Bruh I got SO obsessed with these I became a breeder... next thing you know I've got a fortress under a waterfall next to the swamp wit 18 KAPROS just wandering my base, then someone came to raid me and the funniest thing happened, he shot ONE of them, then all 17 lunged so hard at him that HIS FRIKIN game CRASHED like, when u shoot my brethren the Kapros be like:
"NUNI????"
Open the Dododex app on iOS or Android, select a creature, and go to Tips > Submit Tip.
Well, I managed to tame a level 12 with just raw meat, and leveled it up to level 20, now, it was time to test it’s skills. It managed to kill five Sarcos, two Rexes, one Allo, a Brontosaurus, and then died to a Theri.. I was just shocked. For vengeance I went back out and killed the Theri myself, luckily I bred him before that and got a level 15 out of it.
R.I.P JellyBean Death-Trap. ^^;
A true story that showed love, honor, and bravery
Just a while ago I had just tamed a Kapro, but this Kapro was like no other, I had named him Cracker, Cracker always stood by my side and saved me from dangerous threats attempting to slay Cracker, me and my other creatures...Cracker was very lonely and had no other friend other than me, The Spit Squad/My Dilos, and a few dodos so I got him a special friend... A Sarco!!! I named the sarco Butter. Cracker and Butter became great friends! We would go on hunts and kill raptors and bezubuffos, but one day Butter was stuck in between two terrain rocks which I can’t break, so me and Cracker when on without Butter to get meat,but just then a baryonx came out of the river and started attacking Cracker fought hard and killed the baryonx but sadly he perished in battle. I found his item bag but only his saddle was in there. I kept the saddle for rememberence of my best friend. I named many things after Cracker. Cracker lies in the grave to be remembered 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳~ Every one up is one respect ,love, and rememberance for Cracker
The house of madness
Chapter twenty six: a small family reunion.
Jay and Sylvia appeared close to a little town. Jay limped along beside Sylvia. “Why did you do that? We need to go back and get them. They’re my siblings Sylvia!” Jay exclaimed. Sylvia sighed. “Jay…their probably gone now and besides the team is too powerful. We need help taking down Tom. We can’t do it by ourselves.” Sylvia said gently. Jay sighed. “Fine. Where are we anyway?” Sylvia shrugged. “Just a tiny city that was built on the ruins of a old city that was destroyed. We’re stopping to rest here for the night. Hopefully someone here is willing to let us stay with them.” Sylvia replied. They traveled until they came to a small farmhouse a little but apart from the rest of the houses. Sylvia knocked on the wooden door. There was silence for a minute. Then they heard heavy footsteps walking toward the door. Slowly the door creaked open. A man with short black hair with tiny white stripes running through parts of it, blue eyes, and a weary, wrinkled with age face opened the door. “Hi. Do you mind if we stay for the night? My…friend here hurt himself and we need a place to stay for the night. The man sighed. “I guess.” He said in a gruff voice. “I’m Cole Greyson and who are y’all?” The man asked. “I’m Sylvia Lestrange.” Said Sylvia. “And I’m Jay Peterson.” Jay said. Cole’s gaze turned dark as he stared at Jay as if he recognized him, then shook his head. “Come in.” They walked in. It was a quaint little home with old furniture and antiques. A German shepherd lay at the fireplace. It watched them calmly and wagged it’s tail friendly. “There’s a bedroom down the hall that y’all can use. I’m going to prepare supper.” Cole said. They walked down the hall to their room.
Cole entered the kitchen and walked over to the telephone. He dialed a number slowly. After a few rings the telephone clicked. He picked it up. “Hello. Yes I have them. Yes I’m sure! I can tell a Riddle a mile away,….the boy looks a lot like his father. They’re staying for the night, when can you be here? Tonight? Good. I’m tired and I don’t need more mouths to feed.”
“Wow. This is really good!” Sylvia complimented Cole. Cole nodded. “Thank you.” They sat in awkward silence as the finished their food. Cole seemed to ignore Jay most of the time. He didn’t seem to like him at all. Finally they finished their food. Jay and Sylvia took the plates back into the kitchen. “Hey Cole goodn-” Jay began but then stopped when he saw the people standing next to Cole. A woman with red hair up in a ponytail and white milky eyes, a man with blonde hair and brown eyes, a older woman with black hair and purple eyes, and a man about Jay’s age with black hair and brown eyes. Actually he looked almost identical to Jay. “Emma?! Andrew?!” Jay exclaimed looking at the woman with red hair and the man with blonde hair. Emma smiled gently. “Jay.” She replied. Jay ran over and hugged her. “Where were y’all? I’ve been looking everyone for y’all! And who are they?” Jay asked. “That is Nala…” Andrew said, motioning to the older woman. “…and this is Jack. I’m surprised you don’t recognize him.” Jay’s gaze turned dark as he gazed at his twin brother. Jack sighed heavily and ran his fingers through his long black hair. “Trust me I didn’t want to come here either but they made me.” Jack said. Jay turned away from him and back to Emma and Andrew. “So why are y’all here?” Sylvia asked. “To defeat Tom.” The woman named Nala said, a glimpse of pity in her eye.
