So when I started this game I tamed a GORGEOUS pink iguanodon and naturally I had to name him Juan, but like all favorite Ark pets, Juan went missing (I never saw him die so I’m still searching 🥲). While looking I came across a vibrant green iguanodon and since I can’t find Juan I decided to name this one in honor of my beloved Juan. I named her Juan Two Three 😌 hopefully I find Juan so I can mate them, pray for Juan The Original 🙏
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I.... I LOVE my iguanodon. I’ve had him since I was a lvl 17, he followed me round everywhere, we sailed round the entire island together, and when I got him a saddle, we became even closer. He had gorgeous yellow spots and a lovely orangey-red skin tone, so I called him Spottius Yellowus. He is only a lvl 24, and I am a lvl 53, as of now, and I’m writing this from the swamps. We were hunting carno’s together, like the best buds we were, when a baronyx jumped me. I knew Spottius could take raptors, packs worth even, but I thought we were good as dead by then, but he just kept head butting the bary like it was nothing. His health had gone down 400 times before the baronyx called it quits and ran, but no matter the whistles, he chased that bastard down. I am nowhere near as fast as Spottius, and he belted it over hill and through river, following that baronyx to the ends of the earth if he had to. No predator had escaped Spottius before. It wouldn’t happen now. With incredible vigour, he caught up and lunged at the bary. It squealed in pain, attracting a nearby theri and arousing a close carbonenemys from its grazing, and they all sandwiched Spottius in, bashing and chomping and stamping. His health was rapidly depleting, but he didn’t bash an eyelid. Instead, he just looked at me, helpless. I wouldn’t stand for it. He COULDNT die. Not now. If I have my way, not ever. I broke into a full sprint towards the mob, disregarding my life and safety, and lunged into the mess. With my master raft sword, I slashed and stabbed, and I took the theri, on full health, the bary, on half, and the carbonenemys, who was head butting Spottius dreadfully hard. We finished him off together, and my iguanodon is now on 73 health. He is a trooper.
1 like = love for Spottius
I had a iguanadon named Iggy he was lvl 74 I took him EVERYWHERE I need berries. He was there I need to travel. He was there. I went nowhere without Iggy till the day it went down…
So I took Iggy to the redwoods to go find a good rex to tame and I got jumped by a purlovia he knocked me off him he put up a good fight but we killed it. But then a group of terror birds ganged up on us and we were both on low hp and he started attacking the terror birds and he actually pushed me away and I tryed to come back and fight with him but he just pushed me back again and he fought to the end he killed the rest and he died with them. I got home and made a tribute to Iggy and put his saddle in a chest next to a grave for Iggy
R.I.P Iggy you fought till the very end🙏
Iguanadons are lifelong companions. They are fast as raptors but have infinite stamina and can hit just as hard.
I tamed my Iguanadin at level 16 and we were very close. She was a beautiful white with multicolored specks down her spinal ridge. I named her Orangespeck. I guessed for her saddle as soon as I unlocked it. She was always there when I needed berries or simply to explore a new area on foot.
I play on console, and there are events. One night, I was harvesting berries on my trike, Goldenstreak. I was about to obliterate a berry bush when a 'Super Turkey' that was level 250, ran under my feet. At that moment I knew Goldenstreak was gone. The turkey hit Orangestreak instead. She was on Neutral. She hit one. I dismounted from my trike and desperately tried to flee on Orangespeck. She died while I tried to run.
R.I.P. Orangespeck. I hope where ever you are now is a better place than the island.
I still never got over her death. One Up = One F
-SilverWings
The Obelisk
-Chapter 58-
“Ow!”
“Sit—sit down already!”
“I told you, I’m fine.”
“T e l l me all you want, but this is my home, and you have a broken leg. Now sit.”
Coal winced as Bramble placed another wad of cobwebs onto his leg, but slowly complied and set himself down into the bed of ripped up ferns. Bramble gave a satisfied grunt and carefully checked to the see if the wound was still bleeding.
Forest sat in the corner of the burrow, curling his tail around his legs. He was glad they could finally get some real rest.
“I can’t believe this,” Coal was muttering. “The Terror birds have lived in that stronghold for ninety years, and it never showed any signs of weakness. It wasn’t supposed to fall for another hundred!”
“It’s not destroyed,” Bramble reassured. “It’s just lost a few stones. I don’t know why parts of it went down, but—“
“Maybe it was a sign,” Coal wailed, looking tortured.
“You did the right thing, helping us escape.” Spark said to him.
“Maybe destroying my home and breaking my leg was the universe telling me it wasn’t,” Coal said.
“No,” Forest joined in. “Not a sign.”
“We thank you for everything,” said Spark.
Coal closed his eyes with a sigh. Bramble stood up and went to the other end of the burrow, before carefully digging up a few odd-looking roots. He yanked them out and padded down another small tunnel, the roots hanging from his jaws.
“Tell us more about this Jethezzar,” Spark said to the Prince after a moment.
The Terror bird opened his eyes slowly, lifting his head a bit. “What do you want to know?”
