Running on dinosaurs: Chapter 1

The sun beat down on the prehistoric landscape, turning the dust-choked air shimmering. A lone figure, Maya, navigated the treacherous terrain with a practiced ease that belied her young age. Lush ferns, towering cycads, and the occasional gnarled redwood formed a verdant maze, all under the perpetual shadow of colossal dinosaurs.

Maya was the last. A catastrophic meteor shower, years ago, had wiped out her tribe, leaving her an orphan in a world dominated by thunder lizards and armored behemoths. Grief had been a heavy cloak at first, but survival was a sharper weapon. She had learned to scavenge, to hunt, to build, and above all, to disappear.

Today, she needed water. The dry season was upon them, and the watering hole near the volcano was a dangerous gamble. It was Rex territory.

She approached the watering hole with a patience born of necessity. Crouching low, she mimicked the rustling of leaves, using the dense undergrowth as her shield. The air vibrated with the deep rumble of a Tyrannosaurus Rex, easily close to forty feet long, its skin a mosaic of dusty browns and greens. It was magnificent, terrifying, and utterly focused on quenching its thirst.

Maya knew a frontal assault was suicide. Instead, she remembered the lessons her grandfather, a skilled trapper, had taught her. Using sharp stones lashed to sturdy branches, she had crafted a crude, but effective, bola. She waited for the moment the Rex lowered its head, exposing its flank, and then, with a surge of adrenaline, she threw.

The bola whizzed through the air, wrapping around the Rex’s leg. The beast roared in fury, thrashing wildly. This was Maya’s chance. She darted towards the edge of the pond, filling her gourd with precious water before scrambling back into the undergrowth.

The Rex, now freed from the bola, turned its rage in the direction of the disturbance, but Maya was gone, swallowed by the green abyss.

Survival wasn't just about dodging dinosaurs; it was about ingenuity. One day, while scouting for mushrooms, Maya stumbled upon a cluster of shiny, black rocks. Flint. She remembered the stories her grandmother told, tales of fire, not just the destructive fire of the meteor shower, but a controlled fire, a warmth against the cold, a protector against the dark.

It took days, weeks even, of relentless practice, but finally, with a shower of sparks and a wisp of smoke, she coaxed a flame to life. The warmth spread through her, chasing away the lingering chill of the night. She cooked the meager portion of reptile she had managed to snare, the fire rendering it palatable.

Fire became her companion. It kept the night creatures at bay, allowed her to see in the dark, and gave her the courage to explore further. She began to map the territory, using markings on rocks and trees to chart safe paths and identify danger zones. She learned the migration patterns of the herbivores, and by extension, the predatory dinosaurs that followed them.

One day, exploring a cavern she had discovered while tracking a herd of Triceratops, Maya found something unexpected. Not bones, not fossils, but paintings. Crude depictions of dinosaurs, hunters, and strange symbols adorned the cave walls. A wave of sadness washed over her, a phantom echo of her lost tribe. Someone had lived here before. Someone had survived.

Emboldened, Maya began to add her own markings to the walls, her own story. She drew pictures of her hunts, of the dinosaurs she had outsmarted, of the sun rising and setting over this prehistoric world. It was a way to connect to the past, a way to leave a mark on a world that had tried to erase her.

Her life was a constant struggle, a relentless dance with death. But Maya was more than just a survivor. She was a hunter, a builder, a cartographer, an artist, and a keeper of stories. She was the last spark of humanity in a world ruled by dinosaurs, and she would not let that spark be extinguished. She would survive. She would thrive. She would endure. And in doing so, she would become a legend, whispered on the wind, etched on the stone, a testament to the resilience of the human spirit in the face of unimaginable odds. The last child of a vanished tribe, writing her own story in the land of the dinosaurs.

- Pineapple11

Pls don’t copy me or I will report and this is the real story seriously 😐

1. Tame a dodo

2. Realest until you have dodo army

3. Level up the most important part is three

The reason why is because my first pet was a dodo and it was a high level but a baryonyx kill him one like is one morelove for him

Me and my friends started a cult worshiping a dodo named dickens.

I’ve scrolled thru these things countless time tho DoDoGiRl, and I can’t seem to find 1 and two, so sorry if I don’t get some references... XD

-Gello

Dodogirl pls don’t stop I come over just to read your stories pls don’t stop

I’m just saying you kill too much of these he will get his big brother and you do not want to mess with the tickle chicken.. I learnt that the hard way

Once i had a dodo i got a headache from eearaing and then they squished me to death then ate me naughty dodos

The story about the argys

Replace “Trivia” with “Travis”

I forgot

DOE-doe is how you pronounce this dinosaur.

