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ARK: Survival Evolved & Ascended Companion
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What are some stories about the shadowmane? Memorable shadowmane stories, wild encounters, and fan fiction.
They only fall asleep during the day
This is a aspect of being feliine ( nocturnal )
And also i just wanted to say
Even know our robo freind (i forget her name )
Says there chimeras there not
They are only two parts that makes them shadow mane
She says it herself felion + tropical fish
Witch means there just hiprids
One example of a chimera is manticore ( is in ark )
Lion+ scopion +dragon 3
And the classic chimera is tiger +ghote +snake
Im an ecpert on mitholigy and unless they are part chamilon
There not chimeras
😶
Rockwell’s Reign (Lamprey)
Chapter 6
The pack of bonehounds had found a den to sleep in, it was quite large and belonged to something else, but it didn’t matter, the bonehounds could most definitely kill it. Most of the wounds that the bonehounds sustained weren’t too bad and were already healing, but the process would take much longer than it looked like. It was morning, time for another hunt. The bonehounds exited den as the beautiful sun was rising. If they wanted prey, they needed to be quick to find another survivor’s home, one especially with other creatures to feast on.
“If there were anymore humans around here, their either trying to hunt us down or already gotten out of the area, turrets are very loud.” Venom said, he clearly wasn’t confident about actually finding what they were looking for, but it was worth the try.
“Theres always a chance we catch wind of prey scent, or maybe even blood, don’t keep your hopes low.” Rusty replied to Venom. Rusty had a good sleep, which meant she was in a good mood, which was just what we needed.
“Quiet, I hear something.” Bone said. As Bone had said that, there was small movement behind him, something the size of a human could make.
“A human.” Deathhide whispered. Suddenly, an arrow flew through the air and hit Bone in the leg. The arrow was able to get pretty far in there, but its full potential stopped by thick hide. Another arrow came out, hitting bone again. The bonehounds quickly rushed towards where the arrows came from, Bone was furious about being hit by those. Deathhide saw a glimpse of the human, it looked like she had a bow and a small dagger. She was quick though, evading the bonehounds as she tried to kill them. Deathhide saw the human, and not only that but Deathhide had a good position. Deathhide leapt at the human, and pinned her. She quickly tried to reach for her dagger, but Deathhide quickly moved it away, still holding the human down.
“My dagger!” The human said. Did that human just speak in Bonehound language?
“You’ve enraged Bone, your death may be soon.” Deathhide said, seeing if he could get the human to speak more.
“Bone? How do I understand you?” The human said, surprised. Deathhide got off the human, keeping her weapons away as the rest of the bonehounds approached.
“That human speaks our language.” Deathhide whispered to Bone as he walked by, and then standing by his packmates.
“You speak my language. Why do you attack us?” Bone said as the other bonehounds surrounded the human. The human had no escape, and along with that the human had no weapons on her.
Oblivion
Episode one: The Expedition (check reaper for my other story)
A modified hover skiff flew through the lunar biome, trying to keep up with a pod of Astrocetus. Inside, the crew were preparing to jump into hyperspace.
“ATTENTION!!” Captain Alice shouted, “get into your seats, we’re about to jump into hyperspace, it’s a risky task, as hover skiffs aren’t designed for it, as you all know. The only reason we can do it is because of the HRSE Engine and the roof above our heads.”
“But, captain”. Chief engineer Louis interrupted.
“Yes Louis, spit it out.”
“I wouldn’t recommend jumping into hyperspace yet. There’s a space storm coming, that could destroy the hover skiff and kill us all of it reaches us while we’re about to jump.”
“Very well then, we’ll wait, after all, we’ve got tracking systems on the lead Astrocetus, so we can always find it I’d we lose it.”
“Captain Alice! We’ve got incoming meteorites, they’ll strike any second no...” Kai (lead biologist) shouted from his seat infront of a large scanner, just as a meteorite struck the hull, sending a huge shockwave through the ship and knocking everyone of their seats...
Rockwell’s Reign: Chapter 1 I guess since Lamprey did the Prologue?
