Love the cover art ISSA masterpiece and I look forward to this guy in caves wich is where I plan to find them just hope the onyx don't come with it imagine death rabies and blood loss will make the caves a terrifying place

it would be really cool if you have to eat narcotic and then when it drinks your blood it gains the torpor instead

I remember reading up on his concept a while back, and was extremely excited to see it in the roster. I though the carchar or Bison would take the vote, but when I heard this won… let’s just say I can’t wait to ride around the map on a giant bat. Anyone else with me?

The tale of the shadow phoenixes

Chapter five.

Tom awoke bright and early the next morning. James was as usual sleeping in. James was not a early riser unless he had something important to do. *SNORE!* *SNORE!* Also James was a terrible snorer and a deep sleeper. Tom pulled out his book and tried to read. *SNORE!* * SNORE!* Tom eye twitched with irritation. He could deal with James snoring whenever Tom was asleep bc it was like a sound machine but whenever he was trying to focus…it was NOT helpful. He elbowed the mattress above him. The snoring paused for a second. Tom sighed thankfully. Then James let out another. *SNOOOOORE!* The loudest snore yet. Tom slammed the book shut and climbed out of his bunk. He climbed to the top bunk and shook his brother. “James get up! James!” Tom said. No answer. Tom put his mouth close to his brother’s ear. “JAMES! GET UP!” Tom bellowed. James sat up abruptly on his elbows. “What? I’m up, I’m up!” James said. James groaned when he saw it was Tom. He sank back down and put his pillow over his head. “Why did you wake me up?” James asked, his voice muffled through the pillow. Tom smirked. “Um…let me think…oh yeah! Because you were snoring louder than a t-Rex!” Tom said. James moaned. “Oh stop being a baby. Get up!” Tom said he grabbed his book and headed for the breakfast table.

After they had eaten breakfast James and Tom headed to an old abandoned musician’s house where the friends had decided to meet. Cole and Leah were already there. “Hi Cole, hi Leah.” Tom said. James saluted them. “Where’s Arianna?” Leah asked. James smirked. “Late.” The door suddenly banged open and Arianna ran in. “Hi guys!” She said. James continued to smirk. “You’re late” he said. Arianna rolled her eyes. “Like I don’t know that, Mr. James Aragorn Riddle!” Arianna retorted. “Please MRS. Arianna Black, call me James!” James said. “WHATEVER….James.” Arianna said. “Hey watch your tone! You know I am TWO years older than YOU!” James exclaimed. “That doesn’t matter!”

“Does to!”

“Does not!”

“Does to!”

“Does not!”

“Enough!” Leah shouted. It was very strange but Arianna who was a very sweet girl got so riled up about James. Leah and Tom got between James and Arianna. “How are ANY of us gonna be friends if you two keep fighting like cats and dogs?!” Tom asked. “Yeah guys, please… can y’all make a peace treaty or something? My head is starting to hurt.” Cole remarked. Arianna crossed her arms. “Fine. But only if James STOPS annoying me!” Arianna said. James rolled his eyes. “Fine, only if Arianna STOPS acting like my mother!” James said. “Okay good, do both of you two agree to this?” Leah asked. They both nodded and shook hands. “Finally some quiet.” Tom murmured. “Hey we heard that!” James and Arianna exclaimed together.

My next chapter is coming soon!

-SunnyFox57.

The Arks: Over Heaven (by Ben)

Chapter 27: Crocodile Chaos

Part 2/2

“Arghh, it’s just too tough to kill!” Gary shouted as his magazine fell to the ground.

“We need help from another beast,” Ben said as he looked at the giant elephant things.

Before the crocodile could regain its composure, Ben clenched his fist and pointed at the elephant. Flowers began to grow all along the vines on Ben’s arm, and with a single thought, pollen shot out of the bud. Traveling along the gentle current, as it reached the giant elephant, it let out a roar of rage and began to stomp toward the two.

“Dive beneath the water!” Ben commanded. The two dunked their heads beneath the murky waters, and as the elephant approached the ground began to shake. Assuming the crocodile to be its attacker, the elephant lifted its legs and crushed the crocodile’s head.

Pleased, the elephant began to trot away, letting Ben and Gary submerge for a breath of air. The two coughed violently, but after a while they regained their spirits and stamina. Gary let out a sigh of relief as he saw the crushed crocodile floating eerily in the water.

“Whew, thank goodness that creature was around, we would have been its next meal if it weren’t.”

“Yeah, you’re right,” Ben said. He placed his hand on the crocodile, inspecting the kill pridefully. This giant crocodile, they had taken down with their wits.

