One time I bred two abberant otters and left them to have…
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ARK: Survival Evolved & Ascended Companion
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I once let my otter Nutmeg on roam so she could harvest some pearls for me. I followed her in the water so I could target coelacanths and fight off any incoming threats. I ended up being savagely attacked by piranhas and saber tooth salmon. I was screaming and fighting them off with a sword while Nutmeg calmly swam around looking for pearls. Crazy day in the Redwoods river.
I once had an otter that I named harry otter , he was a great otter he got me all the silica and black pearls I needed, he once saved me from a megalodon , he kept me warm to, he was a great companion I took him almost everywhere,but one day I was farming pearls with him I threw him at a fish to get pearls from it but instead he disappeared I looked and looked for him only to not find him but uneven got a message that he was dead, he's still out there somewhere, I still look for him to this day. #prayforharryotter
Once upon a time there was a otter named Otty, he kept me warm the first day we met. I gifted him a helmet as I put him around my shoulder. From going cave hunting to farming oil rocks in the snow. It was a dark and stormy night while we were on the way home from an oil run, suddenly a bright golden light shined upon the red forest and Otty, Argy and I decided to grab it. Alas, we didn't know it was in a pool of water as I was dismounted into a rex by the pond. I ran with argy, expecting to throw otty of my shoulder when we got home. That's when I realized he wasn't on me and found out otters dismount when you enter water. The worst part is we never got a notification that he died. MARK MY WORDS OTTY, I WILL FIND YOU ONE DAY! May we meet again. ~
I had an otter once, her name was bubbles and she was amazing! But she couldn’t play with the Rex or spoon becuase they were too big for her so I got her a mate. His name was oyster. One day as they played in the hidden lake I noticed bubbles had a baby! I gave the baby food and named it Shelly. They were a happy family of otters, all 85 level or more. Then I moved the otters to another small pool of water on stake island. I fenced it off so the otters couldn’t escape and supplied them with feeding trays filled with fish. I checked on them 1-2 times every ark day. One day as I took my Unicorn to check on them they were GONE, I checked tames and they weren’t on the list. Every arrow means one fish for Bubbles, Oyster, and Shelly. Have a nice day!
I had the same thing happen to me but with my baby Tapejara I was exploring the redwoods with my tapejara Luna and I saw this adorable otter so I told my tape to stop so it wouldn't attack it and when I tamed it I heard the cries of pain coming from Luna and around here were 20 compies!!! I ran over to her to save her but it was too late and she died. And from then on I have a deep deep hatred for Compies. Btw I named the otter Pebbles.
One day I was playing Ark, I shot a bronto. When it came after me, my otter came out to save me! But.. He died and fell of the high cliff. I found his body. Never hit brontos when you have an otter in the house.. R.I.P Mr.O... crys..
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The Obelisk
-Chapter 87-
Crimson stared out at the hissing waves, sprays of white water leaping out at the rocks and crawling away. She liked looking at water, no matter how angry it made her feel sometimes. The scent of both lingering rain and ocean spray amalgamated, a strange but comforting mix of scents.
“Mind if join you?”
Crimson turned her head to see the sleek Shadowmane, Moonbeam, coming to stand next to her.
“Uh—” Crimson said as Moonbeam sat down with a pleased sigh. She glanced at Crimson, then at the rocky beach beyond. “Such a nice view, isn’t it?”
“I guess so,” Crimson said, staring at her. The Shadowmane shuffled around to get herself comfortable, batted a small stick out of her way, and twined her tail over her front talons.
Moonbeam didn’t say anything for a long minute as she gazed at the happy camp of Shadowmanes scattered acrossed the shore.
“Its strange,” Crimson decided to say, catching Moonbeams attention. “All these smiling faces, laughing and playing as if there’s nothing wrong going on outside of this forest.”
“We came here to escape to escape the chaos, not confront it,” Moonbeam said. “The Shadowmanes made that mistake in Asgard.”
“You won’t succeed.” Crimson said. “It will find you all eventually. It always does.”
Moonbeam was quiet for a moment, watching Crimsons expression. “I understand.”
“No, you don’t,” Crimson interrupted her. “Everyone says that. Like they’ve felt what I’ve felt. Like they’ve experienced it when they haven’t. Like they know what I feel, when they d o n’ t.”
“But I do,” Moonbeam hissed sternly.
Crimson stopped, risking to look up at her.
“I really, really do.” She said. “I’ve lost more than you know. I’ve made mistakes that led to things I wish I could change, but I can’t. I’ve been so, so stupid, and that stupidity killed my only brother.”
Crimson could see the guilt and sadness in Moonbeams dark blue eyes. “I—” she stammered, at a loss for words. “I’m sorry.” She whispered.
“Do me a favor, Crimson,” Moonbeam said, “if I may call you that. Stop trying to hide the grief. It won’t fix anything; It’ll only make it harder. Believe me. I know.”
Crimson stared into the glistening Shadowmanes deep blue eyes. For the first time, she found comfort there.
“Moonbeam, I—”
There was suddenly a cry of fear, and Crimson, Moonbeam, and everyone on the beach froze, whipping their heads around to the shore.
A Shadowmane was crying her kits name. Eyes were looking all around, but Crimson was sweeping her gaze over the waves where the sound had come from. She spotted the glimmer of the kit struggling in the strong tow of water.
“He’s in the water!” One of the Shadowmanes yelled.
Crimson was already jumping passed Moonbeam, who had stood up in sharp-eyed panic. She pelted acrossed the rocks, feeling the salty air whip passed her, and dove straight into the ocean.
Water surrounded her. She lashed her powerful tail, which sent her gliding through the water. Quick to spot the kit, she thrust her head to the surface, the churning blue water all around.
The kit saw her, too, and called out for help. She swam quickly towards him and reached, but a sudden, thundering wave crashed down and slammed into them. The force pulled her under like thousands of grasping talons. She was shoved to the bottom, several tail-lengths under the water. Her head crashed into the bone-hard rocks, knocking out her breath in a flurry of bubbles. She felt her eyes close for a moment, but quickly regained herself. The kit was sinking down, too, his eyes wide and his mouth closed tightly, an attempt to hold his breath. Crimson propelled herself forwards and grabbed onto him with her talons. The water flew passed as she pumped her tail hard and broke to the surface. The shore was close, and the two struggled in the water down to the beach, finally reaching it as a concluding wave shoved them out.
Crimson collapsed onto the rocks, the little Shadowmane panting in her arms. She felt his heart beating by her chest, just as fast as hers.
“Shhh, you’re alright. It’s Ok,” she whispered to him, over the sound of the crashing waves and the Shadowmanes running towards them. She pulled her head in close and placed it onto the smooth pebbles, holding the Shadowmane tight. “Everything’s going to be Ok.”
Ok, so once, when I tamed a lv 31 otter when I was lv 4 and I still have him now. I went everywhere with him, and by the time I set up a wooden base he was lv 40 and took down a dilo on his own. But the best bit is when I was doing a quest ( I ply on mobile) when I was lv 37, and I didn’t bring any of my raptors. Just my little otter, which I finally named nibbles. I was done with the quest, an allo pack came along. 4 of them. My now lv 67 nibbles jumped of my arm for some reason and started to attack. I thought he was dead, but he was putting up a fight. I swiftly made some spears but when I looked up he had slaughtered 3 of the allos and the 3rd was stuck behind a rock. My nibbles only had 172 HP left out of somewhere near 700-1000. This guy is still alive and has many more stories to tell. If this gets some ups, I’ll tell u another one.