These birds are cool irl and they got real factsđ€
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These birds are cool irl and they got real factsđ€
The irl one got hunted by Tylosaurus and mosasaursđ
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ARK: Survival Evolved & Ascended Companion
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The Obelisk
-Chapter 53-
Escape?
Forest studied the young Terror bird from beak to tail, calculating. He had black feathers and a purple and tan striped neck, a sharp beak, and an intelligent, superior gaze. Help them escape? Was he for real?
âReally?â Nyx gasped, staring at the Terror bird. âReally? Really really?â
âYes,â said the Terror bird.
âHow could we trust you?â Crimson demanded. âWâwe donât even know who you are!â
The Terror bird inclined his head respectfully. âI am Prince Coal, son of Emperor Avalanche. I understand your concerns.â
âA royal,â Nyx whispered. âIâm the daughter of the Shadowmane chief.â
The Prince turned his keen gaze to her. âYou must be very proud.â He said. She nodded, smiling.
âWhy would you help us escape?â Spark asked him, narrowing her eyes thoughtfully.
âBecause I donât believe you deserve being locked in here,â Prince Coal said. âAnd I donât trust Jethezzar.â
âWho?â Forest asked.
There was clang form somewhere outside the prisons, and Coal ducked his head, startled. âJethezzar is my fathers greatest ally,â he said in a low whisper. âHeâs promised us everything we could ever want, and is the one who warned us about you in the first place.â
Forests head was reeling. The Terror birds allyâthe one heâd heard about. It was all finally coming together.
The Prince went on. âBut ever since I laid eyes on him, I knew he was keeping things from us. And from what Iâve heard, he hates you. If I donât get you out of here soon, Jethezzar will make sure you never see the outside world again.â
Forest swallowed the lump in his throat. The idea of never being free from stone walls again⊠was terrifying now that heâd seen a clear sky. Or trees. Or the stars at night and all the shapes clouds could form into.
âWhy risk it?â Spark challenged the Prince. âWhy try at all? If weâre caught escaping, with you helping us, youâd surely be thrown in prison as well.â
âI doubt it,â Coal said blankly.
âWhat, think you can charm your way out of it, mister But-Iâm-A-Prince?â Rust asked sarcastically.
The young Terror bird stared at him, looking genuinely befuddled.
âNo?â Rust asked. âNever heard a joke beforeâyou know what, never mind.â He shot a crooked smile at Forest. âRoyals, am I right?â
Forest laughed. It had been a while since Rust smiled or cracked a joke. Rust had been rather quiet since they were captured. Forest was glad Rust was coming back to his normal self again.
âAnyways,â said the Prince slowly, âif I may continue, I need to get you out of here soon.â
âHow soon?â Spark asked.
âVery soon.â
âAlright,â Spark said. âLetâs do it.â
âYou sure we can trust him?â Crimson muttered.
Spark thought about that for a moment, before saying, âwell, it canât get any worse for us.â
Rust nodded. âGo big, or go home.â
âOh dear,â Nyx whispered. Forest nudged her reassuringly. He shared her worries, too.
Escaping was the last thing he wanted to do. But if Coal was right about this ally⊠they had no choice.
âOK,â Prince Coal said. âGet some rest, youâre gonna need as much energy as possible.â
âTomorrow at moonhigh. Be ready.â
So, I got a gold egg once. I was in the Southern Islets when I got attacked by three of these. I killed two when my like broke. I hit the last one on the head with my torch, and it pooped out a good egg. This is a strategy for good eggs. Hit it in the face with your torch.
