I hunt down diplos on my argy, and drop them in my diplo sanctuary. All wild btw. One u p d o o t=one diplo for my sanctuary.

PLEASE HELP US THE SARCOS AND KRAPOS ARE EVERYWHERE AND ARE KILLING US ALL

Creatures of Nightmares

Chapter 34

The wolf clung to the wyvern’s tail, thinking of all it had been through. It used to confuse the wolf, but now he understood.

—-

A tan wolf appeared to the soon-to-be-wolf-with-a-cloak.

“Hello,” the tan wolf said.

He curled his tail to reveal a younger version of the wolf.

“That’s.. me?” The wolf asked.

“Young you,” the tan wolf said. “It’s quite confusing, but I’ve meddled with time before. You will go to the future. You will never have any memory of being pulled into the future, which one would expect if young you experienced that. But you will have the memories the young you had once you go to the future.”

The wolf was still confused.

“Do not worry. You don’t have to understand. All you have to do is come with me. You’ll see.”

The wolf set its paw on the tan one’s and they travelled to the future.

“Ack!” The wolf said as memories flooded its mind. Heart wrenching, and sweet, and terrible, and beautiful memories. It half collapsed on the floor.

The tan wolf lifted it up and looked it in the eyes.

“Do not worry, for you are with me. I shall protect you, and in return, you shall protect others.”

The tan wolf pulled out a cloak for the wolf. It put the cloak on.

“Goodbye now,” the tan wolf said. “I will communicate with your mind.” He then paused. “And be patient. I know you remember the wolf from young you’s memories. You will meet that wolf. In time.”

—-

-Young me had taken my place- it thought. -but we are like two different wolves, because I have no memory of being young and led by the tan wolf. We are the same but different.- (lol do u readers understand? It is a bit odd)

The wolf’s cloak billowed in the wind.

###

Prince wasn’t exactly healing, but was able to fight off the pain and walk around.

Astra looked at his handsome face.

She then looked away.

She had to do this. She knew she had to.

“Prince..” she began to speak. He turned and looked at her as they were walking. “I.. I love you..”

###

Ridley trudged on with the other three. Pax had found them and joined.

“Here we are,” he said, as his paws sank in mud. Jane jumped on his back. “Hey,” he snapped.

“What? I’m not getting my boots dirty..”

They walked through the swamp. “We just have to find a diplocaulus and ask them to get the weed.”

“A Diplo?” Reign asked. “Why would we need that creature? ‘R they something special? Are they the only ones ‘o can get it?”

“Yep,” Ridley said, with a soft sigh. The cold mud felt good between his paws.

A creature soared at them and ripped Jane off Ridley’s back.

Ridley turned around, clawing the Kaprosuchus. It hissed but Ridley killed it in mere seconds, turning to Jane.

She frowned with a deep scratch in her left arm and mud all over her soaked clothes. “Fun times, guys. That was a great experience.” She said sarcastically as she stood up and hopped back on Ridley.

He huffed but softly smiled as they continued looking for a Diplo.

###

Prince’s eyes gleamed.

Astra looked away.

He was confused.

“I..

Love..

You..

As a friend.”

He gulped nervously as she continued.

“I’ve thought about this. You.. you feel more like a brother to me than a lover. You’ve been there for me.. but.. no one can beat Apollo..”

“..I understand.”

She sighed and looked down. “If only he was here..”

Prince nuzzled her head, but not like a lover would do.

Like a brother.

###

KJ had paused his search near a ridge at the swamp. He silently ate something as he saw a flash of orange.

He sent an arrow flying at Reign.

“Not so fast, are yeh?” She asked, as Jane showed she had caught the arrow moments before it would have hit Reign’s chest. Reign’s words sounded like barks to KJ.

“Gotta say, humans have good aim,” Jane said.

KJ slid down the side of the ridge, splashing water on Jane.

She grimaced at it hit her wound.

The wolf in the cloak followed.

“I’ve been practicing,” KJ said, grabbing Jane’s wrists that were flying at him.

A few humans alighted wyverns out of nowhere and joined the fight.

They didn’t have Astra, so it was chaos.

“I taught you,” said KJ, “but you can’t beat me.”

He thrust a knife in her wound, opening it more.

He kicked her head and she fell into the water.

Pax thrust himself on the humans, knocking them onto a ridge.

