deeper into the caverns and it took a split. I followed my gut and went right. The more I went the deeper it got, until glowing crystals began to appear along the path, illuminating the dark. I continued along until the cave went more upwards, and the further I followed it the more I realised I was walking into daylight. It’s what I saw next that shocked me the most.

There, lying in broad daylight under the shelter of some trees was the deinonychus that I left for dead, cleaned and on the mend. I went up to him and my jaw fell open. He noticed me and said:

“After you left me to die someone saved my life, brought me here. He’s been trying to track you. To hunt you down. And you won’t stand a chance,” he scoffed and laughed. “Not at all…”

“Who?” I asked but he just laughed and shook his head, but using his claw he drew a long line across the side of his face in the air.

“The guy with the scar on his face, who soloed a Rex and killed those ones,” he said, gesturing towards some skeletons and half decayed corpses of humans “And he’s been after you for a while. Like you said, the weak ALWAYS die. Guess we’re about to find out how weak you really are!” He shouted, laughing and rolling about. “That gonna upset you, a yittle-whittle bitty-boo? It’s ok to cry sweetie.” He said, erupting into uncontrollable hysterics.

“We’ll see.” I responded, gritting my teeth

“Oh yes we will!” He smirked as I disappeared back into the caverns that brought me here.

-Do I have you hooked? I hope so!

-Nightfall

I just read Sickles and Scythes, and its awesome!! Though i might be biased seeing as I love deinonychus............ANYWAYS ITS AWESOME KEEP UP THE AWESOME WORK NIGHTFALL

-Your Friendly Neighborhood Shadow

Sickles and Scythes

Chapter 3: Crimes Committed

“See what I mean Tyrone? All they want to do is have you worship and- what?” I was smirking as she ranted on about how the only thing males wanted was your respect and undying love.

“Nothing! You always go on about this kind of stuff, and you always say how guys are so bad in front of me- a guy. And for some reason, you don’t mind me! Out of everyone, I’m literally the only guy you don’t hate.” I stated, waiting for her to come up with a reply. “Yeah, well… you don’t try and pull any ‘pretty me’ stunts, or anything like- LOOK OUT!” Her friendly complaints about it all turned into a cry of warning as an arrow struck my side. I felt a little dizzy and I grew wearier. Another pierced my side. I grew dizzier but not entirely disoriented. I saw my attackers. I raced to go after them, my teeth bared. I heard Serena cry out the pack call and I heard others respond to it. Within moments they were following me into the charge. Another two arrows impaled my chest and I grew disoriented, my eyes were blurred and I turned around in fear to fall back behind Serena. I barely felt the last arrow settle itself into my side as I fell down, my eyes closing and my nightmares beginning.

I saw Tyrone rush head first into the attackers. I cried out my cry to rally the others and I charged behind Tyrone, and as I raced forward. The others rushed in behind me, an army of angry Deinonychus appeared from behind the rocks. We were up against an armada of Stegosaurus, Triceratops and other armoured herbivores that appeared to be under the command of humans- the only thing we really knew about humans was that they used their high intelligence to befriend and command others, as well as constructing multiple different items to aid them and their allies. We took them on, latching to their tames and clawing at them but they were too strong. They pushed us back past Tyrone who had fallen unconscious and once they did, they held their ground and took him. By the time we got back they had gone, and they took him with them. I was devastated. He was my best friend. And now he was gone.

Some people tried to soothe me, but I couldn’t think. The sun set and before I knew it the dark, consuming blanket of night had embraced my surroundings, coating it and shielding it from the light of day. I went to the spot where he slept last, where the grass was pressed down by the riverbank. I didn’t think I’d ever see him again, and that is true to this day. All of that was 3 years ago.

“So what happened to him?” Enquired one of the babies.

“I don’t know,” I replied. “I never saw him again.”

“But if you didn’t find his body, he isn’t dead!” Stated another one, but I told him:

“Just because I didn’t find his body doesn’t mean there isn’t a body. I don’t think he’ll ever be back. I don’t think..” but as I trailed off another one of the juvenile Deinonychus cut me off, saying:

“But he has to come back! It’s not fair.”