-Jedi
Ultimus Chapter Twenty-One: The She-Beast
Freya walked through the overgrown city streets alone carrying the prod in hand. She needed a mount, she was the only one who didnât have and it was getting tiresome to walk from place to place, though she had done a lot of this before arriving in the strange place they had came from they called the Arks. She traveled many nights and days through the cold fjords she once called. But this was now, not then. The world was a much more dangerous place. Dragons and drakes roamed almost every corner of these lands, monsters, and even the gods had been pulled from Asgard and now tread the land that she walked. Both on these âArksâ and JörĂ°. She wondered what happened to cause this destruction, was it Ragnarok? Erica tried to explain the many convoluting things and the events that happened in her time but she didnât understand it. She also wondered if what happened wasnât just how they explained away the events of Ragnarok. But she wasnât confident in it. Erica was quite smart, smarter than she could ever be. She wouldâve figured it out if that was the case. But she also didnât seem to believe in anything. Paul believed in a different belief than she did, and Sylas and Jonathan were the same as Erica. It was all strange to her. She heard unfamiliar sounds and pulled her axe out, readying for battle. Only to look up and see a majestic flying dragon overhead of her. She was in awe. She had never seen one of these before. Never one that flew. And its head was as beautiful as a sunset. It glowed lightly as the sunâs rays went through it. Almost giving it a heavenly glow. She smiled at the sight but couldnât stop and admire it. She had to continue her way.
As she tracked her target. She was brought back to the statement she said to Andrew. And her past. To those people who believed she was an angel or valkyrie. Some even said a guardian. She wasnât, she was the daughter of Hel. She didnât know why she was praised for her sins and her brutal nature. She was treated so well by everyone she met but she didnât understand why. She felt she was a monster, a beast whose only instinct was to kill. And she was afraid that she couldnât control it. Even when she met Andrew and aimed his bow at her, she couldâve ended his life before he knew what was happening. But his distress made her hesitate and lower her weapon. She had regretted even thinking about it. But she was a monster of death. Nothing more than that. Nothing more.
~
The wind and snow blew heavily through the land, the winter night was cold, and the moon was blocked out by the snowstorm that hit. The campsite was quiet. A man sat by a fire, his thoughts on their prize. Gold, jewels, and silver. He was a chief and had taken twenty of his best men on this quest and succeeded in so. The pillaged are no longer standing or living. Surprising since one of them was the most renowned Vikings for brutality. But his hair was grey, and his strength was gone from him. His pathetic son was no challenge either. Being weak in wanting peace and assuming that reputation would keep rivals away was not an answer. His plea for his death and their treasure in trade for his people to live was as pathetic as he was. Leaving nothing behind, no man, woman, or child behind. His men filled with victorious pride were celebrating their bounty with liquor and song while his second in command went to sleep as the rest partied. Though they went quiet for some time. Leaving him alone at the fire. He sat there, thinking about their spoils. Most people would die for this type of treasure.
He got up and turned round to see a figure in the shadow of the night. The figure of that of a human.
âVar det verdt det?â The figure said, their voice young but in pain.
âHva?â He said with a scoff.
"Var det verdt disse menneskenes dÞd nÄr hÞvdingen ville ha gitt sitt eget liv og deres skatt for deres liv?" The person said, he started laughing.
"Det gjorde han, men vi ville ha mer etter at vi drepte ham og fikk gullet. sÄ vi tok kvinnenes juveler og sÞlv. SÄ drepte vi dem alle og barna deres." He said still laughing. The person said nothing for a moment before she sighed with a tremble in it.
«Da for det vil jeg vise deg den samme barmhjertighet som du viste dem. Og du skal dĂž for mine hender.» The one said, the manâs smile disappeared quickly as he unsheathed his sword. And the figure came out of the shadows, revealing a young girl, barely an adult holding an axe in her one visible hand and her other in the shadows. The man laughed even harder as he sheathed his sword.
«Vet du ikke hvem jeg er? Jeg er skurken SnĂŠĂșlfr. Jeg er fryktet av mange av de farligste mennene, og jeg vil ikke bli drept av en liten jente som er halvparten av min alder.» He said, the girl didnât say a thing. Her eyes filled with hatred and pain. She tossed something out of her hand that wasnât visible to his view. Hitting him in the chest and landing on the ground in front of him. SnĂŠĂșlfr felt his chest and felt something wet and warm, but no broken skin or armor. He lowered himself down the thing that landed and picked up before his eyes went wide and face pale as he dropped it. It was the head of his second in command. He looked at her in fear.
"Og jeg er den hevngjerrige, selve dĂžden." She said, he went to unsheathe his sword only to feel something plunge into his chest and fell to the ground. He looked at his chest and saw an axe sticking out of his chest. His breathing became faint and shallow as he stared at the axe. Then he saw her, she walked over, grabbed his sword out of his sheathe, and held it in her hand. He tried backing away from her but he was too weak.