- The Nazgûl
Erin pushed hard against the raging wind. This area used to be a vast desert, until the strange whatever it was started invading. Now it was more deadly. Creatures were also now covered in a strange purple substance. Whatever all this stuff corrupting everything was, she hated it. She hated it more than anything. The sickly look of everything. The animals unable to resort to their base instincts. She was unsure whether or not this corruption, as she decided to call it, was the cause of her dreams, but she knew it was not good for the animals. Erin was a girl who had always loved animals. She would watch and study them for hours. She knew all about them. Now that the corruption was here, the animals were more hostile to one another, but not to Erin. She had thought it strange, the day a Rex half covered in the corruption just walked by her, sniffed her, and left. She somehow had felt a connection to it, like her mind was it’s mind for just a second. It was the same for the other semi corrupted animals. But not for the fully corrupted ones. Some new creatures even appeared. She hated those the most. She pushed on towards the outcropping of rock up ahead. She needed to take shelter. She thought she saw shapes in a few feet away in the sand storm. They looked like several of those new “Bonehounds,” as she decided to call them, that had appeared. Hopefully they would not attack her. She finally made it to the outcropping, several times thinking a Bonehound would leap upon her and end her life there. If they were Bonehounds, she wondered why they had been so calm. As she thought she drifted into a long sleep, and the dreams began to take over.
Shadowmane Chronicles
S1 E5
They rested for what felt like hours, but then, Alpine heard a great response from Fleshskipper "We need to go to Scorched Earth for... Something I can't tell." Alpine was basically dancing on her paws. They descended to Scorched, but it was a wasteland. Alpine's fur made her over heat and she fainted. She woke up to roaring and fighting, against wyverns.
-Planarian
Shadowmane Chronicles E4 S1
Alpine went first, Tundra the Fleshskipper. They arrived at a weird area, covered in flesh and weird plants. A micro raptor walked past a weird plant then was snappe up. "Rapto poof" Tundra giggled. "Watch out for carniflora," Fleshskipper lectured. Some shadowmanes were walking around and young ones were play fighting. A small shadowmane crawled up to Tundra and they started playing. "That's my little sister, Organsalmon. Organsalmon, this is Tundra, Tundra this is Organsalmon," Fleshskipper said. "Let's take a break hey?" Implied Fleshskipper.
-Planarian
The Rise of A Shadowmane Kingdom
Chapter 1
The young shadowmane sighed, clawing at her sleeping mother. She growled and jumped on her brother, wanting attention.
` What is wrong with you? ` Jaguar growled softly, and playfully scratched at her.
`Just being myself! ` Saber roared playfully as her mother woke up.
` You all should rest. The human is moving everyone, it'll be our turn next. ` Kat purred, guiding them inside the tek house their owner had built them.
The tek walls crumbled, as a sudden fight began.
` Get out of here! ` Kat ran off, teleporting away and brutally biting the attacking spinos. Saber and Jaguar ran, escaping to the other side of the dam.
` Is this mother's old home? ` Saber asked Jaguar, her eyes adjusting to the sudden red and pink colours. Jasper, their owner, led them to a tek base he had built. All the creatures rushed inside.
Next chapters will be in Shadowmane.
-RandomSake (May change to ShadowLord)
The Arks: Over Heaven
Chapter 82: Reverie
Original Post Date: Jul 10, 2024
Note: Story starts in Wyvern, Aerial ABC backwards filter and has a Prologue. Last chapter in Spinosaurus, next chapter in Seeker.
~
SWOOSH!
The plane flew closer and closer to the Capital. As it did, Warren looked out the window to see plenty of Caribbean islands down below, somewhat small but filled with plenty of forest and other creatures. From what he had heard of, most of these islands were off-limits to the public population. Not even the government was allowed there. Or so they were told…
One of the islands had a small volcano on it. It seemed dormant, but as Warren squinted his eyes, he could see something metal at the base of it. It looked almost like a door.
“Could the President have used these islands as testing sites before Samuel was taken to the island in the sky?” Warren thought to himself as he looked down below at the island. Warren shook the thought away. He needed to save his energy for the confrontation ahead.
Just then, he heard Sam shift in the seat next to him. His eyes glanced over to her, and she rolled over, her closed eyes facing Warren. Warren looked back at her and blinked his eyes. Warren still couldn’t believe there were no other seats available on this flight. It must have been some form of twisted bad luck.
“I don’t really mind sitting with Sam though,” Warren thought, closing his eyes gently. He turned away and faced the seat in front of him, “Reminds me of the old times.”
“Old times…”
~
Warren looked around the classroom, clutching onto his backpack straps tightly. It was his first day here at Terran High. There were plenty of tables clustered up to fit four people. Warren’s head jolted around anxiously. All the kids looked so threatening.
Warren’s eyes pinned to one table near the back of the class. One single girl sat there. She had short black hair and was staring at the whiteboard with a bored expression. She wore black sweatpants and some obscure band merchandise that Warren knew nothing about. Warren quickly stepped over to the table and took a seat in front of her. The girl ignored him, and he ignored her. Warren just wanted to get this school year over with…
As soon as the bell rang, a boy and a girl rushed inside. The teacher looked at them in annoyance. The boy was sweating heavily. He had glasses, a slickback, and wore a green shirt and khaki cargo pants. The girl also seemed out of breath. She was wearing a baggy blue shirt and a skirt.