“Life isn’t fair! I guess this is just the first you’ve seen of it.” I walked off back to the other members of the pack. Some followed me and some sat down, thinking about the story. I looked over the sunset again and sighed. I missed him, but I can’t dwell on the past.

-Hope you like these tales!

-Nightfall

Fun fact they do not take fall damage even though each time I fall while riding him I have a mini heart attack cause I think he’s gonna die

I had one named furry raptor and he died when I tried to jump on a giga

Please update, Nightfall! Also, author of Talons and Scythes (I think that’s the title) update please! Great stories so far.

-Ranger

My First deinon was hatched with the only intention of doing the temple cave, but not long after i started to use It for hunts, caves and Just running for Fun. I hatched 2 other eggs in the Hope of a female, but instead i got 2 identical deinons, both Green, and i proced to name then both lettuce and spinach. I had a pack. A good pack. BUT... I found the aberrant zone. I Explored It a bit, and found the radiation zone. I obviosliy din't even came close to that place, but then there was a moment i needed to enter there. One of the membrers of the server wanted the Gatekeeper artifact for the Boss, and where offering a baby giga as the reward. I never had much luck finding gigas but in that moment i really wanted one good. My Hope were that my best deinon Wold be able to get the artifact And get out easily. But the game coldon't be more evil and he got stuck in a tree. I wasn't able to even get the artifact, i Just yeeted myself into an Element pool. Today he have It own statue and her brothers around It. I never more Ride a deinon after that, in respect to it

Monarchy's Plight

Chapter 18

Alisa's eyes darted to the queens mouth and saw the green substance about to hit goon. Alisa charged with all of her strength and leapt onto the shadow queen, knocking her into a wall. Alisa ripped a giant chunk out of the queen as she tried to snap and grab Alisa off. Alisa looked over and saw Diana leap onto the queen aswell as start doing the same. The queen bit into Alisa and threw her towards a pit of the green substance mixed with a different substance. Alisa grasped for something to hold onto and managed to grip a small tree that was growing on the side. Alisa pulled herself up and ran back to the queen. Alisa thought despretly on what to do, and came up with a crazy idea.

"Cover me!" Alisa shouted.

Alisa had one last thought about how insane this was as she leapt straight into the wyverns giant maw...

-shadow

All good Ranger, totally understandable.

And I also write my scripts on a document before posting!

—Moon

The Reaping - Chapter two

Everyone in the nesting grounds dreaded this day, but it always came. Once a month they sacrificed someone to satisfy beasts that they weren't sure even existed.

Anyone who knew what they were was long dead. "Welcome everyone...w- we all know what today is." Said the alpha as everyone gathered around. Mauve looked at his tail feathers self consciously. "Do I look ok?" He whispered to his parents. Everyone knew that the alpha usually chose those that he liked the least, but nobody spoke about it because it could mean an instant sacrifice.

"Well...let's see..." said the alpha as Scorch nervously huddled against Mauve. "It's ok...nobody your age is ever chosen." Mauve lied, trying to calm her. "How about...you!" He heard the alpha yell, pointing.

Mauve knew where the alpha was pointing, even before he looked. The alpha's talon was pointed at Mauve. Scorch and Mauve's parents were speechless. Mauve began to walk forward, but to his suprise, the alpha told him to go back. "No, not you...her. the little one." The alpha said. "NO! SHE'S AN INNOCENT HATCHLING, SHE DID NOTHING WRONG! TAKE ME INSTEAD!" Mauve yelled, only embarrassing himself as the others ignored.

"Well everyone...let's not delay this any more than neccesary." The alpha said surprisingly calmly, like sacrificing innocent children was no big deal and he had done it many times before. "Come on!" The alpha growled, pulling Scorch, who tried desperately to free herself from his grasp. Mauve couldn't just let them sacrifice his little sister. After all, she was his responsibility.

-Unknown

Bored Person, as an answer to your question.

Chaos.

-Ranger