"Hvem, hvem er du?" He said, gasping for air at this point. She looked at him with hatred and fury.
"Mitt navn er Freya, datter av Jorgan den Fredelige, hĂžvding for Fjordsson-stammen, som var sĂžnn av Arnsteinn den Brutale. og dette er de etternavnene du noen gang vil hĂžre." She said in a tone of rage, his eyes widened to this in fear as she set her foot on the axe and began to press it through his chest. He could hear his bones cracking and feel his organs tear apart as the axe went deeper and deeper into his chest. Then she pulled the axe out of his chest, he could feel blood and fluids overflowing out his chest and felt his lungs filling with fluids. And with one of his last breaths and his eyes failing him. He stared at her with her eyes of fury as she picked him up and threw him into the fire. And then he darkness.
For a few moments, the girl stood there in front of the fire. Watching the manâs body burn in front of her. She had sought out for what she wanted. But she still felt empty and in pain. She took off her fur cloak. This being the cloak of her father, his blood covered it entirely. A lump built up in her throat and she fell to her knees. Tears began to roll down her cheeks. She shouldâve been there, she couldâve stopped all of this. But she had volunteered to go off with tradesmen to a neighboring tribe. She wept into the fur cloak and wailed in pain and self-hate.
Several days after this event, scavengers and nomads found the camp desolate. The place was covered in blood and gored bodies. One in particular charred to ashes. What they were surprised to find was a treasure beyond their wildest dreams. Gold, Jewels, and silver filled the tents. This was peculiar as the bodies were killed by man and not beast. The nomads and scavengers only ever found one set of tracks entering and exiting the camp. News spread through the coast of the archipelago. Rumors spread that these Vikings had pillaged a tribe that was closest to the gods and Thor came and slew them. Others said it was one of the first signs of Ragnarok.
But stories spread of a warrior who was the daughter of a man who was trained by the gods in warfare, one who was raised within the village and took the lives of these men for her loved ones were taken from her. And she was named the She-Beast.
~
Freya sighed as she escaped her memories. This continued going through her head as she tracked the drake she wanted. She looked at the ground and lowered herself to the ground, touching a track print that was left behind by the drake. She had been following them for over an hour and they were getting fresh. The dirt was more tender each time she checked. She was catching up to the animal, but she still couldnât see it. She looked at the prod in her other hand as she got up. She hoped that Erica modified the prod enough that she could take down the animal quickly. If not she would be in a whole lot of trouble. She followed the tracks and noticed the tracks were getting further apart. It looked like it started sprinting. She looked ahead to still see nothing. She started trotting as she followed the trail not wanting to fall behind. She ran for a moment before spotting what she was following. A large dragon with short and stout arms eating a smaller drake with a strange horn on the back of the head. A true tyrant beast. Jonathan and the others had told her what they called them but she didnât care. To her, they were dragons and monsters. She lowered herself to the ground, making sure that she was not visible from the tall foliage. She watched as the drake grabbed a huge chunk of flesh and began to devour it. She could hear the beastâs mouth crunch as it ate bones and all. Freya started breathing deeply and slowly. She lifted her axe from her left side loop and held the prod in her other hand. She began to slowly approach the dragon from behind. Staying low to the ground still and downwind of it. She continued breathing slowly and deeply as she was only a few strides away from the beastâs honchos. She let out a fearsome yell and threw the axe into the back of the dragonâs leg, sticking deep into its leg. The dragon let out a growl of pain and turned its head behind to stare down Freya. She yelled out with her battle cry and charged the animal at incredible speed, jumping up and grabbing onto the axe and lifting herself onto the beastâs back. Taking her axe out of the dragon as she did.
The beast bellowed as it tried to buck and shake off Freya. But she held on strong to the dragonâs back, she crawled her way to the neck of the dragon before sticking her axe into the lower neck of the beast. It let out a thunderous roar as it began to bolt.