“Jane!” Yelled Ridley, but a human blocked his view for a moment. A shadowy creature pulled her down in the water. She disappeared.

Reign was caught by a net and cried, “WHY ARE THEY NETS ALWAYS AIMED AT MEH??!?!?”

She was shot with tranq darts.

“Astra must’ve been the wolf holding us together,” Ridley said, battling a human with his claws. “Or Prince. He wasn’t terrible with a sword.”

Pax was hit with darts, and went out cold.

Ridley was surrounded.

The cloaked wolf pounced on a human and was still invisible.

Ridley saw the humans fall to the ground in seconds to something that could not be seen.

Then the wolf revealed itself as it clawed KJ’s face and made him fall unconscious.

It turned and looked at Ridley under its hood.

Ridley’s heart pounded with fear.

It sauntered toward him and whispered in his ear.

“I’m back,” it said, then it vanished.

Ridley breathed in sharply and tried to look for the wolf.

Was it a relative of his?

Was it one of his friends?

Was it.. Shadow? From another time?

All of these questions flooded Ridley’s mind.

He huffed as he noticed KJ had disappeared with the wolf. So did the other humans.

Reign and Pax woke up.

“Where are the humans?” Reign asked.

“They were taken down and disappeared to a wolf.”

The other two watched Ridley, hoping he had more information.

“The wolf.. it said it’s back.”

Reign huffed. “But who’s been gone that came back?”

-DiploLover24

Diplocaulus face be like: ._________.

