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ARK: Survival Evolved & Ascended Companion
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Protectors of pandora
Chapter 35 ~the effects of element~
“Ferox.” The voice said. The group turned to look they could just see a shadow in the torchlight coming from the hall, it was huge, like a four armed hulk crossed with a wherewolf. Then the figure walked closer and the shadow changed into a much smaller version, when the creature turned the corner they could see her for what she was, a small jerboa like creature with four arms and a bushy tail. She was standing in a very stuck up dignified way, standing very straight with her four arms behind her back. She wore a crown made of silver, adorned with cyan gemstones and her coloration was white and grey. “Wait that’s da queen..” Wan said cracking up, “she’s smaller than us.” Prankster said laughing, they all laughed except the Yeti Queen and the Direwolf. “Ahh so you haven’t heard of me.” The Ferox said in a very royal sounding voice, “well, let me show you why they fear me…” she said. “What are you gonna do strangle us with your little arms?!” Ron said cracking up. “Why, yes.” The Queen said, she pulled a chunk of metal out from behind her, “see this? This is the most powerful substance in this entire world. I’m told the world is made of it, and it has a very riveting effect on those of my, heritage.” She ate the metal with a horrible chewing sound, her eyes glowed like pink fire. “NOW YOU SHALL FEEL TRUE POWER.” She said mid transformation. The Yeti Queen and the Wolf took a few steps back in fear as she mutated. When the metamorphosis was complete, her crown fell from her head and her original shadow made a lot more sense…
Sorry 1% battery had to cut it short, I plan on putting out the next few quick and then the next arctic chapter will be a long one.
The house of madness.
Chapter four: the joker.
A man about eighteen walked through the area where the performs practiced at the circus. He had short blonde hair, hazel eyes, and pale skin. His name was Jaron and he was on a mission. His master Tom constantly sent Jaron on missions because of Jaron’s…..gifts. His sister Hailey thought that Tom was their father. Jaron wasn’t sure. Just like his sister his mind was rather…loopy. He had been sent to find one of their targets who was disguised as a performer in the circus. A head poked out of Jaron’s jacket. It was Jaron’s pegomastax, Peggie. “Peggie get back in there! And don’t steal anything!” Jaron scolded. Peggie frowned. “I can’t help it!” Peggie whined. Jaron pushed her head back in. A muffled grunt came from inside. One of the stage managers walked up to Jaron. “Who are you? Are you a clown?” The man asked. Jaron gave him a ludicrous grin. “No I’m not a clown, I’m more like…a joker.” That’s what my friends call me. If I had any.” Jaron said. The man scowled. “Whatever. Go join the other clowns.” Jaron gave him a mock bow then bounded off to where the clowns where. He scanned the performers until one caught his eye. A woman with shaggy brown hair and a exhausted face was sitting in a corner. “That’s her.” Peggie said, sticking her head out of Jaron’s jacket. Jaron scowled. “Peggie!” Jaron exclaimed exasperated. “Sorry.” Peggie disappeared back into his jacket.
Jaron headed to a seat in the back of the crowd as they watched the performances that came on stage. Finally the act with the target came. She began juggling balls. Jaron raised his hand and with his finger drew a invisible straight line in midair. Suddenly the target on stage paused and the balls she was juggling fell to the floor. Then she fell to the floor, a straight red gash across her neck. She was dead. “Mission complete.” Jaron whispered. The crowd began to panic and Jaron and Peggie slipped out unnoticed.
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-SunnyFox57.
The Obelisk
-Chapter 46-
Crimson slammed her eyes shut. It was all coming in. Too fast. Too fast. Too f a s t.
She thought leaving the swamp would help. But it wasn’t. This was a mistake.
The grief was flooding in.
She thought she’d forget.
But the memory was still clear as day as it sunk. Back. In.
***
The swamp used to cover half of Fjordur. It stretched and stretched form coast to coast, as far as the eye could see.
But at this time, the Swamp was much less. Now it was much smaller, each tree and sinkhole and muddy pond slowly being replaced with new territories as the land adapted.
Crimsons home was in the biggest Swamp left, right by Runheimr. It was beautiful.
Her home was a a small burrow dug in the dryer part of the swamp, it’s roof and walls made of reeds and sticks and a few branches weaved together, forming a house strong enough to keep the water out but let light in.
The only way in or out of the burrow was a small hole you had to dive into—which led straight to an underwater tunnel that led outside.
It wasn’t much. But Crimson grew up there.
The sun was about an hour before setting, and Crimson was inside, getting her little mud pool ready to sleep in.
Her mother scooped her up in her arms, and Crimson laughed. They nuzzled snouts and and Father entered with a splash from the entrance, shaking water off his scales.
Mother started singing. Crimson loved singing. “You are my sunshine, my only sunshine…”
“You make me happy,” Father continued, “when skies are grey…”
“You’ll never know, dear, how much I love you…”
Crimson finished. “Please don’t take my sunshine away.”
