I think you should be able to out them on your back and use them as a glider

This is not really about the onyc but don’t you think you Should be able to throw axes?

Under Nirvana - An ARK

Chapter 15: Voided

Story by Bria!

Find the last chapter in PELAGORNIS and the next chapter in MEGANEURA.

Bob remained stationed at his desk, his hands neatly folded in the middle in between stacks and stacks of marked up paperwork. The office was a mess, to say the least. There were office supplies scattered everywhere, and a massive hole in the wall.

Recently, Bob had been having moments of unadulterated rage, to put it lightly. He couldn’t control himself. Every once in a while, throughout the day, he’d think about the good old days, when he was less burdened by the guilt he carried. He’d think about the good old days, when everyone was just a bit happier. He’d let out a howl of rage, and, unable to control himself, the office would be a victim of his outbursts.

Bob took a deep breath in, and then a deep breath out.

“Calm yourself,” he reminded himself. He almost reached out to touch the medallion around his neck again. The President had given it to him before the ARKs began. It was supposed to act the same as any of the medallions the scholars were to carry on their wrists, except less bound, less imposing. Bob could take it off any time he wanted.

But he didn’t want to. Not anymore. Not with the key he had been given. The key that would, eventually, bring him to the time he desired. The key that would unleash Nirvana.

“I will reach it,” Bob thought, spinning his chair around and staring at a letter posted to the wall. It was the one that had mysteriously been delivered to him that ill-fated day.

BANG! Bob’s daydreams were interrupted by the door to his office bursting open. A heavy huff came from the person who barged in. Footsteps approached the desk, before two sleek hands slammed the desk.

BAM!

Bob squinted his eyes, his blood boiling.

“What do you want, Dan?” he hissed.

The President looked him up and down, his own fury crossing his heart. He donned a white suit, black dress shirt, and red tie. His brown hair was tucked away in the blue baseball cap he wore. The President had always looked juvenile, but the baseball cap made him even more unprofessional than he should have looked. Bob was always the one running affairs with other foreign nations, despite his own role as Vice President. Nobody outside their country could ever take Dan Walker seriously.

“Watch your tone,” Dan Walker snarled. “You’ve been awfully quiet these past few days. I send you email after email, message after message, and not a single one has been answered. Explain yourself, buddy.”

He nearly spat the last word. Bob didn’t turn his chair at all. He simply shifted his weight to one side, leaning on the armrest defiantly, a frown crossing his lips.

“HEY! Look at me when I’m talking to you!” Dan Walker cried. “What’s with the attitude? Have you forgotten your place?”

“Oh I haven’t forgotten, alright,” Bob said bitterly. “I haven’t forgotten how little you care about our childhood anymore. I haven’t forgotten the years where you started viewing me as a pawn for your book rather than a true friend. I haven’t forgotten how you forgot all I did for you.”

His rage came crashing down all at once. Bob couldn’t handle it anymore. He couldn’t handle the pain of losing his former best friend to the shackles of tyranny and power-lust. He just wanted the old days back. Now.

But Dan Walker did not want to accept that.

He let out a heavy sigh.

“Come on. Bob. I would never see you as anything less than a friend,” Dan Walker cooed, his voice raising an octave. “I miss the old times too, when we used to write all those silly stories on that Dodo. I miss playing ARK. I miss all of that. But, you gotta understand… none of that is real–”

Bob didn’t respond. He already seemed to be staring at the wall, spacing off, fantasizing about the past.

Dan Walker clenched his fist.

“Oh Bob. I guess this is to be expected… I dreaded doing this. But oh well. So be it.” Dan Walker reached for his own medallion wrapped around his neck. It glowed a dim purple. “Farewell, old friend.”

Dan Walker lifted his right hand. Reality around it began to bend, until a gun formed in his hand. He moved his finger to the trigger, but right as he was about to press down on it…

He felt something chill run down his bones.

And then he froze.

“W–what–” Dan Walker paused. “What did you– how did you– your medallion shouldn’t do that! Your medallion… should just be basic nanotech! Not…”

Bob let out a deep chuckle.