“Everything.” Crimson said.
“Alright,” said Coal softly.
Bramble entered the room, along with a few more cobwebs and leaves. Prince Coal began.
“I’ll start from the beginning. A hundred years ago, the first Terror bird Emperor, my great-grandfather, got tired of his kind traveling acrossed Runheimr for scraps. Gradually he began to claim the territory tree by tree, until he had enough land for all the Terror birds to live freely. He discovered the stronghold shortly after, and used it for his closest friends and family to live in. Everyone else dwelled where they wanted to. Runheimr was ours.”
He continued on. “Twenty years later, he had a son named Carrion. Carrion was the next Emperor after his father went missing, but Carrion was greedy, and of course he wanted more. Carrion tried to take—OWW!”
“Sorry,” Bramble rumbled, pressing several dark red fronds against Coals wound. “Should have warned you. Here, swallow this.” He held out a small pale colored leaf.
Coal regarded the herb for a moment, blinking. “You want me to… eat that?”
“It’s a plant. Get over it.” Bramble said. “Now eat.”
Coal exhaled slowly and took the leaf, chewing a moment before gulping it down. “Let me finish. Carrion tried to gain even more power over Runheimr. He killed a lot. I won’t get into detail, though. And eventually, he got wanted he wanted. More control. Finally, many years later, my father hatched. He had many friends, and many siblings, but he was the most kind and just. I’m very lucky he found my Mother and claimed the throne after Carrion died.” The Prince took a deep breath. “One day, when he was much older, he met a young Wyvern—Jethezzar—at a lake, about seven years ago. Jethezzar told my father that he could help us rise to a higher purpose. And, with him as our ally, we could rule more than just Runheimr. My father accepted. It was good deal.”
“I can’t believe he fell for it,” Bramble broke in. “Nobody would just graciously help another kind steal territory. I bet you anything that Jethezzar’s plan was to help you as much as possible, and then demand his share. Whether it’s some of the territory for himself, food, treasure—“
“Treasure!” Coal barked, making Nyx jump. “We don’t have any treasure! We’re only where we are now because of our strength in numbers! We don’t have jewels, we don’t have gold, we don’t even have a scrap of element, for Fjordurs sake! If Jethezzar is planning on demanding any kind of wealth, I’ll tell him he can go eat his own tail!” He tried to stand up, but yelped and fell back, hissing.
“Hey, Calm down. Rest.” Bramble ordered. “Your leg is not gonna heal if you keep moving it around like this.” He pushed Coal back into a laying position.
“Anything else?” Forest asked.
“That’s all I know.” Coal replied. “Rrrrrrgh, that lying snake of a Wyvern. Your probably right. He wants something from us. I don’t know what, and I hope I never do. But whatever it is, it’s probably not good.”
“We’ll make sure you don’t,” Forest said. We’ll stop Jethezzar, he wanted to say. But he wasn’t sure if that would be true. Was Jethezzar the real threat here? Was HE the one the Five we’re supposed to save Fjordur from?
If so, what was he planning to take from the Terror birds?
When I first happened upon the inlet that I now call home, I spent many a day exploring the coast around it. On a particularly sunny afternoon, when the air was full of the sweet scent of ripe berries dangling off their bushes in clumps of color, I walked East, and happened upon an Iguanodon.
It was a noble creature, meandering across the flower-speckled sand with its head held high. It’s hide was a creamy tan, dotted with orange speckles and it’s spine covered in a long dark stripe.
Cautious of the glossy black spikes protruding from the animals thumbs, I sent a bola twirling towards it’s feet. The Iguanodon trumpeted furiously, immobilized, as I moved in with a crude wooden club, intent on striking the dinosaur unconscious.
Foolishly, I stepped within range of the creatures arms, and paid for it with a painful slash across my forearm from one of those wicked thumb spikes.
Bleeding, and a little angry, I dealt several fierce blows to the Iguanodon, and my face split in a triumphant smile as it fell, unconscious, to the beach.
Once the creature had worked up a sufficient appetite, I fed her - for it was a her - a handful of Mejoberries from my outstretched palm.
By twilight she had awoken and was tamed, and as we walked West together, I made up my mind to call her Apricot, after the orange spots that were scattered across her belly and sides.
Since that warm afternoon so long ago, Apricot has been an invaluable friend and mount, full of surprising and incredibly useful abilities. She’s a fierce fighter; I once found the corpse of a wild raptor at her feet and Apricot was completely unscathed.
As I have progressed through my journey on the ARK, I have domesticated stronger and more fearsome creatures, and have not needed to ride Apricot as frequently as I had. As such, I have decided to retire her to a lovely life in a fenced pasture overlooking the sea, and have even found her a mate: a handsome orange and red fellow named Mango.
One time I was on ark mobile, flying around on my pteranodon (I was a noob at the time). And I found this gorgeous, blue colored one. I wished to tame it but there was 10 raptors. I watched it die, atleast I took a picture of it! (My pteranodon died shortly after I took a picture).
1 Thumbs up = justice for blue Iguanodon, and Donnie. (Pteranodon).