HEIR OF GRIEF

Chapter 1 – Like The Wind

Written by Ben

You can find the rest of the story in the Fjordur Tamables filter. The story starts in Dimorphodon.

~~~

Hoots and hollers echoed through the grassy valley. It was filled to the brim with bushes and other thick foliage, all naturally grown from the great soil of Fjordur. Today was a big day, because today was the day that the Seasonal Valley Race would take place, here and now.

There were Iguanodons everywhere up above, watching the valley below. They were all split up into small groups, each one standing on their hind legs and screaming at the air.

“Wooooooo!” a brown Iguanodon cheered. He had a lightning bolt painted on his side. Another Iguanodon with green stripes was munching on a pile of purple mejoberries with his hands, watching the four contestants at the start of the valley in anticipation.

“Looks like there’s a new racer this season…”

Just then, another Iguanodon bumped into him. He squinted his eyes.

“Hyuk hyuk! Howdy, Bass!” the Iguanodon snorted.

“What do ya’ want, smelly tramp?” Bass glowered.

“That’s not my name, my name is Huckleberry!” Huckleberry snorted, stamping his feet into the dirt. Bass let out a huff, his chops flapping sporadically.

“Shut up! The race is about to start.”

Down below in the valley, stood four Iguanodons at a poorly drawn line of white paint near the entrance of the valley. A short, chunky Diplodocus with a rather long neck for her species stood at the entrance, her tail swishing back and forth enthusiastically. All the Iguanodons and their ancestors knew her. Her name was Amar, because she had such bright yellow eyes, and she had been the racemaster for the Iguanodons for the past forty seasons that had come and go.

MOOOOO! Amar’s bellow rumbled through the crowd of spectators. All the Iguandons began to quiet down. Amar’s head looked back and forth. She began to speak.

“My fellow Iguanodons, today we come together as one to watch our amazing racers speed through the Valley and give us their best!” Amar’s deep voice squeaked. All the Iguanodons roared in response, stomping their feet into the ground in quick succession. Dirt began to fly up into the air.

WOOOOOOOOOOOO! All the Iguanodons screamed at the top of their lungs. Amar tilted her head down with a wince at the noise. The Iguanodons below at the starting line began to shuffle their feet expectantly.

One contestant with blue scales and yellow stripes seemed thinner than the others. She glanced to her left and right nervously. The Iguanodon to her left, quite large in stature, let out a huff, stomping his feet into the ground, while the Iguanodon to her right began to kick at the dirt, getting into a crouching position. A glint of metal shined at the bottom of his soles.

A smug Iguanodon suddenly butted in between the young mare and the Iguanodon to her left. “Watch your step, newbie. You don’t want to trip during your first race.”

She gave him a weird look. “Um. Thanks?” she said, her voice shaking slightly. The Iguanodon to his left grunted.

“You’re late again, Larry,” the racer said. “I thought they didn’t let racers in once the sun became centered?”

The cocky Iguanodon let out a haughty laugh.

“Oh Blitzer, we’ve been over this! I give those watching us a good show. Security loves me. You think they care I’m a few minutes late?”

“Uh, I’m pretty sure it’s been more than a few minutes,” the young racer shot back.

“HAH! Ha, ha!” Larry neighed, tears spilling from his eyes after a few more seconds of hearty laughter. “You’re funny, girl. What’s your name?”

“Lightning. My name is Lightning.”

“Lightning, okay, listen here, and listen closely,” Larry said, his voice dropping to a whisper. “You know the rules of the race, right? I hope you do. All racers need to know.”

“Of course,” Lightning said softly.

“Then you would know the finish line is by the big oak tree just in the center,” Larry said, waving his thumb to a thick trunk of wood that provided shade in the middle of the valley. “And nowhere else.”

“I’m pretty sure the finish line is past that–”

“Great. Good luck out there, newbie. You’re gonna need it.”

“On your marks, racers!” Amar’s voice broke their exchange. Larry let out a smirk, stepping up so close to the finish line it looked like he was over it. Lightning let out a nervous gulp, stretching her legs and back.

Okay, deep breaths, just like Father told me, Lightning thought. She felt the sun melt her scales into warmth, warmth that continued to spread through the rest of her body.

“Get set…” Amar’s long, studded tail whipped the air. SNAP! “GO!”

And the racers were off! The five Iguanodons took off from their positions, leaving dust behind in the air. The clopping of hooves rang throughout the Valley as the rest of the Iguanodons above cheered as loudly as they could for their favored contender.

Lightning huffed as she ran, her heart pumping faster than it ever had before. She looked to her left. Larry and Blitzer were keeping pace, but they barely looked like they were jogging. Off to her right, the other two Iguanodons were slowing down. One particularly fat one had even stopped running altogether.