“You shouldn’t be surprised. This world doesn’t revolve around you, nor is it yours to toy with, pitiful author.”

When he spoke, his voice almost sounded more clear. More concise. It didn’t even sound like Bob anymore. Dan Walker would recognize his friend– no, his best friend’s dialect anywhere. And this definitely wasn’t him.

“You might sound like Bob, you might look like Bob… whoever you are, WHAT DID YOU DO TO HIM?!” Dan Walker howled, his hands trembling, still unable to pull the trigger.

Bob’s head slowly turned. Dan Walker’s eyes widened. Instead of two stern eyes looking back at him, instead…

It was two swirling, circular infinite voids. Neverending, as deep as the night skies.

“Tsk tsk, Dan,” ‘Bob’ teased. “The future is great and all, but don’t you want a blast of the past sometimes? Maybe… a little reminder will be fine.”

Two white pupils flickered into view. Bob snapped his fingers. The floor opened up beneath Dan Walker, revealing a blue portal that crackled with reverberating noises and bellows. Looking down at it, Dan Walker could almost see the image of the ARK, the Island that the scholars were forcibly sent to, within the waves of distorted reality.

“Perhaps you will learn,” Bob declared. Dan Walker clenched his fists.

“Bob, don’t you even–”

Dan Walker was unfrozen,

And then he went falling into the void. He let out a scream, letting go of his gun. It flickered out of existence. He grasped for his medallion, trying to hold onto it to protect it, but when his thin fingers brushed against his neck, he realized the entire artifact was gone.

“BOBBBBB!” Dan Walker roared as he crashed into the black sands near the redwood forest.

~

Bob smiled, deeply amused as he watched Dan Walker kick and stomp at the sand angrily. He leaned forward. Now only one of his eyes was covered with that swirling void.

“If you care so little about me, then perhaps I should care so little about you,” Bob decided with a grin. “After all… we aren’t real, right?”

“Nirvana…”

Bob looked at his hands, and then back up at the skies.

“I’m coming.”

The Obelisk

-Chapter 86-

Laughs echoed acrossed the oceans’ shore, small Shadowmane kits wrestling and chasing after each other, water splashing everywhere.

The golden forest of the Shadowmane camp met its end at this small rocky beach, leading out to miles and miles of dark blue water as far as the eye could see. It was morning, and according to Orbit, they had no training today. Forest had himself sitting on a giant fallen tree, scraping his dangling claws acrossed the pebbles littering the ground. He could hear Rust nearby, and when he looked up he spotted the fluffy Deinonychus playing around with some small Shadowmanes about his size. He couldn’t see Spark anywhere, and he didn’t see Crimson either, until he turned his head and noticed her sitting alone, a bit farther away, where the forest met the beach.

“How you doing?” Spark asked from his other side. Forest screeched and topped right off the log, landing painfully on the rocks. Spark stretched her head over the log to look down at him.

“Oops, sorry, didn’t mean to startle you,” She said.

“I’m fine,” He said, popping up from the ground. “What about you?”

“Mostly stressed,” Spark sighed.

“About Nyx?”

“Yes,” Spark said, quicker than she needed to. “I mean, it has been two days. But I’m really just wondering what all this… Shadowmane stuff is leading to. Like, what are we gonna do, just stay here?”

Forest paused to think about that. It’d never really occurred to him whether or not they should do something about being kept in the camp. It was safe here, wasn’t it? A picture of home flashed through his head, and he looked up at Spark. “I don’t know,” he said. “I hadn’t thought of that.”

“But yes, I am also worried about Nyx.” She said.

“Me too.” Forest said.

Spark met his eyes. “You like her a lot?”

Forest tried to interpret the strange tone in her voice. “She’s a really good carnivore,” He said, slowly. “I do like her. I want to be friends with her… Rust doesn’t really talk to her, Crimson hates her, as far as I know, and I’ve just been trying to— give her some comfort.”

