Si i tamed one on my single player server and I never knew you couldn’t take it on a raft so I rode it to my base. Here’s the thing my base is at the front of the island so it took me a long time killed some raptors almost died by two of them and I made it to my base. THE END
Open the Dododex app on iOS or Android, select a creature, and go to Tips > Submit Tip.
(The first book starts in achatina and continues in abc order and then the second and third follow it)
Riddles of the Phoenixes series
Through the eyes of the Dark phoenixes.
Chapter eleven: Don’t leave me
Cyra walked back into the room a few minutes later with some daedon broth and a jug of water. Jack was still sitting upright on the edge of the bed. She locked the door behind her and set the food on a table near the bed. “I made you some food and water.” Cyra said. Jack stared at her. “Th-th-thank y-y-y-you.” He sighed. She handed Jack the bowl of soup and a spoon. Jack took one sip of broth and wrinkled his nose in disgust. “No-no-no-no th-th-thanks-s. That-that-that-that does-n’t-doesn’t taste rig-right.”Jack said plainly. Cyra frowned. “Please Jack. You need strength. Eat.” Cyra said. Jack shook his head. “Well then have some water.” Cyra said. She handed him the jug. Jack took a slow gulp of water and then paused. There was a strange taste to it. It kind of had a berryish flavor to it. Jack pushed it away. “I’m-fine-fine-fine-f-fine.” Cyra sighed again and picked the brown and cup back up. “I’ll be right back. Stay here.” Cyra said. Jack sighed and resisted the urge to lie down. Pretending to be strong was hard. Especially with this dumb stutter of his. Jack scowled. Jay’s words to him echoed through his head. “This is all your fault! All of it! Their gone because of you! This is all your fault!” Jack bit his lip but it was to late. A tear dripped down his face. Then another. And another. And another. And another. Just then Cyra entered. She saw the tears and him trying to wipe them away, embarrassed. Cyra hurried over to him. He looked exhausted and his face was slightly green from sitting up. Jack looked embarrassed. “Don’t worry. I’ve seen grown men cry. You should have seen Cyrus whenever he accidentally got a tiny drop of mejoberry juice on his suit. He was practically bawling!” Cyra joked, trying to cheer him up. Jack gave a weak grin. Cyra helped him lay back on the pillows. “Wha-whath did-did-did ye-ye-yew put-put i-in dat dwink?” Jack stuttered. “I put narco berries in it. I figured you would need good sleep tonight.” Cyra replied honestly. Jack’s eyes flickered and his vision of Cyra grew blurry. “I’ll be back. I have to go check on Cyrus.” Cyra said. She began to leave but Jack grabbed her around the wrist. “Pl-pl-please don’t-dont le-ave m-me j-Jay.” Jack slurred. (Narcotic berries make the people who eat them more clingy and can hallucinate who their with.)Cyra walked back over to him. “I geuss I can stay for a while.” She replied. Jack’s head lolled to the side. “I-I didn’t m-mean to-to-to. It was-was-wasn’t my f-fault.” He stuttered. Cyra stroked his hand. “It’s okay. I know.” She comforted him. “D-don’t le-leave me-me-me-me. It wasn’t my-my-my f-fault Jay-Jay-Jay.” Jack whimpered. “I wanted-wanted to-to h-help.” Cyra squeezed his hand gently. “It’s okay. I’m right here. I won’t leave you.” She comforted him. Jack’s eyes closed then opened and then closed. “It wasn’t my fault.” Jack begged one last time. Then He was asleep. Cyra gently freed her hand from Jack’s. She studied him with pitying look. She tucked the blanket around Jack. “Poor guy.” She whispered and then walked quietly from the room.
Cyrus was waiting for her outside the door. Cyra ran over to him. “Are you okay?” She asked. Cyrus’ face was pale and haggard. Cyrus nodded. “Yeah I’m okay. “ Cyrus said. “William did his job?” Cyrus nodded. “He did….how’s… Jack?” Cyrus asked. “He’s sleeping. I gave him some narco berries.” Cyra said. Cyrus raised a eyebrow. “Good. Just…don’t get to attached. I know how sympathetic you are to people you pity.” Cyrus said. Then he walked off. Cyra rolled her eyes. “Oh brother.”
