This is the story of Jeff, one day I was walking on a beach then I saw a Ovis, I named it Jeff. THEN I KILLED IT, but there wasn’t enough room in my inventory for the mutton, so I “gave” it to some dilophosaurus
The sound of waves faded away as Moonbeam and the four carnivores head back to camp.
Forest was still shocked from the chaos that had just happened down at the beach, where a small kit had almost been swept away in the ocean. He couldn’t stop setting his gaze on Crimson, who had saved him. Neither could Rust— Forest could see him also watching Crimson, not even bothering to hide his expression of admiration. She had obviously noticed.
“Seriously, guys?” she asked without looking at them as she kept walking.
“Oh— sorry,” Forest said.
“Not sorry,” Rust said sharply, hastening his speed so he could catch up to her. “It was really cool what you did back there, saving that kit.”
“Anyone would have done it,” she muttered.
“but you did, cause your awesome.” He stated with a smile.
“Thankyou, but I think I’ve had enough gratitude today,” she said, turning to put her focus back to walking.
“Today probably won’t be the last of it,” Forest said. “You saw how happy his mother was. She won’t be forgetting you for a long time.”
“Let’s hope not too long, for my sake,” Crimson said.
Moonbeam came to a stop, and Forest nearly barreled into her. She had frozen. “Did you hear that?”
Forest paused to listen, but heard nothing.
“It was a roar,” Spark said.
Moonbeam whirled around. “It came from Cyan’s cave,” she hissed.
They ran as fast as they could around the cavern, and Moonbeam burst into the glittering den.
The others followed quickly behind her, and Forest spotted Cyan immediately. She was in the center of the cave, sitting up and clutching her ducked head with one paw. Moonbeam rushed up to her, asking, “What is it? Whats wrong?”
Cyan glanced up at her and others. “Nyx,” She began.
“What? What did you see?”
“‘What did she see?’” Rust echoed quietly, mostly to himself. “How many more crazy powers does this Shadowmane have??”
Cyan blinked, and finally she looked into Moonbeams eyes. “She’s in danger.”
The cold night breeze brushed against the few white shrubs scattered across the north. The trees gently swayed. The stars twinkled in the dark sky. It was another freezing night. Adonis had gotten used to residing in the snowy lands. It was easy staying warm, since he had a thick coat of white wool. And it was also easy hiding from predators, since his wool matched the snow.
Adonis stared at the sky, leaning his head against a nearby bush. It was rather lonely at night, only some occasional gusts of wind breaking the silence, and, in some cases, a twig or stick snapping.
This night was.. extremely colder than most. Even the creatures with the thickest of coats couldn't handle the frigid weather, including Adonis. He pushed his head against the bush harder, sinking into the leaves.
Unfortunately for Adonis, he didn't really have a home in the north. He just wandered around the snowy biome, not having a shelter or anything. Adonis wished he had a home, especially during these freezing times. He began to bleat again, more stronger this time. Adonis shivered. He tucked his limbs into his torso, letting out a few more bleats.
"Please... Someone, anyone... I need... a shelter..."
He said, slurring on a couple of words.
As if on command, he heard a few footsteps. Adonis perked his head up. Maybe this creature could give him a home? Maybe, just maybe...
The footsteps got more intense. Adonis got slightly anxious, but still hoped. It didn't matter who sheltered him, whether it'd be a ferocious Giganotosaurus, or even one of his own kind, he just yearned for a place to stay, even for a few nights.
The footsteps got more louder by the second. It seemed like the creature was lurking in the shadows near the ovis. It was sidling closer and closer to Adonis, until eventually...
I once tamed an ovis with my girlfriend, and it was a brown little dude, so we named him poop. We loved poop very much, and he loved us even more. I remember when we just got poop, we were flying back from the plains on ragnarok and we stopped for some stam after flying for a while. Unfortunately, the spot we stopped at had a bunch of raptors in the area. However, the only one that aggros on us is the lvl 150 raptor. We fight it off with our tames, and we forgot to put poop on passive. Little did we know that poop was an martial arts master, and helped us kill this raptor in quick fashion. The last thing the raptor saw was a pair of horns bashing him in the face, and then silence. Poop one that day, but unfortunately he died in this great battle.
Poop didn't deserve what happened to him. But he fought like a warrior with a heart of fire.
See you on the other side, poop. The tribe loves you.
The cold night breeze brushed against the few white shrubs scattering across the snowy lands. The stars gently twinkled in the dark sky. It was eerily silent. No roar, groan, any sound at all. Just.. silence.
Until a soft bleat broke it.
A lone ovis sat next to a bush, shivering. Although they had a full coat of wool, they still were freezing cold. It was an especially frigid night. Most creatures had settled in their dens, caves, wherever they resided. But unfortunately for this little one, they had no place to sleep.
The ovis bleated again, this time, more louder. It seemed to be calling for anyone, anything. Even if it was a ferocious giga, it just needed warmth.
Suddenly, a few footsteps were heard in the snow. They seemed to be getting louder at the second. The ovis perked its head up. Maybe this creature could shelter them? They slowly appeared out of the shadows...
Woah, a cliffhanger! Anyways, if we get 5 ups, I'll (hopefully) do a part two! See you soon!