“She must have been so overwhelmed,” Spark pondered. “So excited and lively when we first met her, but secretive. Hey, don’t look at me like that, she did hide the whole truth about the rune from us when she could have said something. That kind of tipped her vibe though, I think, judging by how quiet and tense she was after that. And then… what. She just— poof. Runs away from the problem.”

“I hope she comes back.” Forest said.

They went silent for a bit, and Spark quietly jumped up on the log to settle herself down in a scrunchy sitting position that looked a lot like a funny little dove. Forest took a moment to look around again, at all of the talking and sitting and playing Shadowmanes around him. Adults were teaching their kits to swim in the small pools, diving in and tossing their muzzles to flick the water off their faces. He looked up and saw Moonbeam coming down from the camp, where she padded right up to Crimson and asked her something. Crimson said something back, and Moonbeam sat down next to her.

He turned around to see that Rust was now laughing as a dull blue and green Shadowmane fumbled to get their claws on a grey fish, flapping wildly acrossed the rocks. Rust jumped forward to help her and nearly stumbled acrossed another Shadowmane as he grabbed it.

But then a terrified scream split acrossed the rocks, and Forest jumped and whirled around to the noise.

“Riverbed?” A female Shadowmane called. “RIVERBED?”

“He was just here,” someone yelled.

There was another panicked cry, and the Shadowmanes pivoted their heads to the shore.

“He’s in the water!” Another snarled.

Everyone was up now, alert and scanning the waves. Forest saw the tiny kit almost instantly. He was rather far out, being sucked farther and farther away no matter how much he scrambled to swim back. Forest stepped forward and hesitated, unsure of what to do.

And then there was a flash of red to Forests’ right, and in an instant, before the Shadowmanes could do anything, Crimson leapt into the waves.

Riddles of the Phoenixes series

The War of the Phoenixes.

Chapter five: Goodbye for now

The next morning, as the sun rose high, casting its bright orange glow on the dark Phoenix castle, Andrew and his small army were saying their farewells. “Do you have to go. I have seen the futures. If something goes wrong…” Emma asked her husband. Andrew caressed her face gently. “It’s okay Em. I’ll come back. I promise.” Andrew said. Emma’s lips trembled and a lone tear slipped from her eye. Andrew lowered his face to meet Emma’s. Their foreheads pressed together, Emma wrapped her arms around the back of Andrew’s head.

Their lips were touching as they kissed, they kissed only as true lovers could. A kiss full of love and bravery. Finally they broke apart. Andrew kissed her hand gently, released it, and then went and mounted his equus. “You can do this Andrew!” Jay called. Andrew nodded grimly and turned back to Emma. “I’ll be back Em. I love you.” Andrew said. Emma smiled bravely, blinking her tears away. “I believe in you Andrew. Goodbye love.” Emma said.

And so Andrew and his troops rode away on their equus’, heading toward the Lightning phoenix kingdom to take down Marvelo.

Cole watched them leave, stroking the top of his dog’s head. “A war must be won Ralph, and you know what side we’re on.” Cole told his dog Ralph. Ralph whined and nosed Cole’s hand.

Next chapter coming soon!

-SunnyFox57

The Final Feast

Chapter 27 [The End]

Sandman looked around the swamp. It had become strangley calm lately, not nearly as vicious. A figure flittered across the moon, its shadow swimming through the shallow water below. Sandman grinned, "Ssso," it said as it looked down from its tree, "It'sss done then?" Corvi stepped out from under the shade of the trees nearby. "They're gone," she said without inflection. The titanoboa laughed and lowered itself from the tree to the ground, leering over Corvi. "Now you underssstand? I did what I did all those yearsss ago for a reason. Silvermane was fast enough, but he would never believe me." Sandman turned its head and peered at Corvi with its last eye. "So I killed him... to get to you."