“Hmm. I think it’s a Sarcosuchus, or Deinosuchus, either of the two,” Gary hypothesized.

“Yeah. Yeah I think it is. Are we going to harvest it for his meat?”

“Of course man!”

The two took their picks out and began to hack away at the corpse, but as they did they realized that the skin still remained intact. Ben peeled away the skin like a wrapper and touched it gently. It was as hard as metal.

“Woah, that’s kinda cool,” Ben commented, “I think we should keep it.”

“Yeah, I bet everyone’s going to call us heroes or something! ‘Woah, look, Ben and Gary just killed a massive crocodile! Look how cool they are!’ Wouldn’t that be cool?” Gary grinned.

“I think it does. I guess we’ll keep it then. If you don’t mind, can I hold onto it?”

“Of course. Of course.”

“Thanks.”

The two walked away from the gravesite of the Sarcosuchus, but as they did, Ben waved goodbye.

“See ya later, alligator!”

Ba dum, tss.

Although Ben was kind of bummed no one replied with the infamous “In a while, crocodile!” it was in good spirits. The two still had a Kaprosuchus to tame.

The Arks: Over Heaven

Chapter 27: Crocodile Chaos

Part 1/2

“Gosh, it’s so murky and disgusting here!” Gary complained as he walked through the murky swamp waters. After a bit of traveling, they had made it to the writhing swamps, where all sorts of disgusting critters hung out. It was absolutely riddled with algae-filled water, mangrove trees, and large dragonflies the size of their arms.

“Yeah, I know it’s pretty gross in here, but we just gotta suck it up. The faster we find this Kaprosuchus and tame it the faster we can get out of here, you know?” Ben replied while looking around cautiously. He could spot giant frogs leaping languorously from one part of the water to the other, and giant elephant-like beasts with droopy heads and floppy tails. While both seemed passive enough, who knew what other creatures lurked beneath the waters.

“What do those things look like anyway? All I remember was that Kaprosuchus from The Obelisk was red, or something.”

“I’m pretty sure they’re like crocodiles. Almost. Except they don’t have stubby legs and can jump and prance around like horses, or something,” Ben answered.

“Huh, so it wouldn’t be that giant thing approaching us right now?”

Gary pointed at the waters and Ben looked to see a humongous crocodile swimming toward them at an alarming rate. Ben aimed his arm at the crocodile.

“Darn it, prepare to engage!” Ben warned Gary. Gary reached for his sheath and pulled out a simple pistol. Gary aimed his pistol at the crocodile and began to fire away.

BAM BAM BAM BAM!

The crocodile let out groans of agony, but it didn’t stop its pursuit. It instantly leapt and grabbed Ben in its jaws. It began to twist, shake, and turn its snout, shaking Ben around like a salt shaker. Ben let out angry groans of annoyance, as he felt a flower sprout on his hand and shoot a green blob out, hitting the crocodile in the eye. It let out a roar and opened its mouth slightly, letting Ben roll out, panting for air.

Gary quickly helped Ben up, and Ben reached his palm out, making the tendrils of the mangrove trees interlap and hold the prehistoric lizard down. Ben could feel his heart racing, and his body ached.

“Are you okay?” Gary asked. Ben nodded meekly.

“I covered my whole body with vines before we left, just in case. But my plant powers can’t hold this thing down forever, we need to go.”

The two began to rush through the water, however it was clear that running through water was not exactly an effective way to run away. The giant crocodile burst from its prison and swam to the duo again, preparing for another assault.

“Let’s just,” Ben gasped as he felt mushrooms grow on his skin, “Do this!”

Clouds of spores shot out of his arms and Gary shut his eyes. As soon the crocodile leapt for an attack, it was blinded and it let out a fierce roar, splashing back into the water. Gary aimed his gun and continued to shoot at the crocodile, but its thick, leathery scales proved to be an effective shield against Gary’s gun.

The Obelisk

-Chapter 29-

The sun was halfway in the sky. Litters of small fluffy clouds floated high up, and Forest wondered what they were made of.

Needles lifted a small sack from his shoulder—one Forest had not realized was there—and began to dig through it with his claws. “Everyone,” he called, getting their attention, “come here, come here.” He pulled out a small weathered scroll from the sack, and gently unrolled it on the grass below him.

Everyone leaned closer, trying to get a better look. It was map—the one Forest had only ever seen drawn with charcoal on the rock floor, when his parents tough him about the outside world.

“What is it?” Rust asked.