NEIGGHHHHH! That Iguanodon came to a halt, collapsing to the ground. There were boos from up above. A few Iguanodons were hurling rotten berries at him.

“Get up, you lazy narc!” Bass yelled. “I put a lot of berries on you!”

“Not a good idea, Bass. He never wins!” Huckleberry whined.

“Ughh, just let me rest,” the lazy Iguanodon mumbled. “I only came this season for the festival. Larry always wins anyway…”

Lightning felt her heart quicken when the other racer mentioned that.

Is that really true? Has Larry won all the times before this?

“Looks like the tree is coming right up, newbie!” Larry chuckled. “You look out of breath already. Why don’t you take a little break? Let the adults do the racing.”

WOOSH! Larry began to pick up the speed, leaving Lightning behind in the dust. Blitzer neighed in protest.

“Oh now you wanna race?” Blitzer barked. He galloped forward as quickly as he could. At this point, Lightning’s heart was beating so fast that she didn’t know if she could even keep going. She had burnt herself out in the first few seconds of the race, and her hooves were even beginning to ache.

Dust was thrown up in the air as she came to a stop, panting up as much air as she could. Clop! Clop! Clop! One of the Iguanodon racers stopped right next to her just then, just as tired.

“Hey. Lightning, right?” the tan-scaled Iguanodon said. Lightning nodded, too tired to speak.

“You’re doing fine for a new racer. Don’t tire just yet. The race is not even close to being over,” the Iguanodon encouraged her. “Don’t give up so soon like Plumbum over there.”

“Did someone say my name?!” the Iguanodon racer who gave up earlier yelled.

“NO! Nobody did,” the Iguanodon called back. He turned to give Lightning another friendly smile.

“I’ll see you at the finish line then.”

Clop! Clop! Clop! The kind Iguanodon was already off running. Hoovesteps were pounding from outside the Valley. It appeared the spectators were jogging along the edge, trying their best to keep up with Larry and Blitzer. Lightning’s legs shook as she tried to carry herself past the shade.

This was never cut out for me, she thought. I should have just been up on those cliffs watching–

“Let’s go, Lightning! Let’s go, Lightning!”

A familiar voice rang down into the valley. Lightning’s head jerked up. A brown Iguanodon with a yellow lightning bolt painted down his side was eagerly cheering her on. Her eyes sparkled.

“Father!” Lightning shouted.

“Run like the wind, Lightning! RUN LIKE THE WIND!” he reminded her. Lightning couldn’t help but smile.

I need to keep moving forward.

She turned her attention back to the racing Valley. The racer from earlier seemed to already be slowing down as he approached the corner, but Lightning couldn’t figure out why.

I just need to keep going.

Lightning took another deep breath, and with an exhale, she was off again. This time, however, she was taking it a bit more slow. She was jogging to a point where she wasn’t walking at an Achatina’s pace, but she also wasn’t exerting so much of her energy that she felt like dung.

The Iguanodon racer at the end of the Valley turned the corner. Lightning didn’t let it sway her though. She knew the race was far from over, despite what Larry told her. The Valley stretched on for quite a few steps.

Keep going.

WOOSH! Lightning turned the corner to see a small watering hole right in the middle of the track, crystal-clear, so much so that she could see the clouds within their reflection. Larry and Blitzer were gulping up so much water that it looked like it was about to run dry. The third Iguanodon racer bent down to lap some up for himself too.

So that’s why… Lightning realized. She hadn’t been aware of this when the security hooves debriefed the rules to her, and the last time she went to a Seasonal Valley Race, there hadn’t even been a watering hole.

It did rain recently, Lightning thought. Her eyes darted from Larry, then to Blitzer, and then to the third racer. None of them seemed to realize that she had made it to the ‘checkpoint’. The other Iguanodons above murmured to themselves as they drank.

“They’re taking their sweet time aren’t they?” Bass scoffed.

“Hyuk hyuk, don’t blame ‘em. I’d be gassed on the first step!” Huckleberry said in response.

Lightning carefully stepped around the watering hole. Her hooves were quiet against the grass, barely making a noise. The other racers were too preoccupied with the watering hole to notice that Lightning was already steadily jogging away, making more and more progress to the finish line.

“Someone’s smart enough to keep runnin’,” Bass said. “I should have placed my berries on her!” The spectators began to jog down the cliff to keep up with Lightning’s pace. The shuffling of hooves above stirred Larry’s attention. His head jolted up. He huffed, his chest rising up and down in rage. He spotted Lightning turning a corner and disappearing.

“That damn mare!” Larry screamed, bolting off as fast as he could. Blitzer smirked, taking off in suit.

“Clever one, is she not?” Blitzer teased Larry as he was just a few tails behind him. Larry huffed again, shaking his head, his tongue flopping back and forth.