"Your brothers were weak, but you were a fire, the fire to purge the Island of the weeds the blind ones were. And now look, I was right wasssn't I?" Corvi glared silently. Sandman laughed, "I wasss. Well then, go on. You didn't just come here to tell me we won. You still want revenge. I had hoped that seeing the true purpose behind my actions would kill your little grudge, but obviousssly I was wrong." Sandman lowered its body to the ground, resting its head in Corvi's feet. "I won't fight," it sighed and grinned. "I've done my job. In the end I still won." Tired of listening to the boa's endless chatter, Corvi snapped a sharp branch from a tree. As she walked back towards the boa, it hissed mockingly, "Congratulationsss. You're a hero." Its laughter was cut off as Corvi stabbed the branch into its head.

The Final Feast

Chapter 2

Corvi jumped back as the boa gobbled up one of her brothers. The remaining hatchlings shrieked for help. Corvi looked up to the sky. Her father had left a while ago to find food. He had to be returning soon. As if on que, a screech filled the air, and in the blink of an eye, a large silver figure dropped down on the serpent. Corvi and her siblings hopped to the edge of the nest and watched their father and the boa struggle on the ground.

The Final Feast

Chapter 22

One stood outside the cave. Inside there was a swell of squeaking. The Máng Nù were hungry; they had to be for this to work. She looked behind her. Her strongest tames were all here. The rexes, Mars and Mercury, and Jet the allo, all eager to avenge Venus. The wolves, all ten of them this time, Goon the yutyrannus, and even Makunga the thyla. They were all positioned there as a clean up crew. None of the onycs would be allowed to escape, all of them had to be killed to ensure the island's safety. Red shivered on her shoulders, the bat skin covering all but her face. One looked at Corvi who was ready for her cue. This was it. She stepped into the cave, stopping for a moment to let her eyes adjust to the dark.

As she walked further, the squeaking got louder. It wasn't long before she could see movement on the roof. Glowing rocks and mushrooms lit up the ceiling, revealing their squirming, restless bodies. She stepped closer and immediatly they dropped onto her. She held in a scream as they crawled on the skin draped over her head. Red froze as they sniffed and crawled over her. If they suspected for a moment that they weren't Máng Nù, they would be eaten before they got the chance to run. They were desperate for food. After what seemed like hours, the onycs were satisfied with her disguise. and flew back up to the ceiling. There were a lot here, but the heart of the colony was further back. She took a second to let her heartrate slow a little and walked further back towards the middle of the huddle.

For some reason I couldn't tame mine on the Center ascended map until I got diseased, then I was able to feed her.

I really wanted a bat- then I realized I had to go in a cave (something I’m not prepared for at all) so every time I soar by a cave I start debating if I should risk it for a bat- bu5 in the end - I’m to lazy.

The Final Feast

Chapter 3

The titanoboa curled around the argent and tried to squeeze him to death. "Sssilvermane the sssky killer... we meet at lassst." Struggling free of the serpent's grasp, the argent sliced at the boa, cutting into its left eye. The snake curled up and took one last strike at Silvermane before slithering away. It turned and look back at the nest, squinting its one remaining eye in furious anger. Silvermane screeched and hopped towards the snake, causing it to back off.

The Final Feast

Chapter 1

Corvi's eyes jolted open as a high shriek peirced the silent night. She turned her head to find the source of the disturbance. Her brothers screeched and she looked to see what had panicked them. She shivered as a large scaly face rose, its eyes peeking over the edge nest. It was a gigantic, purlpe titanoboa. It leaned closer to the nest and turned its head to look at the hatchlings. Corvi stared into the boa's large, hypnotizing eye. "My, my," it said with a hiss. "Don't you all look so... deliciousss." Without warning, it snapped up one of the hatchlings.

They don’t give mega rabies on mobile

The Final Feast

Chapter 8

As they flapped over the sleeping allos, Corvi turned to the direction of the beach, entering the skies over the swamp. Something dashed from the trees under her and Corvi dove after it. The human on her back yelped as she tried to keep from flying off of the saddle. The figure darted between the trees. Its dark purple body stood out like a shadow in the sunlit swamp. Corvi dived to pick up more momentum and landed on the shadow causing it to writhe under her grasp. It was a titanoboa, just as she expected.

