I got my first otter named Black Pearl, He was so cute and again the first one I ever had. 30 minutes he bit a triceratops and it decided his mistake couldnât go unpunished and my first otter died right there Put his grave where we first met and peacefully watched the sun set as the my 3 triceratops killed Black Pearls Murderer.
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How I met my liâl pearl. I was adventuring with my raptor like usual when I come across a beautiful pond with a singular otter in the pond and tons of pearls in the area. I thought â I must tame this adorable bundle of cutenessâ so next thing ya know. Iâm riding my raptor back to my base with a certain little creature perched on my shoulderđ.
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
Took a run though the swamp. I got bitten by a titanaboa. I died, respawned and saw, you otter (lvl 3) killed a titanaboa (lvl 30). Do not underestimate. Unfortunately, 2 seconds later I see, your otter (lvl 3) was killed by a titanaboa (lvl 10) one up for my harry otter?
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 couldnât 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 couldnât 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 werenât on the list. Every arrow means one fish for Bubbles, Oyster, and Shelly. Have a nice day!
>Have an Otter
>Name it Dotter
>Life is good
>Dotter killed by Alpha Megalodon
>Agony.exe
>Game crashes
>Game reloads to an earlier point before the Meg attack
>Dotter is alive
>Life is good
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..
Please... âđ
I need everyone to be warned
The Arks: Over Heaven (by Ben)
Chapter 57: Camouflage
Original Post Date: Apr 19, 2024
Note: Story starts in Wyvern, Aerial ABC backwards filter and has a Prologue. Last chapter in Mosasaurus, next chapter in Parakeet Fish School.
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âFind that âspyâ, he has to have landed around this area,â a deep voice boomed across the jungle. Chris reflectively backed up against a tree, gritting his teeth gripping the trunk as hard as he could.
âDang it, this isnât good!â Chris told himself, âThey know Iâm here⊠Even with my power will they be able to spot me?â
The bushes and leaves beyond the treeline began to rustle, and three scouts emerged from the shadows. Each one wore cloth clothes like Chris and wielded primitive spears and bows. Chris gulped as the scouts approached him.
âAre you sure? What if he died in the fall?â one of them asked.
âImpossible,â the other scout replied, âWe would have found his corpse along with that dead Pteranodon. He is still alive, somewhere in this jungle. He couldnât have made it far.â
One of the scouts, who had stayed quiet the whole time, glanced over at Chrisâ location. Chrisâ eyes widened as the quiet scout approached him. She had black hair that was tied up into two buns, and bags under her eyes.
âHmm,â she muttered under her breath, staring into Chrisâ eyes. Chris shut his eyes, holding his breath in. His heart began to beat, his lungs gasping and demanding relief. Even when he was invisible, he couldn't move a single muscle.
âPatricia? What da hell are ya doinâ starinâ at that tree?â the other scout sneered.
âNothing. I thought I spotted something, Jake,â Patricia the scout replied back quietly. The scout with the deep voice stomped his foot into the dirt.
âDamn it Patricia you arenât doing us any favors with your senseless staring!â he bellowed.
âS-Sorry, Nate,â Patricia said in a soft whisper. Nate sighed and brushed his long, black hair. He walked up to Patricia, held his hand back, and Patricia flinched.
âI canât hear you. You need to speak up,â Nate declared with rageful eyes.
âSORRY, Nate,â she responded back with sharpness. Jake slapped her in the face, and she fell on one knee.
âDonât give him that attitude, you hear me?â Jake replied. Patricia gritted her teeth and grasped her cheek. It began to turn a red, leaving a seering mark. Nate kicked at her with a boot, clenched fists and hateful eyes.
âThatâs damn right. Youâre lucky we didnât kill you when we found you washed up on that beach. You should be more grateful, brat,â Nate said, âNow I want you to apologize to us both. And donât even think about giving me that crass.â
Patricia grumbled, and Jake took offense, lifting his boot up and slamming it into her back, causing her to fall to the ground. She let out a grunt, and Chrisâ heart began to hammer. Seething, Chris couldnât help but feel conflicted. Should he help, or should he stay put and let them pass?
âI warned you, now, APOLOGIZE,â Jake growled. Patricia began to tremble, and slowly but surely, Chris inched his way around them, making his way behind Jake and Nate, before finally he shimmered back into vision.
WARP.
Jakeâs ears perked up.
âWhat was that noise-â
Chris wrapped his fingers around Jakeâs throat, putting him in a chokehold. Jake dropped his spear, gagging and gasping for air. He pounded his fists into Chrisâ arms, but he wouldnât budge. He felt bruises growing along his limbs but he didnât care. Nate quickly turned around.
âWhy you-â
Nate moved his spear back and tried stabbing at Chris, but Chris lifted Jake up, and it ended up piercing him in the face. Chris dropped Jake and he collapsed to the ground, blood pouring out onto the sullen grass. Nate glared and clenched his fists. He was furious.
