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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!
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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“Find that ‘spy’, he has to have landed around this area,” 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.
“Dang it, this isn’t good!” Chris told himself, “They know I’m here… Even with my power will they be able to spot me?”
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.
“Are you sure? What if he died in the fall?” one of them asked.
“Impossible,” the other scout replied, “We would have found his corpse along with that dead Pteranodon. He is still alive, somewhere in this jungle. He couldn’t have made it far.”
One of the scouts, who had stayed quiet the whole time, glanced over at Chris’ location. Chris’ eyes widened as the quiet scout approached him. She had black hair that was tied up into two buns, and bags under her eyes.
“Hmm,” she muttered under her breath, staring into Chris’ 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.
“Patricia? What da hell are ya doin’ starin’ at that tree?” the other scout sneered.
“Nothing. I thought I spotted something, Jake,” Patricia the scout replied back quietly. The scout with the deep voice stomped his foot into the dirt.
“Damn it Patricia you aren’t doing us any favors with your senseless staring!” he bellowed.
“S-Sorry, Nate,” 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.
“I can’t hear you. You need to speak up,” Nate declared with rageful eyes.
“SORRY, Nate,” she responded back with sharpness. Jake slapped her in the face, and she fell on one knee.
“Don’t give him that attitude, you hear me?” 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.
“That’s damn right. You’re lucky we didn’t kill you when we found you washed up on that beach. You should be more grateful, brat,” Nate said, “Now I want you to apologize to us both. And don’t even think about giving me that crass.”
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 Chris’ heart began to hammer. Seething, Chris couldn’t help but feel conflicted. Should he help, or should he stay put and let them pass?
“I warned you, now, APOLOGIZE,” 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.
Jake’s ears perked up.
“What was that noise-”
Chris wrapped his fingers around Jake’s throat, putting him in a chokehold. Jake dropped his spear, gagging and gasping for air. He pounded his fists into Chris’ arms, but he wouldn’t budge. He felt bruises growing along his limbs but he didn’t care. Nate quickly turned around.
“Why you-”
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.
“YOU THINK YOU CAN KILL HIM AND GET AWAY WITH IT?” Nate asked, “You’re WRONG!”
Patricia tried getting up from the ground, but Nate slammed his foot into her again.
“Stay down. You’re just going to get yourself killed,” 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.
“Run!”
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.
Chris’ 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 Chris’, and Chris raised his hands in the air.
“That’s what I thought,” the man said with a raspy voice. Footsteps approached them, and the man looked past Chris. Two familiar voices rang throughout the air.
“G-General! We found this one, we found this one!” Nate said as he ran up to the man in grass armor. The man took a glance back and forth between Chris and Nate.
“What’s your name?” General calmly asked Chris. Chris gulped, glaring at the General.
“I won’t tell you!”
The General moved his finger to the trigger of his pistol, and Chris raised his arms even further into the air.
“Okay, I’ll tell you!” Chris replied, “It’s Chris…”
“Chris,” the General smirked underneath his mask, “My name is Arthur. But, if you were to address me, you should address me as General Wyvern. My true name.”
“General Wyvern,” Chris said. He gulped again, sweat pouring down his face, “I know what I did was wrong, but I wasn’t thinking straight. Please don’t kill me.”
“I won’t. If you cooperate and answer my questions and comply, I will not kill you.”
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 Chris’ soul for a few moments, before glancing at his two scouts again.
“Turn around for me, Chris.”
Chris turned around slowly, and he saw the two scouts staring at him dead to rights. Nate’s lip was bleeding, and he seemed very dizzy, while Patricia still had that mark on her face. Patricia couldn’t look at Chris, but Nate could. He smiled at the sight of Chris.
“Heh, 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!”
Patricia’s eyes widened, and she began to back away.
“What? You- that’s not true!” Patricia protested.
General Wyvern ignored the two, rolling his eyes.
“So what? Jake is just a scout.”
General Wyvern pointed his gun at Noah’s 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.
“General Wyvern, please-”
General Wyvern ignored Patricia and moved his pistol back to Chris.
“You’re 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,” General Wyvern snarled, “I hate liars like you. I was not fond of you or your friend to begin with. You’re lucky I did not aim for your head.”