Freya held onto the axe handle with her one hand, bracing herself for what she was about to do. She stuck the prod close to the back of the skull of the beast and flipped the switch. Sparks and light and lightning came from the prod as though it was magic. She only had to hold it for a few moments before the beast would fall, but it wouldnât do so without a fight. The beast let out a screeching roar and began to run into the side of one of the huge things that the men of this time had made. Clear, sharp teeth began to appear from nowhere and stone started raining from the strange thing. The clear teeth began to pierce into her fur armor but didnât penetrate her. The beast broke away from the structure and started shaking profusely. She only had to hold on for a few more moments. The beast slowly began slowing down in its shaking. And the beast began moving more subdued. The dragon made a few more final attempts to get rid of her from his back by reaching for her with its jaws. But Freya was out of reach. In its last moment, the beast let out a moan of defeat, Freya took her chance to get off as it reared up and fell onto its side unconscious. Freya got up off the ground with a groan and cautiously stared at the dragon. It was huge. Its head was bigger than her and there was room to spare.
Freya looked down at the prod and smiled. She was impressed, that Erica had improved these things. She remembered that all the others complained about how they only had one small hit in them. Erica for the longest time said she would make them work better and she did. Freya would never use one of these again. But she was glad to test it. She turned it on and it sparked sporadically and a cloud of smoke came out from the weapon. She winced at the sight. She dropped the weapon and walked away from it. Sheâd just tell Erica that it was lost during the last part of knocking out the dragon.
She took a look back at the beast, it slept there on its side. Itâs wounds that it sustained from her axe and its attempt to rid her from its neck. She felt pity for the beast, she felt like she shouldâve done something else. But she made a vow to herself when she awoke and found out she could tame these dragons and beasts from the Arks. She had to tame her tame by hand, not with a bow, or any other ranged weapon. It had to be by her hands. She had to see if it was worthy to be hers. And this one was. But she had such remorse for what pain she put it through. She didnât think that this environment was going to be more of a hazardous place than the forests before. She walked up to the beast. Hearing itâs deep, slumberous breath. She touched its snout and began to stroke it. Her eyes getting watery.
âTilgi meg beist. Tilgi meg for det jeg har gjort mot deg.â she said as she stepped back and went on the hunt for taming meat fit for this king.
The Arks: Over Heaven (by Ben)
Chapter 46: Identity
Part 2/2
âYeah. They were.â
âThatâs definitely weird. From what Iâve seen, theyâre solitary. Not pack hunters.â
As they reached the pavilion, they sat down at a table and Maddox began to rub his hands together quickly.
âListen, Loki. This place doesnât exactly follow the rules of nature,â Maddox stated, âSo maybe youâve seen Carnotaurus alone, but it wonât always go that way, right? Besides, I think there was something off about them. They had glowing orange eyes.â
âWoahâŠâ
Snow crunched behind them, and Loki turned around to see Mr. Mo walking up to them. Maddox looked over at a few big looking dudes, and nudged Loki.
âHey. I gotta bounce. You have fun with Mr. Mo, alright?â
Maddox got up from his seat and began to walk over to the big guys and sat next to them. Talking to them about something. They nodded in affirmation, and didnât bother engaging with Loki.
âSup Mr. Mo,â Loki said as Mr. Mo took a seat. He was carrying two pieces of cooked meat, the smell drifting to Lokiâs nose and making his mouth water. The meat was still right on the bones. Mr. Mo gave him a meat stick, and Mr. Mo took a gargantuan bite out of his meat.
âMorning. How was your sleep?â Mr. Mo asked Loki, âI hope the⊠situation that happened yesterday didnât ruin it.â
âIt actually went alright,â Loki said, âit wasnât that bad. I mean, it reeked but I got used to it.â
âHeh, nice,â Mr. Mo replied softly. He rubbed the scar across his left eye. Then, he grumbled in annoyance and took another bite out of his meal.
âSo, uh, I heard what you did back there. Pretty impressive being able to do it all on your own!â Loki chuckled. Loki continued to stare at the scar. It looked much more gruesome up close. And a lot bigger too.
âYa know itâs rude to stare,â Mr. Mo grumbled as his eyes darted to Loki. Loki looked away, a bead of sweat dripping down his face.