âYOU THINK YOU CAN KILL HIM AND GET AWAY WITH IT?â Nate asked, âYouâre WRONG!â
Patricia tried getting up from the ground, but Nate slammed his foot into her again.
âStay down. Youâre just going to get yourself killed,â Nate ordered her. Nate looked back at Chris, but not before a blow was delivered to his jaw. Nate groaned and clutched his chin, and then he rushed in and delivered a knee to the weak spot. Nate let out another howl of pain, falling to both of his knees.
Chris looked at Patricia and nodded his head.
âRun!â
Chris quickly made a bolt out of the woods, not daring to look back in fear that the scout named Nate would be right behind him.
As the trees began to fade away, he was met with the everlasting Sun, a blinding light filled his eyes. He shielded his face with his right hand, but as he felt sand under his feet, he then felt the barrel of a gun to his temple.
Chrisâ eyes widened, and he quickly stopped in his tracks. The light began to leave his eyes, and he saw the same man with the grass armor he had spied before crash landing. He was carrying a pistol in his right hand, and a sword in his left. His eyes penetrated Chrisâ, and Chris raised his hands in the air.
âThatâs what I thought,â the man said with a raspy voice. Footsteps approached them, and the man looked past Chris. Two familiar voices rang throughout the air.
âG-General! We found this one, we found this one!â Nate said as he ran up to the man in grass armor. The man took a glance back and forth between Chris and Nate.
âWhatâs your name?â General calmly asked Chris. Chris gulped, glaring at the General.
âI wonât tell you!â
The General moved his finger to the trigger of his pistol, and Chris raised his arms even further into the air.
âOkay, Iâll tell you!â Chris replied, âItâs ChrisâŠâ
âChris,â the General smirked underneath his mask, âMy name is Arthur. But, if you were to address me, you should address me as General Wyvern. My true name.â
âGeneral Wyvern,â Chris said. He gulped again, sweat pouring down his face, âI know what I did was wrong, but I wasnât thinking straight. Please donât kill me.â
âI wonât. If you cooperate and answer my questions and comply, I will not kill you.â
General Wyvern began to slowly move around Chris, like a shark circling its prey. His pistol was still pointed at his head.
General Wyvern stared into Chrisâ soul for a few moments, before glancing at his two scouts again.
âTurn around for me, Chris.â
Chris turned around slowly, and he saw the two scouts staring at him dead to rights. Nateâs lip was bleeding, and he seemed very dizzy, while Patricia still had that mark on her face. Patricia couldnât look at Chris, but Nate could. He smiled at the sight of Chris.
âHeh, you got him, General! You got the punk! But, know that, know that I was the one who found him! He only ran away because Patricia felt too sorry to hurt him! It got Jake killed! She deserves to be punished for it!â
Patriciaâs eyes widened, and she began to back away.
âWhat? You- thatâs not true!â Patricia protested.
General Wyvern ignored the two, rolling his eyes.
âSo what? Jake is just a scout.â
General Wyvern pointed his gun at Noahâs leg and quickly pulled on the trigger. BAM! A bullet hit Noah right in the calf. He let out a scream of pain, collapsing to the ground and clutching it with all his might. He began to cry, and Patricia looked at General Wyvern in horror.
âGeneral Wyvern, please-â
General Wyvern ignored Patricia and moved his pistol back to Chris.
âYouâre a fool, I see that bloody spear. This boy fooled you into killing your ally. Lie to me again and I will shoot your arm off,â General Wyvern snarled, âI hate liars like you. I was not fond of you or your friend to begin with. Youâre lucky I did not aim for your head.â
Chris gulped, and General Wyvern put a hand on his shoulder.
âDo not mind them. Only answer my questions. They are not of your concern, they are my responsibility,â he ordered him, âNow. Tell me, who do you work for? Or do you come alone?â
Chris gulped, before answering,
âThe Book Club. Camp. Weâre stationed at the Green Obelisk. I was sent out to scout. For someone. But, I found you instead.â
âBook Club,â General Wyvern said. He dangled his pistol in his right index finger, âInteresting. Now, does this Book Club⊠have anyone named Ben? And is this man, if heâs around, still alive?â
Chris blinked his eyes, and nodded.
âYes. Ben is my friend. And he is still alive.â
General Wyvernâs eyes widened, and he smiled.
âWell, Chris, thank you for your cooperationâŠâ
Chris gulped again, as General Wyvern lowered his pistol. He reached for his belt and took out a pair of handcuffs, slapping them right on Chrisâ wrists. General Wyvern gently grabbed him by the arm.
âPatricia, you donât mind helping take Nate back to camp, do you?â
Patricia quickly shook her head.
âNo General, not at all.â
âGreat, now letâs go. The Crimson Crusader will be very very pleasedâŠâ
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 didnât 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, Iâll tell u another one.
My boi (Otterio) recently died somehow, I suspect it's from starvation. R.I.P Otterio, day 30-274. From saving me from the artic grasps of the cold to great company in the river base that is home.
You will be Missed.