“This is Fjordur,” Needles explained. “We are here, right outside Runheimr. Forest must have come from here, where lost carnivores had claimed to see a Basilisk.” He tapped a part of the scroll where a few rocks were drawn, in between the Broken Meadows and the Bay. “Do you recognize it, Forest?”

Forest drew his head close. “Maybe?”

Needled chuckled. “Alright then.”

“I do!” Spark said. “Look, there’s few human ruins near it—that’s where me and my brother lived. Then I went that way”—she swished the top of her tail over the rock pile drawing—“ and found—ahem—saved Forest.”

“Then I was right,” Needles said. “That’s where I will be going next. To the Drake caves, to find Peeri.”

“What? Why?” Crimson asked.

“I want to meet Peeri in person,” Needles said with a sigh. “Hear the prophecy from her own mouth. Maybe get some clues.”

“But—“ Forest tried.

“I wish you could come along, too, friends. But we must go out separate ways. We are almost at Runheimr, and then you will no longer need me.”

Rust yelped and whirled around.

“What is it?” Spark asked him.

“A ground squirrel or something just trodded over my tail!” Rust snarled. “I’ll go teach him a lesson.” He stomped off to a nearby bush.

“I a m hungry,” Spark said. “If you get it, save some for me!”

“Got it!”

Needled turned back to the map. “Tomorrow, you will go here,” he pointed to a strange drawing of a building right by the Dark Forest. “The Terror Birds rarely go there. That’s where you will sneak in.”

“OK,” Spark mused, nodding.

“Rrrrraargh!” Rust was roaring, pounding into a briar bush. “You stupid, stinky, son of a Fenrir! Get OUT ALREADY SO I CAN KILL YOU!”

Forest laughed and turned to help him, but then Rust froze, making Forest pause.

Rust barely moved. He squinted, swished a few leaves aside, and reached into the bush with one talon.

“I found something,” Rust yelled.

“What is it?” The carnivores all turned to walk over.

“I—“ Rust looked up to them, his face a mask of confusion. “I don’t know.”

not gonna lie, this would be horrifying just like this.

imagine...

your in a dark forest, cold.

you wander around so very aimlessly.

suddenly..! you heard an ear-bursting, high-pitched screech.

you look around for the source of the noise, and you turn back to where you were originally looking.

you are met with a cartoon-y, 2-d, bat.

the bat smiles harmlessly at you. it opens its mouth and screeches.

your eardrums weren't adjusted to the screech before, and since this... thing... screeched once more, you are practically deaf.

the last thing you hear... before you die.

i don't really know anything about this creature and i just made all this up lol

I really thought this would be replaced by the bison but WELL DONE I only wish the sky Gina was added I’m assuming this will be a flying blood stalker or maybe something else but I feel like this will not be a regular oh tranq out tame like no way

Protectors of pandora

Chapter 8 ~a feast and a warning~

The feast was delicious, the makhawk tribe had an abundance of fruit, fish, and even crops. the group ate like kings. “Thiss iss the besst fish I’ve ever had and that’ss ssaying something!” One of the sea serpents said. “We get our fish from the caves behind the emerald falls, they are bigger, more colorful, and tastier than regular fish.” The makhawk chief said. “Well they are amazing, by the way why do you guys hate the sinomacrops tribe so much?” Nash said. “It’s a looong story filled with petty squabbles, territorial wars, and treason. I won’t bore you on the details..” the chief said. Nash (who loved a good long story) looked like he did want to be “bored with the details” but he kept his mouth shut.

When they were finished eating the chief asked “so what is your plan for this.. Salizar?”

“Not sure I’m not the plan guy.. that was Ceasars job…” Nash said. “You miss your friend?” The chief said. “Ya.. all my friends.. I don’t even know if they’re alive..” Nash said. “Hmm I might know of a way to help.” The chief said. “What iss it?” Seascale asked. “There’s a strange object in the emerald caves, it’s made of a shiny metal and glows like the sun, it looks similar to the obelisks.” The chief said. “That’s great! It sounds like an artifact, Ceasar spoke of them, I think they have something to do with the obelisks.” Nash said. “Do they teleport uss out of here?” Seascale asked. “No idea but it’s a start.” Nash said. “But be warned.. to get there, you have to go through the kingdom of the… amargasaurs!” The chief said. “What’s so scary about amargasaurs..” Nash said. “I don’t know about in your world but here they are a psychotic tribe of animals who will kill anyone or anything that isn’t strictly an herbivore.” The chief said in a grave tone. Nash looked at the chief with a puzzled expression, “huh.”