"I found you," Corvi muttered. She dug her talons into the boa's face. It hissed in pain. "Let me go!" it shreiked. It turned over to reveal an unscarred left eye. It looked shockingly close to the boa she was looking for, but regardless, this wasn't it. She stepped off of the boa's neck and watched as it slithered away frantically. She sighed and began to flap her wings, frustrated. "So clossse," said a raspy voice, echoing through the trees. Corvi twisted her head around to see a large tree. She looked up. There was a shadowy figure stretched between branches like a vine. A gleam came off of one of its eyes. "But it looksss like you got the wrong sssnake." The figure slid down the tree and curled in the sunlight. It lifted its body up, its head towering high, as tall as the tree behind it. It was another boa, dark purple and missing its left eye.

The Final Feast

Chapter 25

Dead onycs littered the ground. Mars and Mercury lay bloody and half-eaten. Goon was injured, but alive along with what remained of the wolves. One of Kepoi's legs was broken as a result of being dropped. Loki was missing a large part of his side. The twins were both dead. Naxos' belly had been ripped open, and Sicyon 's back and neck had been broken from a high drop. Leece and Lucca had been eaten, and One could only find half of White Fang. She stood up and looked around. Knidos was unaccounted for. Kepoi whined and walked up to her son. He had been dropped and his legs and back were broken. One left Kepoi to mourn her son as he took his last breath. Jet was still out there somewhere. She jumped on Corvi's back and flew in the direction the allo had run.

They exited the thick forest and came to a large beach. There on the sand lay Jet, surrounded by dead onycs. He refused to die without killing them all. One stepped on to the beach and sat down next to his head. They had won, but it wasn't supposed to be this way. She expected injuries yes, but she never could have imagined it going this badly. After sitting in silence for a little while she stood up and started gathering resources. Corvi watched as she made a plaque. One took her knife and engraved into it: "Jet the Allosaurus - Máng Nù Slayer." She put his saddle on top of it, looked at it for a while and then climbed back on Corvi's back.

The Final Feast

Chapter 24

They landed and One turned around to see if the net of jaws had worked. The wolves and reptiles tore through the swarm, but more were coming out, more than One had anticipated. The plan depended on the majority of onycs staying in the cave and killing each other, but it looked like most of them had followed Corvi out of the cave and right into a King-sized feast. One watched in horror as a group of Máng Nù snatched wolves and her thyla from the ground, either tearing into them in midair or dropping them on the ground, breaking their legs. Goon quickly came to their aid, leaving the other reptiles to fight for themselves. The yuty roared and a few of the onycs backed off a little. Corvi dashed into the fray to help them, pulling injured wolves away from danger.

The rexes and Jet were faring much better than the smaller mammals, but as more of the bats left the cave they too were becoming outmatched. Mars fell, and then Mercury, both using the last of their energy to snatch down as many bats as they could. Jet, however, was still standing, dashing from side to side. The confused bats rammed and bit into each other while trying to catch him. The allo disappeared into the forest, leading the majority of the bats away. One turned around to check on the wolves, but instead found a Máng Nù bulleting towards her face. In a flash of black, it was pinned to the ground, screeching and hissing. Corvi stood over it, her talons crushing its head until it stopped squawking. One looked up. The forest had grown strangely quiet.

The Final Feast

Chapter 21

One sat on the beach, facing the ocean and an island in the distance. She held a small knife in her hands, cutting through the skin of the Máng Nù. She cut carefully, making sure to keep the skin intact. As she skinned the onyc, Corvi was above, swooping back and forth, flying from the beach to the island behind it and back again as quickly as possible. She had been doing this for weeks, working on her speed. Corvi had already proven she could outrun the Máng Nù, but while she wouldn't be eaten, she was always injured afterwards. One determined it was critical that Corvi's speed be increased if this plan was going to work.