âSorry Mr. Mo.â
Mr. Mo sighed.
âThatâs not my real name,â he eerily answered, âItâs Danny Guy. My father named me after himself⊠the stubborn coward.â
âSo, uh, should I call you just Mr. Guy then?â
âAbsolutely not,â he sternly replied, âCall me Mr. Ma. After my motherâs maiden name. At least she cared about me enough to try to, to try to-â
Mr. Ma stopped and prevented himself from speaking any further. He let out a deep breath and continued to speak.
âMy father ainât a good guy, Loki. He put me through something similar like this. Out in the wilderness with no one to help me except myself. And all in the name for his freak project. His stupid book that can burn,â Mr. Ma exclaimed with hatred in his voice, âHeâs the reason my wife-â
Mr. Ma stopped and shook his head.
âHe put me through that test three times. Once in middle school, the second time in high school, and the third time as a teacher. I tried everything I could to escape the cycle. Fighting back, running, but here we are.â
Mr. Ma continued.
âItâs how I got my scar. The first time, I was being chased by a Raptor with a red glow. It was stronger than usual. It pounced on me and- I cried out for help. For someone to stop the pain, to stop the beast. But nobody came. Not even my father. And Iâll always hate him for that.â
Loki couldnât help but frown at Mr. Maâs story. He had been through so much⊠and still Mr. Ma took the time to support some hooligans who couldnât even bother helping him out.
âIâm so sorry for what youâve been through, Mr. Ma.â
âNo. You shouldnât be,â Mr. Ma replied earnestly. He looked up at the sky, âMy father should be putting me through this.â
Just then, Dr. Aston approached. The bags under his eyes were beginning to fade away, but he still had that daze on his face that made him look drowsy.
âMr. Mo, the Parasaur turrets have detected a massive target approaching our settlement. I think we should investigate it right now.â
Lokiâs face turned white.
âWhat if- What if itâs those Knowers that hail from the river near the Redwoods?â
Mr. Ma got up from his seat.
âLetâs go check it out.â
Mr. Ma and Loki headed to the border of the settlement and saw the target Dr. Aston was talking about. A Tyrannosaurus frolicking through the snow, its dark white skin blended in with the rest of the environment.
âA TyrannosaurusâŠâ Mr. Ma said with a smirk, âThis is a good opportunity for a new, powerful tame.â
Mr. Ma turned to Loki.
âWhat do you say? Letâs tame this bad boy up!â
Thx Jedi I can make kibble now
-sith
Protectors of Pandora
Chapter 46 ~the horrors of the swamp~
(No chapters in modded creatures Iâm skipping them)
Nash and the serpents followed the river west, towards the amargasaurus camp. It was quiet and uneventful until they reached a swamp âI donât like the lookss of thiss placeâŠâ Fin said. âMe neither, but we have to crosss it.â Seascale said. They entered the swamp, it was muddy and humid in the swamp and it smelled, well.. like a swamp⊠Lucky the serpents felt right at home in the water and they were great swimmers, they held their arms and legs to their sides and slithered like sea snakes through the murky water. Nash flew overhead, dodging the vines and branches of mangrove trees. âItâs quiet, too quietâŠâ Nash said ominously. âYess it iss..â Seascale said. They stopped moving for a second and waited, then out of nowhere a kaprosuchus leapt out of the water at nash, it grabbed him and tackled him to the ground, he struggled to unsheathe his sword but when he got it out he stuck the kapro in the head, instantly killing it. He climbed out of its jaws and said, âWatch out, there could be more of them.â The serpents swam around the area and saw none, so they carried on. They hadnât gone to far when a phiomia ran out of the forest. he looked sick. âHelp⊠me..â he said, then he dropped to the ground and a juvenile rhynio burst out of his side.