-SunnyFox57
So one time I attacked a diplo on my mammoth Manny and I accidentally hit a dimorph his entire family came and THEY ATTACK YOU NOT YOUR TAME so I tried to run away I dismounted my mammoth and ran for it I turned around to see that my mammoth won the fight and killed the dimorphs so I made it back home and renamed my mammoth, 'Manny the horde slayer' and I now would represent mammoths as gods of power 1 like =one prayer to Manny the horde slayer
The Obelisk
-Chapter 70-
Shadowmanes broke into snarls and hisses as he said it, but others silenced them quietly, and the camp went still.
“That is my final decision.” Orbit said. “This gathering is over.”
Gradually the crowd lessened as Shadowmanes returned to their burrows, several Shadowmanes cursing quietly before leaving. A few nodded to pay respects to Orbits decision, but Orbit still looked as anxious as ever.
“Train?” Moonbeam murmured to Orbit.
“Well, if these Five are really meant to stop this evil,” Orbit said, “we might as well help them out, right?”
“Thankyou, Orbit!” Nyx stood up and hugged him tightly, sucking the breath out of him. “You're welcome?” he coughed.
A moment later she let go, and Moonbeam stepped next to them. “Your training will start tomorrow morning,” Orbit told the Five. “we will teach you to fight and defend yourself, and the ways of the camp, so you may fit in.”
He twisted his head around to the setting sun, minutes away from falling behind the forests horizon. “but until then, you should all get some sleep. Moonbeam, if you could find them a spot to stay—”
“Of course.” Moonbeam said. “Follow me, you lot.”
They trailed after Moonbeam as she climbed down the rock and began padding towards the clearing.
“Training,” Crimson scoffed as they walked. “I don’t need training.”
“At least they’re letting us stay,” Spark said.
Eventually Moonbeam stopped at a large cave by the main cavern, gesturing for them to enter. “You can all stay here tonight. its usually my cave, but I’ll just find another.”
Forest stepped into the dry burrow, which had a small pile of bones in the corner. Rust came in shortly after, sniffing the space.
“Oh! Moonbeam!” Nyx exclaimed, her eyes wide with excitement. “how’s my mother? is she doing well? May I see her?”
“She’s doing great,” Moonbeam answered. “She’s back in the Central Hollow.” She lowered her voice into a whisper. “I wont spoil much, but you miiiiiiight have a little brother now.”
“WHAT?? While I was gone?! It wasn’t supposed to be for another week!”
“He’s out all right, and as cute as ever!” Moonbeam announced.
After doing a little dance, Nyx turned and bolted for the clearing. “I’ll be right back!!”
“Aww,” Spark settled herself into the corner of the cave. “Nyx is a big sister!”
“She’ll be a great one, too,” Moonbeam said.
Forest was about to agree, but instead let out a huge yawn. “oh, gosh, I didn’t realize how tired I was,” he said. he pulled off his sack and set it by a small niche in the corner. It toppled over a second later, allowing the scrolls and rune to tumble out.
Forest reached out to put them back in, but a loud hisssssss come from behind him.
He turned around to see Moonbeam crouched low to the ground, her eyes fixed on his sack. “A rune,” she hissed.
Mammoths are great for scorched earth as it can carry water and spray water above its head to hydrate you. And please tell me you want a spray attack with these guys like the Barry’s secondary attack that can stun creatures when in water. Press the button to the sky for players to see this.
This is my first fan fiction ever so I hope everybody likes it. I will try to release new episodes everyday.
The Arctic Elephants
Chapter One: A Hairy Situation
The cold wind whipped across Johnathans face. He clung deeper into Shelia (his mammoth’s) pelt. It was the only thing that was keeping him warm. As they slowly trudged across the rugged terrain of the arctic, Jonathan noticed a distant light approaching in the distance. He started to guide Shelia to the the light, but felt sleep overcoming him. “No, no not now!” He thought. He cursed his narcolepsy. Soon, he was overwhelmed by darkness.