“No, no no! Clever cannot describe someone so dishonorable as to neglect the watering hole!” Larry bellowed.

The third racer from earlier quickly ran off too to catch up.

“Seems we got caught up in our break… maybe you might lose this season, Larry?” he chuckled.

“Hah! As if, she hasn’t raced a day in her life. She isn’t winning,” Larry shot back.

“Don’t underestimate her. She’s got potential.”

“Shut it, Rye. Like you know anything about racing.” Larry gritted his teeth. “Later, losers!”

Larry’s legs blurred. He was running so fast that even at top speeds, Blitzer and Rye couldn’t catch up with him. Blitzer and Rye slowed down to catch their breaths.

“Looks like he’s going to take the Feast now,” Blitzer murmured. He hacked, spitting a glob of saliva onto the grass. Rye hummed in response.

“I have faith…” Rye muttered under his breath. “Come on, Lightning. Show that foal what you’re capable of.”

~

Lightning looked up ahead. The finish line was getting closer. It was a red painted line on the grass, with a skinny tree ahead of it to signal the nearing end of the Valley. The Iguanodons were all cheering at Lightning for her to pass the line, not caring too much that she was new and all.

“Go! Go! Go! Whatever your name is,” Huckleberry hooted. The other Iguanodons’ voices blended together, and Lightning’s hearing began to drown out the noises. She licked her chops, her vision tunneling to the end of the Valley.

Run like the wind, she reminded herself of her father’s mantra. Run like the wind!

She picked up the pace, her legs carrying her farther than they ever had. She was about to do it. She was about to finish her first race. She was about to finish her first race with first place, and a Feast to come with it.

CLOP! CLOP! CLOP! CLOP! CLOP!

The hoovesteps were getting faster, but they weren’t Lightning’s. Lightning gasped as Larry ran right up to her, his legs blurred. His tongue was out, feeling the rush of the warm, spring air. He didn’t seem to regard Lightning at first.

Lightning neighed, trying her best to keep up with Larry’s relenting speed. And for a second, it seemed to be working! Larry was faster, but not fast enough to overtake Lightning in time. The finish line was getting closer, and it looked like it was coming to a tie…

Get ready to lose, Lightning thought, smiling to herself.

“No, NO!” Larry cried. “I’m not losing to a mare like you!”

BUMP! Larry’s body slammed into Lightning’s. Lightning couldn’t even howl. She stumbled forward, losing her footing when her back hoof tugged on the root of the skinny tree. The audience let out a roar, but Lightning still hadn’t crossed the finish line yet. She already knew why.

Lightning crossed the finish line shortly, but by now the spectators couldn’t care any less. Even the hooting of her father wasn’t enough to shake the sense of shame she had in her heart. Lightning looked up to see the Iguanodons crowding around Larry excitedly, and soon he was somehow carried up into the air. He howled with the rest of his loyal fans.

“First place,” Amar yawned from a distance, her neck perked up into the sky slightly. “Larry. Second place, Lightning.”

Second place, Lightning scoffed. Nobody came up to her to celebrate her standing. With nothing more to do, she trotted away from the crowd to find a place to herself, a place for her and her failure.

~

KAKRACK! Lightning ripped some barely-ripe azulberries off the branch of a bush. She munched loudly, occasionally stomping her foot on the other berries that spilled on the ground around her feet. THWACK! THWACK! With each stomp, the berries were crushed into tiny seeds.

PTEW! Lightning spat out a piece of bark that got in her mouth. She leaned down to gobble up the seeds she had grinded up.

Snap! A branch broke in the distance. Lightning didn’t tilt her head up to acknowledge the noise. The familiar noise of hooves hit the grass. She huffed, focusing on the crunch of the seeds in her jaws.

“I’m sorry, Father,” she said. “I didn’t win the race.”

A neigh came from the Iguanodon behind her.

“If it’s your Father you’re looking for, you’re out of luck,” Rye’s soothing voice rang. “Why are you here alone? The Racers’ Banquet has plenty more berries and seeds for the rest of the participants.”

“Racers’ Banquet?” Lightning looked up in curiosity. “I thought only the winner earns the Feast?”

“The Banquet is just a small get-together we other racers have.” Rye cleared his throat. “Since, you know, Larry has won nearly all the races since he became one. We just pull together some berries, eat, and chat. Why doesn’t the one who earned second-place join us?”

Lightning sighed. She stepped away from her pile of berries. “Okay, fine. Show me the way.”

~

The cheering and yelling of Iguanodon spectators from afar could be heard even at the edge of the trickling river. The river was a quiet place, despite Fjordur’s noise. Only a few small herbivores roamed the coast, along with the occasional Dilophosaurus. When Lightning and Rye trotted down the river, a skinny Dilophosaurus screeched and rattled its frills, running up with its jaws wide open.