“Sorry, brah! Me and my friend ran into traffic,” the boy said as an excuse. The teacher scowled at him.
“Do not call me ‘brah’. Just take a seat before I mark you two late…” the teacher said, adjusting the goggles on his forehead. He adjusted the collar of his lab coat and walked up to the whiteboard to write his name down.
“My name is Dr. Aston. I’m gonna be your science teacher for the rest of the school year, so whoop-dee-doo. Don’t bother me and I won’t bother you…”
Dr. Aston continued to ramble on about the rules of the classroom and safety precautions about labs. The boy and girl who were about to be late took a seat down at the table where Warren and the other girl sat. The late girl took a seat next to Warren, while the late boy took a seat next to the other girl.
“Well howdy partners!” the boy said, winking at Warren and the girl, “Name’s Walter. But you can just call me Walt. And that’s my friend, Rachel, we’ve known each other since we were kids.”
Rachel smiled at his words. Warren could see her cheeks turn slightly red.
“Yeah.”
Warren could tell that Rachel was a shy person, like him. He could tell from her body posture and the fact she was saying very little like he usually did. Warren nervously began to fiddle with his fingers.
“Warren’s my name.”
“Warren?” Walt said, raising his eyebrow, “Cool name, I guess.”
Walt turned to the mysterious girl.
“And howzabout you?”
The girl glanced at Walt with a glare.
“Don’t bother me dude… I just wanted to sit alone but you three just had to come here and try to be buddy buddy with me.”
Walt frowned and raised his hands in surrender.
“Sorry! Jeez, I’m just tryna be nice-”
Dr. Aston cleared his throat, and everyone turned their heads to Warren’s table. Dr. Aston tapped his foot impatiently on the ground, his hands on his hips.
“Young man if you don’t shut up right now I’m kicking you out. Which is not a good look for your first day.”
Walt quickly shut up. Warren smirked at Walt.
“You better quiet down… Otherwise the teacher will get mad,” Warren teased him. Walt glared at Warren.
“Oh shut up.”
The conversation stopped after that. Soon, Dr. Aston began to pass out textbooks to the classroom and pieces of paper to take notes. Walt moaned as he looked at it.
“Aw man notes already on the first day? This is gonna be hell!”
Rachel silently took out two pencils, handing one to Walt. Walt grabbed it wordlessly and began to write his name on the top. The mystery girl took out a pen and began to write as well.
Warren quickly began to rummage around his backpack for a writing utensil, but he turned white as his hand dug further and further into the bag. He didn’t have anything!
“Uh oh,” Warren thought. He turned to Walt and Rachel.
“Hey, do you two have a pencil I could borrow?” Warren asked them. Walt shrugged, and Rachel shook her head silently.
“Sorry. Usually I get mine from Rachel. I can never remember.”
“Yeah I gave my spare to Walt. Sorry…”
Warren began to get sweaty. He wasn’t sure what to do anymore. If he didn’t finish this assignment, he wasn’t sure if Dr. Aston would be pleased with him. It didn’t help that he sat with Walt, someone he already disliked-
“Here. Take mine,” the mystery girl interrupted Warren’s train of thoughts. She handed her pen over to Warren. Warren looked at it in wonder, grasping it in his fingers and pulling it off her. It was cold to the touch and made of silver. It was as if she didn’t even have a pulse.
“T-Thanks…”
“You’re welcome,” she blankly said. She looked off and stared at the wall, and then she sighed. She continued, “Samantha. That’s my name. But just call me Sam. That sounds cooler.”
“Oooh, so that’s your name! Looks like you’re finally speaking mystery girl,” Walt snorted. Sam looked at Walt in annoyance.
“Just get to work.”
The assignment was boring but brief, and in no time class was over. The bell rang, and everyone got up to get to their next class.
“Hey, you know what guys?” Walt decided, his eyes keen on Sam, “Let’s all eat together at lunch. Get to know each other.”
Sam seemed to be waiting for Warren to reply.
“Yeah sure why not?” Warren answered. Sam looked back at Walt.
“I guess.”
“Awesome! I’ll see you all soon then.”
Walt and Rachel exited the classroom, leaving Warren and Sam alone. Warren took the silver pen and tried to give it back to Sam, but she refused, shaking her head softly.
“Nah. Just keep it. I don’t want to hold onto it for you everyday,” she replied with a smirk. Warren blinked his eyes and turned red, furrowing his brow.
“I’m not that forgetful! It was just one time!”
Sam snorted, and turned around, a hand on a backpack strap.
