Now I can glide like a king so happy now

The Bulbdog and the Basilisk part 1

The bulbdog's name was Chuck, he was yellow as a banana and he smelt like one to. The basilisk's name was Berry, he was bright red with white spots and he smelt like a berry. They were both part of the drake tribe, until it happened that sad sad day when the nameless attacked. There were thousands to many for the turrets, and to many for the drakes, nobody could save the base or dinos. They would die. They watched as there human was turned into one of them. They were the only ones who made it out.

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Maewing oh Maewing come out from your hiding

To raise all our babies and show us some gliding.

You’re a lil furry babysitter, I hope comes in purple.

Change the world, you will, with your glorious side nurple.

One day im hatching deonichus and i get twins all over the place only got one maewing at the time a butiful white mae wing named shin-don

But as i move the deonichus to the platform with the others

I get a notifacation

Your shin-don lv ? Died i go and look theres a bag and a starving udult deonichus so i imprinted (as i forgot to before)

And named him shin killer

It was i sad sad day

Up to pay respects to shin -don ❤

I miss you shin-don 💕

Legends of Pandora

Chapter 6: ~Doctor Nightshade~

The group fled through the icy forest, they didn’t know where to go but they knew they had to get away. Unfortunately, there was no escape when they stumbled into a clearing, facing them was a giant rock wall that towered up and up before sloping into the peak of one of the mountains. A massive fortress made of crude scrap metal was stuck to the side of it, massive garages, apartments, workshops, and a kitchen made up the base. From the summit down to the highest floor of this structure there was sunlight, but below that dwindled into dusk. The snowy ground before them was littered with creatures, a gruff lot, matted fur, scars, robotic appendages. These were the same as Ras’s caravan. Ryker’s gang.“Intruders! Get them!” A direbear with a missing eye shouted. The group turned but a dozen veilwyn jumped out of portals behind them, and the faster creatures closed the circle. There was no escape. Except for Lagoon, the enemy hadn’t drove their vehicles with their harpoons out yet, she decided some of them getting captured was better than all of them. She soared up and away from the structure, with the creatures who couldn’t handle walking in the snow, namely, Ron, Skyla, Jaxz, the sea serpents, and Stainly who had been hiding in his house in a large cupboard for some time now. “We’ll come back for you I promise!!” Ron shouted to the others. “NASH GET OUT OF THERE!” Skyla shouted, but Nash had already been pinned down by a chalicotherium and couldn’t escape with them. Bones raged and started to thrash through the gang’s forces, until a red Carcharodontosaurus charged at him, grabbed his neck and throwing him to the ground, he growled and snapped back at her, grasping her leg and standing up in the same motion, this pulled her leg out from under her and she fell, but quickly stood again, now both of them were enraged eyes glowing, Bones couldn’t think straight and went in full force, the carchar however was still calm, but she was faster than Bones ever thought a massive theropod like her could be, she dodged his brutish charge with a sidestep and bashed into his side as he ran past her, he toppled to the ground, his eyes returning to normal, but she wasn’t finished, she grabbed his neck. “D- YU- YLD-?” She roared, her mouth full of his neck. “Huh?!” He snapped. She choked harder, “DO YOU YEILD!” She said clearer. He didn’t want to, but he didn’t have a choice, he weakly kicked his leg a few times. She released, blood starting to flow from gashes in his neck, turning the snow red. “Get some healers over here.” The carchar said. A few smaller creatures rushed to Bones’s neck to examine the damage, while the carchar limped off to get her leg checked. The rest of the group was led into one of the garages attached to the megastructure, except this one didn’t hold any vehicles. it was more like an examination room. Inside were multiple tables and strange equipment. “Is the doc in?” Asked a castoroides. The garage door was open and nobody was inside. Or so they thought, two white eyes opened from a dark corner of the garage. The creature was tall, and as it walked out into the light they could see it, a therizinosaurus, she was a bright grey color and both hands were prosthetic, the long claws replaced with strange “tools” such as a saw, a magnifying glass, a needle with a vial of some sort of yellow liquid inside, and a pencil of all things.

“Are these my.. patients.” She said peering her long neck over to the group. “Aye, they are.” The beaver said. “So many of you.” She said with a chuckle, “so many tests…” she said In a strange eerily enthusiastic tone, “come, come, all of you go sit in the waiting area, except… you.” She said pointing at Nash. They reluctantly obliged. “Now you, go sit there.” She said pointing her pencil finger to a cold metal table. Nash flinched when he saw the stains on the table. “What exactly are you going to do..” Nash asked worriedly. “Just a check up.” The theri said suspiciously. They reluctantly obliged others all sat in the chairs across the room, they were ready to attack if need be, but they probably couldn’t fight their way out. It was a last resort. Nash slowly crawled onto the table, it was like ice. “Now, do you have any pains?” She asked. “Uhh, my right wing is a bit sore after that brute tackled me out there.” Nash said. “No problem, let’s have a look.” She gently took his wing in her claws, and began looking it over. “So, does the doctor have a name?” Nash asked. “Nightshade.” The doctor said without looking away from her work. “It is quite bruised, could use some medicine.” She stood straight, raising one of her claws, the three long tool claws went backwards towards her forearm and then a smaller mechanical hand with fingers and a thumb folded out of her metal palm, she held up her other arm and extended the claw with the needle, the mechanical hand grabbing the claw by the vial part on the syringe and flicking the glass so to liquid inside would shake. “Do not worry, it merely numbs the pain.” She said. Nash’s face went pale and his eyes wide looking at the huge needle, she pointed outside the garage and said “look a bulbdog!” In a slightly louder whisper than her usual quiet voice. Nash looked outside immediately, and felt a sharp jab in his wing. He looked back to see doctor Nightshade pull down the pins on the syringe and inject the fluid into Nash’s wing. It almost immediately numbed it. Then she gently applied some cream onto the wound with a strange silicone spatula sort of claw attachment. “Is that all?” She said. “I-I think so.” Nash said. “Who’s next then?” She asked.