“Shoo!” Rye warned it, waving his front hooves at it. Upon seeing the large spike for a thumb on the hoof, the Dilophosaurus wilted its frills and quickly scurried away. Rye rolled his eyes.

“Carnivores, am I right?” Rye laughed. “Can you believe they need to eat flesh to survive? And they don’t eat berries…”

“That sounds miserable,” Lightning noted.

“It is. They’re dumb brutes, the whole lot of them. Dumb brutes who don’t know when to stop taking.” Rye squinted his eyes, narrowing at a pair of Iguanodons sitting by the water. “If I could wipe them out, I would. But they always keep coming back.”

“They’re not so bad. They don’t really mess with us, do they?” Lightning whispered.

“You wouldn’t know.”

The lazy Iguanodon, Plumbum, looked up as the two approached. Blitzer was munching on some mejoberries, not paying much mind to their entrance.

“So… second-place has decided to join us?” Blitzer said. “Welcome to the Losers’ Club, kid.”

“Take any of the berries you want, just don’t touch any of these!” Plumbum said, motioning to the white stimberries. “I called first munch already.”

“He loves stimberries. I don’t know why.” Rye gagged at the thought of it. Lightning’s eyes darted the berry pile and saw the blue azulberries mostly untouched. She took her hoof and scooped them toward her. Blitzer plopped another mejoberry in his mouth, munching on it loudly. Rye gave him a look.

“Hey. Don’t hog those. I want some too.”

“Your loss for recruiting second-place over here,” Blitzer motioned his hoof toward Lightning. Plumbum raised one of his eyebrows.

“You don’t seem to like her much.”

Blitzer didn’t have anything to say in response.

SPLASH! Plumbum dunked his head in the river, swallowing as much water as he could. Lightning noticed a strange metal lining the hooves of the Iguanodon.

“What are those?”

“Oh, these?” Plumbum raised a hoof. “I don’t really know. Larry wears them. He had a bunch when he first started racing. Mentioned how he got them from his old master… he gave some to us. They’re kind of uncomfortable, but… it must be why he wins so many times.”

Old master? Lightning thought. Did a magic-ape… it must explain why he has such an odd name.

“Hey, if you don’t know,” Rye said in realization. “You don’t have those do you? And you got second place.”

“Quit bringing that up,” Blitzer huffed, digging into his mejoberries again. The mood grew silent again. Rye nudged Lightning with a leg.

“Hey, don’t mind him,” Rye muttered. “He used to be the fastest racer, until Larry came along. And now you…”

“I get it,” Lightning said, her voice still shaking.

She thought about the outcome of the race, and how it had all been spoiled because Larry had decided to cheat. But maybe if she had kept running and hadn’t stopped at the oak tree… she wouldn’t have lost either.

She could have won that race. She could have won that feast.

“Don’t neigh too loudly about it,” Plumbum said. “The racing is the boring part, in my opinion. It’s the festival afterward that’s great!”

“You’re bound to have at least some fans,” Rye said. “Why don’t we check it out right now? I bet the merchants have plenty of trinkets to barter for.”

“Trinkets?” Lightning asked.

“Yeah. Every spring, travelers come by with their spoils. It’s some pretty neat stuff,” Plumbum said, standing up. Lightning soon realized why he was called Plumbum– his bottom was lavender in color.

Rye walked off. Plumbum followed. With nothing better to do, so did Lightning. Rye looked back at Blitzer.

“Blitzer? You comin’?”

“Go without me.”

He didn’t seem to be in the mood today. The three Iguanodons traveled to the festival without him.

~

There was plenty of chatter when the three Iguanodons walked through the busy Valley, which was now filled with plenty of Iguanodons looking to pick up new treats or trinkets. Amar lay down near the entrance, dozing off. A few Pteranodons were perched on her, plucking at the bugs that were crawling on her skin.

Lightning looked around in anticipation every few seconds, just in case her Father was somewhere in this crowd.

“Berries! Berries! Try these new berries!” a gruff merchant shouted from the distance. Rye’s head perked up.

“Quinoa? Is that you?” Rye said excitedly. He galloped through the crowd, pushing a few Iguanodons out the way. They all barked at Rye in warning. Lightning and Plumbum quickly followed.

“Quinoa!” Rye neighed, approaching the merchant. The female, tan-scaled Iguanodon neighed back at the sight of Rye, standing up and rushing over to nuzzle his head.

“You look taller than since we last met. How was the race?” the Iguanodon asked.

“It was fine. I got fourth,” Rye said. “A new racer joined us this season.”

“Oh really? Is it her?” Quinoa asked, nodding her head at Lightning. Lightning nodded back shyly.

“Yes. My name is Lightning. Who are you?”

“She’s my sister,” Rye explained. “She always hooks me up with new stuff.”

“Darn right I do! It takes a lot of scrapping to find these,” Quinoa presented her findings. Colorful berries that didn’t look like the traditional ones were all laid on the bright magic-ape-made carpet. There appeared to be three types of berries, all either magenta, green, or cyan in color. Quinoa nudged the bunches toward them.