Her and mother booped noses, and Crimson began the next line. “The other night dear, while I lay sleeping…”
“I dreamed I held you, in my arms,” Mother filled in. “And now we’re here dear, and you are with me…”
“So I sing this song to you,” father sang.
They sung together. “You are my sunshine, my only sunshine, you make me happy when skies are grey. You’ll never know dear, how much I love you. Please don’t take my sunshine away.”
Crimson snuggled into her mother happily, and reached out for her Father. He gladly joined in the hug.
“So… Crimson…” Father said after a moment.
“What?” Crimson asked.
“You know how ever night before sunset, me and her go out hunting, and come back before bed with your dinner?”
“Yeah,” Crimson said slowly.
“We were thinking, that maybe… this time you could come with us.” Father said.
Crimson gasped. “Really? Honestly? You’re not talking a bunch of bull—“
“Language,” Mother warned.
“Sorry. You’re not talking a bunch of bull-dung?” Crimson whispered loudly.
“One hundred percent the truth,” Said Father. “We’ll go now.”
“Yes! Yes! Yes! I’m going HUNTING!” Crimson cried. “Let’s go! Wait—is anyone coming with us?”
“Nope,” said Mother.
Father nodded. “Just me, you, and your moth—”
There was a sudden boom from outside the burrow. Mother and Father snapped their heads up.
Another boom sounded, followed by another, and then there was a yell, and suddenly—something small and shiny burst through the roof.
It looked like a lime, green and oval shaped—only it was metallic and different somehow.
“What is that—” Crimson had barely enough time to finding the sentence as it bounced acrossed the floor and by Crimsons talons, and beeped, beeped, beeped, right to the last second.
Fathers eyes widened. “Get in the water!”
“CRIMSON!!” Mother screamed, her and Father leaping forward.
At the last second, both Mother and father jump and shoved her back, right into the entrance tunnel. She sunk into the water.
B O O M. The sound was muffled from underwater. A few seconds later, Crimson regained her strength and swamp up to the surface.
She climbed out, gasping for breath.
Then she looked up.
Her home was gone. The whole section of her swamp—it was destroyed. Fire clung to anything dry— creature fleed in all directions.
Red liquid stained everything around her. Her parents were nowhere to be seen.
Crimson didn’t speak. Her eyes slowly moved acrossed the landscape, staring.
She stood in place, the water dripping off her scales, blotting the red marks in the mud.
“Mom?” Crimson called. “Dad?”
To be continued
Dodo Tales (S3 Ep10)
"Get ready!" Somebody yelled as the doors opened. "FIRE AT WILL!"
They fired their weak guns, but they barely did much as the unexplained man in full modified flak walked in. whipping out a pistol he shot two dead, pulled out a second and shooting someone that was running away. He walked up to somebody else, hitting them in the leg to make them stumble, then spinning and grabbing a knife, before plunging it through their head with ease. Another ran towards him, but he dodged, kicking them in the chest, before flipping them over his shoulder and aiming a pistol to their head. "Have mercy! I have no doubt you with bring peace, as the prophecy foretold, but what reason do you have to kill me?"
"The funny thing about mercy is, the ones that ask for it are never the ones that deserve it."
The shot rang out before going quiet.
* * * * * * * * * * *
"Where are we?" Asked Jerry, looking at Henry. "I don't know." Henry replied.
Everything around them was white, not a single thing was any other color other than them. Everything around them spun, color weaving itself into reality with every second until they were viewing the desert from above. "What the-" Jerry began to say, but stopped as his eyes fixed on a figure.
"Sergeant..." he whispered. Henry stared at Jerry, although Jerry never stared back.
"Ares told me about sergeant." He said, nervously biting his lip, afraid of Jerry's response. To his surprise, Jerry just said "I've seen that before."
Henry was confused. Seen what?
"We passed where sergeant was...yesterday." to his horror, he realized Jerry was right. They had passed where they were viewing sergeant the day before...
* * * * * * * * * * * *
"This whole town is now under new leadership." stated the man in flak.
"My leadership."
"Whatever you wish, sir. Just give us the peace the prophecy told of. My apologies for your rude welcoming, we did not recognize you."
The man glared at the nervous soldier, who was unable to stare back into his eyes and looked at the ground.
To everyone's surprise, a figure approached the town.
Sergeant.
He walked up to them saying "I will do what you require, as long as you quench my thirst. My throat has been dry and my tears nonexistent."
"We will do as you ask."
Christmas time. Had just caught a gift from Raptor Clause. I open it... Behold! An ascendant Gacha saddle! I absentmindedly posted about it in chat. One of the Alpha tribes was like, “OOH! What armor is it!?!” And I’m like, “Yeah, them Gachas for a war mount on PVE...” everyone laughed, including the guy who asked.