What on ark that ain't my mother.

Last words of all babies in genesis 2.

So I’ve been finding different levels of Maewing eggs from the ones I’ve tamed. Basic, simple, extraordinary, and exceptional. Can these guys produce all the different kibble levels?! Someone please answer if you know!

The Obelisk

-Chapter 68-

The Five were led down a narrow trail that wound through the colorful woods, orange and gold colored branches reaching out for them. Forest took a moment to admire the strange place, then moved on.

Soon enough they approached a clearing in the forest. The air was filled with new sounds and smells, and as they entered, Forest saw a cluster of small burrows and caves dug into the hillside. Shadowmanes of many colors peeked out curiously, and a few passing juveniles called to one another as they stopped to eye the newcomers. Two Shadowmane kits tumbled off of a fallen log next to Crimson, their big eyes widening as they looked up at the Kapro. Crimson huffed at them, and they yelped and ran away.

Finally a couple of Shadowmanes spotted Nyx, calling her name happily. Nyx ran forward and greeted them, smiling.

One of the juveniles edged to Moonbeams side, whispering into her ear. He nodded in Forests direction, and Moonbeam replied softly, “I don’t know.” She inclined her head to him, padded over to Nyx and the other Shadowmanes, and Forest heard her say, “I must speak with Orbit. Where is he?”

One flicked her tail towards the largest cave. It looked like it served as a common area, by all the Shadowmanes bustling about inside. Moonbeam thanked and gestured for Nyx and the others to follow.

It was a circular, vast cave with a few dens inside of it, accompanied by the familiar scent of fresh kill and water. Another pair of kits ran by, laughing, as they play-fought one another roughly. A female Shadowmane exited a small cave in the corner, letting out a roar to the kits. They perked their heads up and scurried her way.

Moonbeam took a turn and headed for one of the dens. “Orbit!” she shouted, stepping inside.

A Shadowmane the same size as Moonbeam came into view from the cave. His face lit up. “Nyx!” he cried. “You’re alright! Where—"

“They’re not here,” Moonbeam stated flatly. “It’s just her.”

“What—”

“We need to talk.” Said Moonbeam. “Inside.”

They did, and Nyx explained everything to the two Shadowmanes; the Terror birds and the Ruins, the prisons, the escape, and everything in between.

And at the end of it all, Nyx said, “that’s pretty much it,” and took a second to scratch her frill with one talon.

Orbit sat down slowly, his expression unreadable. Moonbeam paced back and forth next to him, her tail twitching.

Forest wondered if this was the Orbit Nyx had mentioned. He had black scales with hints of violet and navy, along with several nebulas of green and blue around his back, torso and tail. He looked about seven years old, not even nearly as old as Blazeheart or Bramble.

Moonbeam stepped forward and glowered at Nyx. “You could have gotten yourself in serious trouble, Nyx.”

Nyx’s eyes dropped to the ground. “I know.”

“Helping these carnivores was the last thing you should of—"

“I had to help them!” Nyx burst out. “They were in trouble. The Terror birds were coming for them, and I couldn’t let that happen.”

Orbit rubbed his face blearily, letting out a sigh. “I’ll send a patrol to Runhiemr to fetch Blazeheart and the others. He needs to know you’re safe and back in camp.”

“No, Orbit,” Moonbeam said, padding over to stand beside him. “We cant risk drawing any attention to ourselves. If the Terror birds suspect anything… the whole camp could be put in more danger than ever. They cannot find out that the Five are here.” She brushed her tail against Orbit’s. “We’ve lost one home already.”

Orbit glanced back at her tail on his, then to her. He nodded slowly in understanding.

“Blazeheart will find out they have escaped soon enough,” Moonbeam continued. “and with that, they’ll be coming back before you know it.”

Orbit pulled himself to his feet before shaking himself from head to tail. “I’m glad your back,” he said to Nyx.

She smiled. “Me too.”

Forest noticed that Moonbeam had turned to him and his friends. “Must say, you lot have caught the attention of the whole camp, now, haven’t you?” she said with a small smile. “Guess they’re gonna need some explanations.”

Orbit trotted over to the opening of the cave. “Let’s go tell em’, then.”

Me playing on the island

“If wish there was a flyer that was fast versatile and has good weight”

Adds maewings,

Perfect

I DONT GET WHY THIS THING POOPS EVERY 2 SECONDS?!?