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?
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.
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.”
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 just tamed my first otter after first seeing one three years ago. It took me THREE YEARS to find one again. I found it in the same spot I found that one three years ago. I fed it some fish and after what seemed like ages of anxiety attacks of it dieing I finally tamed it. I named him Oswald. After miles of more anxiety and dinos that wanted to kill me and Oswald I finally made it back to my island where my base is. I made my base like a farm and now me and Oswald do farm chores together and small adventures. He has made me feel better and happier after the loss of my pet cat. I will do updates on his adventures in life with me if anything happens that I find worth writing about.
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!
So once me and my sister were playing and we decided to tame an otter so I went on my sarco and she went on our parasaur so we where near a swamp and we saw a frog and we decided to tame it and named it hops then we find one but hops died to like fifty titanaboas and we did it for my new favourite
I got down voted by vegans for naming otter "Stole". This game is literally about killing and subjecting wild dinos, why would you not get the irony? If this offends you, why would you even be here to see this?
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..
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.
I had an otter named Bean, after my real life ferret (she’s still alive and very healthy, I just was excited to have a virtual version of her).
She survived me getting eaten by terror birds, sabertooths, and hyenas. I died over and over again and she was always there when I came back.
Then I tried to tame a Dire Bear.
He killed Bean. I sat there looking at her tiny body for a long time, wondering how to revive her. She was just so cute, and she looked like she was sleeping there, I wanted to believe it hadn’t killed her.
I wanted to believe. But it was wrong. She was gone.
RIP virtual Bean. Real life Bean is well-off, though.
I once saw a cute little weasel-thing at the redwoods River. I wax exploring that day, but I knew I HAD to tame it. We became best friends, and I had her for months, she was a very op otter for level 4 for some reason. I had her for months, but when I returned to my base one day, a theri got in, and I see your otter (level 52) (coffee bean) was killed by a therizino. I cried and cried. I walked up to the theri, set my dinos to passive, and killed it with my own fists. I hate theris. We will remember coffee bean, and how she defended me against many, many threats. 1 up= I00 theris killed.
So…um…i was on valguero and we saw a otter. So I killed a fish with my ice wyvern and my freind tamed it. It was a male lvl 45 and a raptor came up and killed my friend and the otter but I saved her wyvern and mine. One up = 1 plus love for the otter
Just the other day, I was in a cave with my trusty Megatherium and Pax, my otter who was keeping me warm. I made it to almost the end of the cave, the part where you have to grapple to the wall. It was too tight for my Megatherium, so I left him at the shoreline of the lake. I grappled your and heard snakes hissing and that disgusting Arthropleura noise. I loaded my shotgun and jumped off of the cliff face. I jumped a little to far because I had two snakes and a centipede hot on my trail. I rapidly fired bullets from the shotty but my armor was broken and my torpor was rising. I eventually fell unconscious. I’d only managed to kill one of the snakes, meaning Pax and I were in danger. I was 99% sure I would die, especially when I head Pax fighting the remaining snake. Then the notification appeared on my screen; Pax had killed the snake! I stil heard the clicking noice of the arthro, but I had enough time to wake up before it scrambled off of the edge of the cliff that Pax almost pushed it off. A couple bullets to the head and it was finished. I got Pax and carried down the trail, watching for any threats, but we were all alone in the chamber. I ended up getting the artifact and carrying home a little bit of knowledge with it; NEVER underestimate an otter!