(I was gonna say larva/pupa but apparently those are both before/during insects have metamorphosis and look like the adults. And Rhyniognatha babies in ark are just tiny adults already.. kinda lazy if you ask me đ)
It flew at Fin viciously and Nash glided down sword in hand and sliced the creature down the middle. âI hate Rhyniognathas.â Nash said. They were about done with the swamp and made haste to get out, but there were many other challenges they faced on the way such as; sarcosuchus, more kaprosuchus, rabid onycs, piranhas, swarms of bugs, etc etc. but the worst of these came for them when they reached the center of the swamp, where the mangroves grew to be entire stories high, and the fog was dense, the bloodstalker grabbed a serpent in itâs nasty claws and by the time they could slay the beast it had already finished with the serpent. Fin and the serpent called Coralfang carried the body so they could give him a proper burial. The serpents came to this ark as a squad of four. Now they were a trio. When they exited the swamp they dug a hole and Fang, (Coralfangs nickname) found a large rock, he used his knife and carved âBarnacle, loving father and friend. Rest in the deep.â The serpents filled the grave with rocks and water, as was the sea serpent way, then they placed the body in the hole, they covered the grave with long stones. And placed the carved stone on the top. Many random creatures noticed what they were doing and offered their condolences, Seascale came up to Fang who was sitting besides the grave, âIâm sorry, I know he was your friend. he was to all of us. But you most of all.â âWhat am I going to tell his kidsâŠâ Fang said. âTell them, he was a hero.â Seascale replied. âIf we ever even get back to the other serpents..â Fang said. âwe will, Iâll make sure of it.â Seascale said, âAnd we wonât lose anyone else along the wayâŠâ
Once I was chasing after a hesperornis for its polymer and while it was running at literally deployed TWO golden eggs.
The Arks: Over Heaven (by Ben)
Chapter 46: Identity
Part 1/2
It was the day of graduation. Soon Loki and all his peers of Terran High would be graduating and becoming true adults. Theyâd create their own identity, their own destiny. And Mr. Mo and Aurora were standing on the stage ahead, Aurora already had finished her speech. Now a countdown had begun, signaling the end of their schoolhood.
âTEN! NINE! EIGHT!â
The soon-to-be adults began to chant the countdown along with Mr. Mo. Loki joined along too, a smile growing on his face as he pumped his fist in the air and grabbed his graduation cap with his other hand.
âSEVEN! SIX! FIVE!â
The screaming grew louder and louder to the point that Lokiâs ears began to hurt.
âFOUR! THREE! TWO! ONE-â
Suddenly Mr. Mo let out a loud gasp of pain, as he fell to his knees, clutching his wrist. Everyone stopped the countdown, and whispers began to radiate throughout the crowd.
âUh oh. What happened to him?â someone asked. Lokiâs eyes turned to the mysterious boy. He was wearing a hikerâs outfit and a straw hat, and had a worried look on his face. With him were three other people with different outfits. One wore a black leather jacket and blue jeans, another was wearing an apron and black dress shirt with tan khakis, and the last wore a white sleeveless jacket with a red shirt underneath and blue shorts. For some reason these four didnât have graduation robes on.
âThat doesnât matter! We need to find Ben so we can surprise him! Heâs gotta be somewhere in this crowd,â the one with the white jacket exclaimed while having his eyes dart around the crowd.
That didnât matter to Loki. Mr. Mo had become hurt. Loki began to rush past the crowd and to the stage.
âMr. Mo!â Loki cried out. With no warning a jolt of pain began to reverberate throughout his left wrist. Loki let out a cry of pain, and soon the rest of his peers began to follow.
The sky above them suddenly began to generate clouds, and the Sun began to move around the sky at an alarming rate. The sky seemed to be generating streaks of red, blue, and green, spinning around in a triangle and aiming right down at them.
Loki could feel his mind slip away and his consciousness fade, as everything turned to black.
And then he woke up on the cold, cold snowâŠ
âWoah,â Loki whispered as his eyes shot open. He was back in his bunk bed, and light poured in from the open doorway into the living quarters. Everyone was gone from bed, presumably outside doing menial tasks for the settlement. He rubbed his green eyes a bit, and sighed. Once again that haunting memory of graduation had come to his dreams. He hated that memory.
âToo much was going on then,â Loki whispered. He clenched his fist, âAnd why did Mr. Mo fall first? What did any of that mean? Why are we here? Who were those guys without the graduation robes?â
Just then someone walked into the home. Loki turned to see someone unfamiliar to him standing at the doorway. He had a muscular build, and seemed at least six feet tall. He had a deep tan and bronze hair that shined under the light of the torch.