By night, the skin was finished and Corvi was collapsed on the beach, asleep. One looked at the skin. The onyc had been large enough that she could easily cover herself with it and still have some left over. She cut a peice of it and wrapped it around Red. The otter squeaked in protest, but let One fit the skin on her. One stepped back and looked around. This could actually work, she thought to herself. The sun peaked up over the sea and light began to claw into black night. They would rest for a while, and then it would be time to move.

The Final Feast

Chapter 16

One pull out her rifle and fired a shocking tranq dart at the allo's face. It fell to the ground immediatly, already worn down by the bats. She put a peice of meat in its mouth and looked at the damage while it ate. It was a miracle he was still alive. He stood up a few minutes later and looked at One, slightly calmer than he had been. He was a shadow under the trees. "You're nothing but trouble, I can already tell," she muttered as she marked the name: "Jet" into his implant. "Let's go," she said, whistling for allo to follow her. She stepped out from under the cover the trees. Jet froze and looked up at the sky fearfully. He was afraid the bats would come back, and if One was honest, so was she. She whistled again and he stepped out reluctantly. Their return to the beach was uninterrupted. The bats didn't return, most likely well fed by the bronto carcass. She put Jet in the Rex pen. Mars and Mercury looked at him confused. Their daughter Venus however was happy to have a new friend. One walked back to her hut and pulled out her explorer notes. During the attack, something had occured to her.

Máng Nù

The cave was silent. Aside from the squeaky snores of the colony, there was nothing left to make noise. They had cleaned it out all the way to the heart of the cave. With their steady supply of food exterminated, they would have to travel back outside the cave to find more prey, but they had already gotten used to the openess of the outside world. Soon enough, they would find somewhere else outside the cave for the colony to reside, making hunting much faster and easier. Food would be scarce no longer, and larger prey would make every feeding a fulfilling meal. They burned the scent of the brontosaurus into their memory. They had found a new favorite meal.

The Final Feast

Chapter 20

The next few weeks for One meant raiding beaver dams. She ignored the wood; it was too heavy and not her main concern. She grabbed cementing paste if she could afford it, but her main goal was much scarcer to come by. She dug through the piles of wood to uncover a pile of rare flowers. Snatching them quickly, she ran past the angry residents of the dam and jumped on Corvi's back. She repeated this process every time she found a dam. When she wasn't raiding, she was researching. She watched the Máng Nù very carefully. When they were hunting, she watched their patterns and how they reacted to certain things.

When they were full, she followed them back to the cave and kept her distance, watching and listening from afar. They had two calls: Danger and Food. Apart from that, they were serene as long as they had food in their stomachs. When she ventured into the cave, she took Red the otter with her. They would sit in silence, the little otter squirming with nervous energy. They would listen to the calls and then when they were outside the cave, One would make Red imitate the calls. After a week or so of practice, Red could mimic them perfectly. With the raids and research complete, there was just one thing left to do.

The Final Feast

Chapter 19

The cloud swooped down into a thick forest that One didn't remember ever seeing before. It was difficult to navigate through the thick stems and vines. The enire forest was alive with hungry plants, snapping at them as they passed, hoping to snag a quick meal. Deeper in the forest, the trees and carnivorous plants cleared out, making way for the entrance of a cave. The bats disappeared into the cave's yawning mouth. One landed Corvi outside the entrance and peered inside. The onycs were heading deeper down and One didn't want to go into a dark cavern full of bloodthirsty creatures. A few of the onycs banged into the walls as they tried to follow the rest. One of the onycs hit a stalacite and crashed to the ground. The rest of the bats had gone, and the stunned onyc staggered back into an upright position. Without hesitation, One took the opportunity and skewered the onyc with her pike.

It shrieked and scrambled, and for a second, One feared its colony would come to its aid, but the cave remained silent but for the cries of the impaled onyc. It struggled for a second longer, but then fell still. One held the pike up, lifting its limp body off the ground. An idea crossed her mind and she began to formulate a plan. She carried the dead Máng Nù back to Corvi, who froze at the sight of it. "Let's go," One said, climbing onto the argent's back and strapping the bat corpse to the saddle. "We've got work to do."