The hunters were plowing through the snow, hoping for shelter on the mountain peak. A sudden wind hit them, sending one survivor close to the edge of the mountain cliff. The others quickly ran to save him, the one with a ferox on his shoulder arriving first to the other’s aid. He held out his hand, as the troubled survivor grabbed the wrist, holding on tight.
“Come on! More assistance here!” He shouts to his comrades, who quickly scurried to help. They pulled and after three minutes of hard work, they pulled the survivor.
“Whoosh! That was a close one!” Another hunter says, grabbing the sword on his back, then pointing it towards a rex that had just left it’s safe haven. The others grabbed they’re weapons too, pointing them towards the rex. ROAAAR!!!
“That’s more of a defensive roar, right?” One hunter with a crossbow, says.
“Yeah! We should turn around! Flames are coming from the cave!” Another hunter says. And very well. From the cave, massive flames emerged. And out, comes a alpha rex, staring into the eyes of the hunters. They all run, one even leaping from the cliffside, being caught by the hunters argentavis. Another threw out a cryopod, containing a thylacoleo, which he jumps on. Leaping of the cliffside, his thyla digs it’s claws into the mountainside, sliding down slowly. The others ran down the path they came from.
The hunters had escaped the alpha rex, and found cover for the night. But the howling wolfs were after them, ready to rip them apart. The leader of the hunters, who had a spear tipped with the teeth of a rex, was concerned. But not for himself, but his men.
“Men! I’ll patrol the area! Get your creatures ready! We will need to flee!” He said. The hunters nodded, grabbing they’re cryopods, clenching they’re fists, getting a tight grip on the pods. The leader walked out of the cave, the sun shining down on his hat, that of being a wolf head. His brown hair fluttered in the wind, as he clenched his fist around his spear.
“God… we really got to go!” he mutters to himself, looking towards a pack of wolf riding hunters. He ran into the cave, ordering his men to saddle-up, and ride away towards safety. They left the cave, riding they’re creatures, having they’re weapons out in-case of danger. They rode towards the non snow covered part of the ARK, hoping they would be safe there. They escaped the danger, and then they found a village, where they got to move in, build they’re own houses, and become a-part of the village culture. The leader of the hunters, got married with the village princess, starting a blood-line of hunters mixed with skilled gunslingers. From the west, many years later, a blood-line called “the raptor-ians” arrived at the village, and the leader of the hunting pack, married the new princess. Thus, another tribes blood entered the royal families blood-line. One hundred years later, a male warrior in the village was born, that warrior was known as “Komivara” or “Komodovari”! But he was not pure hearted, unlike a natural born hunter, who’s life from now on, will be this stories main part!
Ps, this is a maid up map that is almost fully covered in snow, (except for the beaches) has an aberration area containing reaper king and queens, a bunch of special creatures that will be named throughout the story, a volcanic area, a redwood area and finally twelve separate caves, containing artifacts. So now you know about the map I maid-up for this story!
Honestly would have preffered one of fjordur's other crwatures to make it into the game like the fenrir. However if this map stays the way it is on the fan made version then there will be rock drakes, wyverns, and magmasaurs. Along with new bosses.
Whoever says they hate fanfics and will lose there mind if they see one literally everyone loves peoples fanfics and why would there be a story section then basically my point is no one cares that you hate fanfics!
-TekReaper btw I’m changing my name to TekReaper because Tek_Reaper sounds weird!
The managarm and the survivor walked towards the cave opening in the mountain, glancing in, seeing tons of deadly creatures.
“Crap! How will we do this?”
The managarm tilts its head, breathing out a small wind of ice.
“Am I allowed?”
The managarm nods, lowering its body, allowing the survivor to climb on, as they ran into the cave, freezing every creature in their way.
After two hours of spelunking, they came out with a shiny metal object, glowing purple. It was almost as if it was whispering to them… but they didn’t care. They leapt of the cliff, as the managarm activated it’s combustion chambers, implanted in it’s feet, boosting them away, towards new adventures!
The fight between the survivor and the managarm had been going on for two hours now, both of them getting more and more tired. The managarm sweeps the survivor away before falling to the ground, breathing heavily. The survivor rushes to the tired managarm, realizing that it was hurt.
“Something came before me, that “something” must have hurt you!” He mumbles to himself. He grabbed a bit of raw meat he had in his backpack, feeding it to the managarm. The managarm immediately rouse up, budging it’s nose on the survivors belly, lifting him up, throwing him back and putting him on it’s back. The managarm walked towards the cave opening, as they both stared down into the cave…
Sorry for the short chapter! I need to preserve ideas for chapter five, releasing tomorrow!
The mountain’s powers were against him, forcing him towards the cliffside, he grabbed his climbing picks which have ropes wrapped around them, throwing it onto a rock, allowing him to hold onto it. He slowly started railing himself in towards the rock, right when he was going to grab the rock… BOOM! ROAAR! A managarm had landed an used it’s claw to cut of the rope. He was thrown towards the edge by the impact, but he managed to hold on, just by the edge. He dragged himself up, staring into the managarm’s eyes. It started raising up it’s neck, opening it’s mouth, getting ready to blast the survivor with an ice breath. FWOOOSH!!! The breath spiraled right by him, freezing his left arm.
“AGH! Stupid ice breathing dog drake!” He shouts. He stares furiously into the managarm’s eyes. The managarm shakes of some snow from its fur, frowning. Opening its mouth, readying another ice breath.