“Try ‘em,” Quinoa beckoned. Rye gently picked a few of the green berries up in his mouth to taste. Plumbum took a step back.

“If it ain’t white, it ain’t right.” Plumbum shook his head. Quinoa giggled.

“Still in that stimberry phase?” Quinoa asked her brother. Rye nodded.

“Yeah, I don’t know if he’ll ever get over it…” Rye’s eyes popped. “Wow. Okay. That’s got a kick to it. It’s a bit sour.”

Quinoa turned to Lightning next. “Would you like to try?”

“Sure.” Lightning decided to try the cyan berries. They reminded her of the azulberries she was fond of. Scooping them up with her tongue, she tried her best to savor the flavor of it.

That’s a bit weird, Lightning thought. It’s really sweet…

Lightning chewed thoroughly, getting more used to it before swallowing it down. Quinoa huffed.

“So. Yay or neigh?”

“Yay!” Lightning said cheerfully. “Could I… get some more?”

“Sure. Take a whole bundle.” Quinoa turned around and gently picked up a small bag that almost looked like it was made of… animal hide? It had a string attached to it that seemed to keep the bag shut. She dropped the bag on the ground in front of Lightning. She nudged the string with her head.

“You can sling that string around your neck.”

“Oh… t–thanks. What is this?” Lightning asked, slipping the bag onto her neck.

“It’s a bag. She found a whole lot of them a while back, when she first started traveling. We don’t know where they come from… but they’re convenient for her to use,” Rye explained.

“Yeah. I don’t know why other merchants don’t use them. Helps carry cargo around pretty fast. Don’t blow through those too fast, alright? I’m not sure if I’ll find more like those in the future…”

“Of course. Thank you again, Quinoa,” Lightning thanked her.

Just then, a panicked holler came from the end of the Valley. Plumbum’s head perked up.

“Who was that?”

Clop! Clop! Clop! Soft hoovesteps rang throughout the air as Huckleberry galloped through, his tongue flailing about. Confused whispers came from the passerbys.

“Flesh-eaters! FLESH-EATERS HAVE BEEN SPOTTED!” he cried. “They’re big! Big and horned! Go, go!”

The crowd of Iguanodons were stirred into a panic. Before long, they were rushing out through the entrance of the Valley. The Pteranodons flew off as fast as they could when the Iguanodon crowd went running. Amar stirred in her sleep, her eyes fluttering open.

“Huh?” Amar mumbled. “What’s going on?”

Plumbum looked from where Huckleberry had come from, and then at the nearby exit. With a neigh, Plumbum went running on his hind legs.

“There’s a flesh-eater, Amar! We gotta go!”

Amar wasted no time. She shakily stood up from the grass and ran with him, leaving Rye and Lightning behind.

“We should go with them. If they’re horned… then…” Lightning said, shuddering. She had heard stories of the Carnotaurus, fast predators with an insatiable appetite for blood and flesh. They hunted anything beneath them, which included Iguanodons like them.

Rye stomped one of his feet into the grass.

“The Feast is that way, at the finish line. I need to see if Larry’s okay,” Rye said. Rye began to run off.

“Wait–” Lightning said. “Ugh!”

Lightning began to run after Rye. She wanted to tell him how it wasn’t worth risking his life over someone so pretentious and dishonest, but she couldn’t gather the words together either. A part of her wanted to make sure Larry was okay too, Iguanodon-to-Iguanodon.

But by the time they had reached the end of the Valley, it already seemed too late… a pair of large, horned beasts with small arms had backed Larry into a corner. He neighed shakily, his legs trembling. The Carnotaurus were already here.

“HELP! Someone, help!” Larry cried.

The two Carnotaurus began to close in, snapping their jaws at him…

Once opon a time I was at redwoods swamp I saw this diplocaulos it was dark blue body and orange tail I was like that low level I bet then took out my spy glass and it was a 140 and it was getting bodied by two kapros I was flying fast then caught it took it to my taming pen and it had ony 43 health left and had good stats decided to tame it then when tamed it was level 186 I was proud of its health 1.0k heath and named it slimy boi the end.

Creatures of Nightmares

Chapter 35

Prince was half distraught, half.. relieved.

He liked Astra, but it seemed they weren’t meant to be. It seemed to give him closure. After all, now he wouldn’t be chasing down Astra’s heart.

Hers belonged to Apollo.

But he was gone.

If Prince could be the “brother” of Astra then he would. They had never really had any romantic moments, even. Just playing around.

-I guess we’ve mainly been like siblings..- he thought.

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The wolf had transported the humans back to the base and they had no recollection of the incident.

So it had some power.

It watched the humans scattered around their base.

And then its mind went to its memories.

The heart wrenching ones. The sweet ones. The ones he would always remember.