To be continued…..
The next book coming soon! I hope y’all have been enjoying this series so far!
-SunnyFox57
The Obelisk
I’m so sorry guys! It took me several days to figure out exactly how I’m going to write this chapter, and trust me, it was a very tough script to go through. But it’s here now!
-Chapter 61- (*More Among Us music*)
The young Carnotaur fell back, crashing into the dirt with a thud.
“NEVER talk back to me!!” His father bellowed. He turned to leave, looking furious.
Panting, the small gray-green juvenile lay his head back onto the ground. His body ached from the blow and his tail looked bruised. He sighed and decided it’d be best to just rest there for a minute. Maybe an hour.
“Basil?”
The young Carnotaur opened one eye. His little sister stood beside him, blinking large green eyes his way. “Are you OK?”
“Yep,” Basil said, lifting his head to look at her.
“Why did Dad kick you?”
“Oh,” Basil glanced behind her to see the clay-brown shape of their father in the distance. “Just a little mad at me, that’s all.”
“You said that last time,” His sister mused, her tail waving like it always did when she was deep in thought. Basil admired her intelligent, daring personality. He loved his sister. Little Spark had so much potential.
Basil nudged her comfortingly with his head. “I’m not Fathers favorite carnivore,” he explained to her softly. “Or Mothers, for that matter.”
Basil and Spark had lived here their whole lives, and some humans Ruins. It was located just south of the Broken Meadows, it’s view overlooking the forest and beach beyond. It was a rather benign place for a group of Carnotaurs to live, but at least it was safe.
Basil struggled to a sitting position and glanced up at the sky. Streaks of purple and dark blue faded into sight as the sun sunk below the oceans horizon, letting it’s bright reign end for the day.
Stars twinkled into view as the sky darkened. Spark turned and gazed at the night sky with him.
“Brother,” she whispered after a moment,“remember that prey I caught yesterday?”
“Yes,” Basil said. It had been Sparks first kill. Basil had never been so proud, and Sparks expression of pure happiness was something he’d never forget.
“After I killed it…” Spark whispered softly,“where did it go?”
“What?” Basil didn’t understand.
“Like… when they die. Where do they go?”
Basil struggled to think of an answer. “I don’t know.” He said finally.
Spark ducked her head. “Alright.”
“I’m sorry Spark. I really just—hadn’t thought of that before.” He nuzzled Sparks neck with the top of his snout. “But… if they do go somewhere… I bet it’s really great.”
Spark didn’t answer. She just stared at the flashing stars, her eyes sparkling, and they sat like that for the rest of the night.
***
Four weeks later…
Things didn’t get any better for Basil at the ruins. Father was always fighting him, insulting him or insisting to Mother (at moonhigh, when they thought Basil was asleep) that they get rid of him.
Mother never did the things Father did to Basil. She was much smarter than Father and, although they agreed on almost everything, she persisted that their offspring be kept alive.
Despite her intelligence, Mother was careless. She never spoke or paid any attention to her son and daughter. Apparently, she also despised other species. She was the kind of carnivore that wished Carnotaurs would just take over Fjordur and kill everyone else.
Spark told Basil that Mother and Father may not be the best, but they were still their parents and they should love them. Basil never knew what to say.
Half the time he wished he could just lay down and never wake up again. But he had to stay alive, For Sparks sake. His tiny little sister was turning 1 next week, and she still had so much to learn. Basil vowed he’d take care of her until she could take care of herself.
Spark kept him going through the misery even when he didn’t know it. She needed him, and he needed her.
Basil opens his eyes.
The sun had not yet risen. The scent of fresh morning dew clung to the air around him. He rose to his feet, yawning with a quiet roar. His eyes scanned the Ruins.
Then he realized Mother and Father weren’t there.
Basil took a few steps forward, looking around ever corner of fallen, mossy stone ruins. He sprinted around the willow tree and went to the edge of the cliff, scanning the forest and beach below him. There was no sign of them.
T h a t’ s what mother and father were planning last night, Basil thought.
He heard tiny footsteps behind him, but did not turn. Spark looked up at him, then down to the terrain below. “Where Mom and Dad?”
Basil was still staring out at the crashing waves on the sandy beach far, far away.
They left. Their own parents left them to survive on their own.
A tiny smile appeared at the sides of his mouth. “They’re gone, Spark.”
He’d never been so thrilled.
Before i tamed two female Kapros, they were both very good friends and were females i watched them hunt and decoded to tame them. They were so funny because they’d launch themselves in attempt to kill prey Slytherin and slamdunk bff’s.. Slytherin died today because of a therizino and it was a tough battle i feel horrible being there nearly killing us all. In memory of Slytherin a great fighter died December 7 2020.