Chris gulped, and General Wyvern put a hand on his shoulder.
“Do not mind them. Only answer my questions. They are not of your concern, they are my responsibility,” he ordered him, “Now. Tell me, who do you work for? Or do you come alone?”
Chris gulped, before answering,
“The Book Club. Camp. We’re stationed at the Green Obelisk. I was sent out to scout. For someone. But, I found you instead.”
“Book Club,” General Wyvern said. He dangled his pistol in his right index finger, “Interesting. Now, does this Book Club… have anyone named Ben? And is this man, if he’s around, still alive?”
Chris blinked his eyes, and nodded.
“Yes. Ben is my friend. And he is still alive.”
General Wyvern’s eyes widened, and he smiled.
“Well, Chris, thank you for your cooperation…”
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 Chris’ wrists. General Wyvern gently grabbed him by the arm.
“Patricia, you don’t mind helping take Nate back to camp, do you?”
Patricia quickly shook her head.
“No General, not at all.”
“Great, now let’s go. The Crimson Crusader will be very very pleased…”
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... ✔👆
I need everyone to be warned
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.
Tip - NEVER. name. tames. after. real. pets.
NEVER. It hurts too much.
A sad otter story...
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.
The Arks: Over Heaven (by Ben)
Chapter 57: Camouflage
Part 2/2
Chris’ 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 Chris’, and Chris raised his hands in the air.
“That’s what I thought,” the man said with a raspy voice. Footsteps approached them, and the man looked past Chris. Two familiar voices rang throughout the air.
“G-General! We found this one, we found this one!” Nate said as he ran up to the man in grass armor. The man took a glance back and forth between Chris and Nate.
“What’s your name?” General calmly asked Chris. Chris gulped, glaring at the General.
“I won’t tell you!”
The General moved his finger to the trigger of his pistol, and Chris raised his arms even further into the air.
“Okay, I’ll tell you!” Chris replied, “It’s Chris…”
“Chris,” the General smirked underneath his mask, “My name is Arthur. But, if you were to address me, you should address me as General Wyvern. My true name.”
“General Wyvern,” Chris said. He gulped again, sweat pouring down his face, “I know what I did was wrong, but I wasn’t thinking straight. Please don’t kill me.”
“I won’t. If you cooperate and answer my questions and comply, I will not kill you.”
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 Chris’ soul for a few moments, before glancing at his two scouts again.
“Turn around for me, Chris.”
Chris turned around slowly, and he saw the two scouts staring at him dead to rights. Nate’s lip was bleeding, and he seemed very dizzy, while Patricia still had that mark on her face. Patricia couldn’t look at Chris, but Nate could. He smiled at the sight of Chris.
“Heh, 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!”
Patricia’s eyes widened, and she began to back away.
“What? You- that’s not true!” Patricia protested.
General Wyvern ignored the two, rolling his eyes.
“So what? Jake is just a scout.”
General Wyvern pointed his gun at Noah’s 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.
“General Wyvern, please-”
General Wyvern ignored Patricia and moved his pistol back to Chris.
“You’re 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,” General Wyvern snarled, “I hate liars like you. I was not fond of you or your friend to begin with. You’re lucky I did not aim for your head.”
Chris gulped, and General Wyvern put a hand on his shoulder.
“Do not mind them. Only answer my questions. They are not of your concern, they are my responsibility,” he ordered him, “Now. Tell me, who do you work for? Or do you come alone?”
Chris gulped, before answering,
“The Book Club. Camp. We’re stationed at the Green Obelisk. I was sent out to scout. For someone. But, I found you instead.”
“Book Club,” General Wyvern said. He dangled his pistol in his right index finger, “Interesting. Now, does this Book Club… have anyone named Ben? And is this man, if he’s around, still alive?”
Chris blinked his eyes, and nodded.
“Yes. Ben is my friend. And he is still alive.”
General Wyvern’s eyes widened, and he smiled.
“Well, Chris, thank you for your cooperation…”
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 Chris’ wrists. General Wyvern gently grabbed him by the arm.
“Patricia, you don’t mind helping take Nate back to camp, do you?”
Patricia quickly shook her head.
“No General, not at all.”
“Great, now let’s go. The Crimson Crusader will be very very pleased…”
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.”