Then there was one memory.

One that always played in its mind, scaring him, but calming him.

It shook its head and focused on the humans, its hooded cloak hiding him in the shadows.

The wolf wondered whether it would ever see the wolves from its memories.

That would be nice.

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“We need to find Jane,” Ridley said.

Pax and Reign nodded.

“She had been pulled under the water. We should probably be her size.” He immediately made them humans.

“Again with this? I ain’t loving meh thumbs..” Reign yelped.

“Let’s swim in the water.” Ridley fell back into the water, splashing the other two. They followed him as he swam, using the tree roots as a boost.

A sarco swam in the water near them. They hid behind tree roots as it passed. Ridley led again.

He was looking for some kind of hole, something a size Jane could fit in. Ridley suspected a Diplocaulus had taken her. Of course it would’ve. It would’ve known she was a wolf.

They were smart creatures.

-DiploLover24

lol I see this and it is so short but I gtg

Creatures of Nightmares

Chapter 37 (or 38)

“It- can’t be you-,” Prince whispered.

“In a.. in a way, yes, I am Apollo. But all I have are the memories.” His voice was cold and sober. He obviously had been through a lot. “No one can know I’m alive.” He said. His face was stern.

Astra had been bewildered when she first saw him. Yet.. this wolf looked like Apollo, had Apollo’s memories.. But how could it be him?

“I’ll be near here to help you all on your mission to Carnivore Island.”

“Wha’ aboot going to meh Cloud Kingdom?” Reign said, flapping her wings.

“That’s the thing.” Apollo said, his voice still sober and frozen. “It’s been attacked. No one knows where your flying wolf kind has gone. Anyways, you don’t have time for a detour.” He stuck out a paw into the snow, and used some kind of white magic to create a map of carnivore island and some numbers above it, going down rapidly.

“The wolf population on this island has been decimated by Tyrannasaurus (is that how you spell it?) Rex and other carnivorous creatures. They need to be rescued, or else we will be the only wolves alive.”

The group looked at Apollo. He seemed.. older. Mature, serious, and had no scars cutting his face. His cloak draped over his back, hiding what would be Apollo’s bright splotches of an array of colors.

And his magic, white. Not manipulation, and no swirls appeared on his back. No one, not even Apollo, knew why these changes had happened. Perhaps it was because he was from another time. Or perhaps it was because this was how Apollo was meant to be, truly.

After thinking hard, sitting in silence, the group nodded.

“What are we waiting for?” Prince said. “Let’s go.”

Back to finish my story! I’m busy the next two weeks tho, so I can’t promise the release date for next chapter, or what the new animal will be. See y’all!

-the returning DiploLover24

I found a glitch that made mine fly

The Obelisk

-Chapter 32-

They had been traveling some time.

A day had passed since they found the rune, and Runheimr towered over them, glistening with mossy redwood trees that looked taller than any plant Forest had seen so far.

The sack felt heavy on his shoulder as they climbed down a small slope, clawing carefully acrossed the loose rocks in the ground.

“This is where my journey ends,” Needles said, stepping down the slope. “I wish you the best of luck.”

“You really have to leave?” Rust asked nervously. Forest felt the same—having a giant, age-riddled Velanosaur with them was actually a bit comforting—nothing would dare attack someone so menacing.

“Yes,” Needles said ruefully, nodding his spiky head.

Forest fumbled with the sack to pull it off his shoulder—bit Needles shook his head. “You can keep it. Maybe the scrolls inside will be useful to you. And you need something to hold that rune.”

“So now what?” Spark asked.

“Find your fifth carnivore,” Needles began. “Complete your mission. One of the scrolls has Peeri’s prophecy written out—it will help guide you.”

Forest bristled with excitement. A prophecy! A real prophecy, about them—he couldn’t wait to read it.

Crimson coughed, and they all turned to her. “Erm… good luck to you too, Needles.”

“Apparently we could trust him after all!” Rust exclaimed, elbowing Crimson in the side. “Yeah, good luck on whatever your doing.”

“Goodbye, little heroes.”

As Needles slowly stomped away, the juveniles all glanced at each other.”

“Umm,” Forest stammered— now what…?

“Let’s go!” Rust roared with enthusiasm. He bolted for the Dark, looming Forest that whispered with noise as if filled with secrets. “Woo-hoo! Runheimr, here we come!!”

Filled with excitement from his friends radiant glee, Forest followed. “To the fifth carnivore!”

“Which we have no idea who it will be!” Crimson added, a bit scornfully. She ran after them.

“I always wanted to see this place!” Spark roared, catching up.

As the four carnivores jumped for the forest, they had complete forgotten… that eyes may be watching them.

Watching their every move.

But not here… surely.. where Needles had said it should be safe… right?