âLoki, youâre finally awake,â he said. It was Maddox, âBreakfast is being served. Mr. Moâs found quite the hunt today.â
Loki sat up and looked at Maddox.
âSo youâre Maddox?â
âYep. Thatâs me.â
Loki stretched his arms and let out a yawn, throwing the blanket off him and climbing down the bunk bedâs ladder. He walked up to Maddox, and the two began to walk off to the pavilion.
âSo whatâs for breakfast today?â Loki asked as he began to fix his long, black hair.
âCarnotaurus,â Maddox responded with a grin, âA pack of three were spotted in the area before you had woken up. And you arenât gonna believe what happened next; Mr. Mo just walked out the gates, and a few moments later he walked right back in tugging them along like they were dead dogs!â
âWhat?! Seriously? So youâre saying he killed them all by himself and just dragged it in like it was nothing?â
âThatâs right. Yâknow heâs stronger than he lets on. And I managed to catch a glimpse of how he did it⊠He seems to really know his stuff. Not a single one managed to maim him. It was as if heâd done this many times.â
âWell that is surprising,â Loki added, âBut whatâs weird is the Carnotaurus. You said they were in a pack of three?â
The house of madness
Chapter sixteen: Willow.
âHey!â The person exclaimed angrily. Hailey spun around with a Sorry expression on her face to see Willow getting up from the floor. âIâm so sorry! I didnât mean to knock you over.â Hailey apologized. Willow scoffed. âSave it. Like I care what if you are âsorryâ.â Hailey blinked. âWhat do you mean?â She asked. Willow rolled her eyes. âOh donât try that with me! I know who you are and what you are. Pretending to be a innocent little princess who keeps forgetting stuff. Yeah right, you think you can get your way no matter what and if anyone tries to stop you youâll tell your father and heâll straighten them out. Well I for one donât believe your nonsense!â Willow spat. Hailey raised her eyebrows, not understanding what Willow was talking about. Willow took her confusion for tears. âOh you gonna cry you wittle baby? You gonna go tell daddy? Go on! Go tell daddy!â Willow mocked. Hailey finally realizing that Willow was mocking her opened her mouth to say something. But instead of telling her to back off or something, something else slipped out. Guttural growls, whines, and barks slipped from Haileyâs lips. Willow laughed. âWow, youâre more pathetic than I thought!â Willow said laughing. Hailey Reyes to speak again but more growls, whines, and barks came. But this time the end result was different. The saber wolves perked up their heads and pranced over to Hailey and Willow. They raised their hackles and growled at Willow. *Woof!* *woof!* (sorry I couldnât think of a saber wolves barking noise)One of them began barking loudly. Willow looked shocked but she continued to mock. âAww how did you do that? Did daddy teach you how to do that?â One of the saber wolves lunged at Willow teeth bared. Willow was to surprised to move. âENOUGH!â Marvelo bellowed. He held out his hand and the saber wolf went flying. It hit the wall hard. Itâs whine filled the air. The other saber wolves shook their heads as if broken from a trance. âWHAT is going on?â Marvelo demanded angrily. Hailey cleared her throat and tested her voice. âI-I ha-have n-no i-ide-a.â Hailey stuttered. Willow scowled. âSee what I mean? I was right! Always pretending to be innocent! She attacked me for Peteâs sake!â Willow exclaimed. Daniel waltzed over. âHey, hey listen up.â Daniel said. He put his arm around Willowâs shoulders. âWill, itâs okay. Iâm sure she wasnât trying to hurt you. She was justâŠumâŠdemonstrating something? Anyway sheâs fine. I should knowâŠIâm her trainer remember?â Daniel said. He squeezed Willowâs shoulders comfortingly. Willow relaxed slightly and turned to face Daniel. She reached out and caressed Daniels face. âI remember. I just think..she should get another trainer so Iâll have you back to myself.â Willow said. Marvelo got in between them. âKnock it off love birds. Nobody is getting a new trainer. Now all of you need to come with me. The master wants to talk to yâall before a mission.â
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-SunnyFox57
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