Once upon a time, there was a dodo name doolu. She was a girl and her boyfriend was named duloo. Then they encountered a human named Jillian. She takes the dodos and made them breed. The egg died.

Uhhh... new person.... there is already a fanfiction called Dodo Tales. It’s the most popular fanfic out there. I suggest you change the name of your story to something else to avoid serious backlash.

Swamp Guy

Bruh these guys made me a legit SAVAGE on mobile. I tamed 10 on a brutal server and they wer levels 300-400 and i bred them and I got rideable dodos and I DESTROYED the alpha tribe

Ahhh, my dodo army. How it began:

Me: hmm a dodo maybe I should start egg farm for kibble.

Dodo:HAIII HUMAN CAN U BE OWNER? OW *gets smacked by club*

Me:yep.

Also me: tame dodo

Game: you have tamed a lv 11 dodo!

My mind: DODO ARMY!

Me:tame more just tame more

10 mins later:DODO ARMY!

I should start breeding them for big boi dodo I have the bit to make it damage evry known material....

1 ark day later: YEIS I HAVE 9 DODOS NOW ONE OF THEM I APSLUTE MASIVE! (Size 1.40)

I should breed big shadow boi with white gurl...

Game: eggs hatch

Me: OMG TWINS!!!!!!!!!! (I named the twins flip and flap btw)

Now I have a army of 12 dodos and I am still going. Hope u enjoined!

Stories of the dodorex (S1 EP3 part 2)

The dodorex got knocked to the ground with no escape when a mysterious being flew above raining lightning upon the tribe killing all of the dinosaurs and 3 of the tribes men the dodorex barely made it put alive but the mysterious being came again raining poison on the tribespeople screaming in terror they ran and threw out cryopods and flew away the mysterious being was gone but the dodorex owed the being no matter what.

Stories of the almighty dodorex (S1 EP1

It was October 31st and juan and his tribe were tired of being raided and bullied so they challenged the dodorex. The dodorex sent his minions at the clan and juan slayed all of them so the dodorex stood up and juans entire clan ran juan was sick and tired of everyone saying he was weak so he got his sword and put on his best armor and ran at the rex the rex’s furious fire couldnt even kill juan juan rand around the rex slicing him the rex finnaly grabbed juan and threw him but juan got and ran at him again with his shield up and leaped off a pteradon climbing onto the rex’s back slicing him but the rex flinged him off and finnaly burned so badly that he fled but Juan was not done. The next day juan got guns and had better gear and a better shield he went back to the island the rex knew who he was facing and immedeatly ran at juan and burned him but juan stood strong and shot the rex with his shotgun and injured the rex’s leg.

I once had a save on the island solo, and I decided to restart (transferring only 2 dinos) When I made a new person for the Island, I decided to walk around a little, amd found a legendary level 5 dodo. I tamed him and named him the white shadow, (turbo reference) and he sat in my little thatch hut. It was a good day when suddenlt my beries were stolen from me, so i hid by the dor waiting for the pego tomreturn, untill suddenly i herd my doodo get hurs, and I got my bow and turned, and a bird had picked him up. I remember the next few moments. SQUACK SQUACK SQUACK and I herd a carcass being consumed, and my screen says your white shadow was killed. I shot the bird in the head, and I have the white shadows grave. :'(

I wonder where DTG will make this chapter here, since there are a ton of posts here in dodo. It may appear at the top, which would be great.

-TCK, TCQ

Dodorex And Dodowyvern Slaying Mission P1:

And now i have a story for you guys not about the dodo but since it's halloween it's about the dodorex and the dodowyvern and how me and my friend killed them and i will have to split it in 2/3 parts because it's LONG:

So the other day it was halloween and me and my friend decided to hunt and kill the dodorex to celebrate halloween in quarantine, i had night time slowed down so that i could search for like 2 hours and didn't find the dodorex anywhere after i traveled for the entire map with my mana so in the morning we decided to spawn it and fight it

I started on my reaper and my friend on his poison wyvern, i was doing kinda good but my friend wasn't so he switched to his deinonychus and dealt a lot of damage while i switched to my phoenix and we were doing lots of damage (next is on P2)

I’m starting a new series that leaps throughout all the Dino’s in ark! The next story will be in raptor

🦤 hi I'm here to tell you tame atleest 4 of these.