“Yeah. Sure. Seeya around, Warren.”
And so over the course of the next three years, until they became juniors, Warren, Walt, Rachel, and Sam would all become good friends. And over the course of these few years, Warren would notice Walt trying his best to initiate intimate actions with Sam. Sam would be oblivious to all of these signs. Warren didn’t really care though. It wasn’t his business to get into it…
But one day it did become his business. And it would all be because someone couldn’t keep their hands to themself.
~
They were all hanging out at Warren’s house. They were sitting on the living room couch, chatting amongst themselves about their extracurriculars and the random everyday stuff friends talk about. Rachel and Sam were talking about the latest episode on The Girls TV show. Apparently David had picked Mackenzie over Gwen. This was absolutely ridiculous to them because Gwen was a thousand times better than Mackenzie and Mackenzie was not nearly as pretty.
Warren looked at Walt, who was glancing at Sam. He noticed a bead of sweat roll down his forehead, and noticed his fingers running along the couch slowly and aimlessly. It looked like it wanted to be wrapped around something, or rather, someone.
“Hey everyone,” Walt finally said, interrupting Rachel and Sam’s conversation. Rachel’s head jolted to Walt, her eyes and ears attentive. Sam looked more annoyed than anything.
“Yes Walt?”
Walt scratched the back of his head.
“You know we haven’t played any serious games since we first met… We should play seven minutes in heaven.”
Sam raised her eyebrow at Walt,
“Oookay? Sure, I guess.”
Rachel began to turn a little red, pressing her two index fingers together.
“I think that sounds like a great idea,” she said. Warren looked at Rachel with a piercing stare. Rachel never seemed like the type of person to enjoy these types of games. It all felt so odd to him…
“I’m getting a bad feeling about this,” Warren thought, looking back and forth between all of his friends. He objected, “I don’t think we should. Can’t we just play board games like we usually do?”
“What? Chicken you’ll have to go in with me?” Walt smirked. Rachel looked at Warren with a sly smile.
“It can’t be that bad…”
Sam didn’t have an opinion on it. Wordlessly, she shrugged. Walt took that as a yes. He turned to Warren.
“Guess we’re gonna have to play…”
“You guys can. I’m not going to.”
Walt shrugged, turning to face the girls, “Fine by me.”
Walt took a glass bottle and placed it down on the middle of the floor. Him, Sam, and Rachel all gathered around it and sat criss cross applesauce. Walt was first to go. He took the bottle and spun it full force.
SWISH!
Walt and Rachel both looked on at the bottle eagerly, while Sam just stared at it with her arms crossed, a bored expression on her face. The bottle began to stop on Sam, and by now Warren could definitely sense Walt’s excitement.
But the bottle went past Sam… and onto Rachel.
Rachel looked like she was about to jump up and down in joy. Her eyes were wide open, a slight smile creeping on her face. Walt wasn’t as pleased though. He had a frown on his face, and he muttered something under his breath.
“I guess we’re gonna have to go, Walt,” Rachel giggled. Walt nodded solemnly.
“Guess so.”
The two walked into the closet, closing it behind them. Warren looked at the door suspiciously. He could already feel something bad was going to happen.
Someone’s feelings were getting hurt tonight.
Warren got up from the couch and quickly but quietly rushed over to the closet door. He pressed his ear against it, waiting for either party to say something. Sam looked on with a raised eyebrow.
“What are you doing-”
Warren hushed her, putting a finger to his lips.
“So… I guess it’s just us two then huh?” Rachel said, her voice muffled because of the door standing in between them.
“Yeah,” Walt blankly replied, clear disappointment in his voice.
There was a moment of silence.
“Walt… I want to tell you something,” Rachel whispered, her voice cracking. Warren could sense her nervousness through her voice. He blinked his eyes and listened closer.
“I like you,” Rachel admitted, her voice cracking, “I’ve- I’ve liked you since we first met. I never had the guts to tell you because I’ve always been afraid. But I just wanted to tell you now… I like you a lot.”
There was a moment of silence. It continued for thirty more seconds, when suddenly there was the sound of someone being slammed against the wall. He could hear Rachel let out a cry of pain.
“What the hell are you doing?!” Walt cried, “That’s so damn disgusting! Trying to kiss me? How dare you! You pathetic nothing! You think I like you back? Are you blind or something? Maybe you’re the one that needs glasses!”
Warren quickly backed off. The closet door burst open, and Rachel came running out, her head in her hands and tears soaking her clothes. Sam got up from her couch, her eyes wide open in horror.
“Rachel!”
Rachel rushed out the front door, slamming it behind her. Warren could hear the door lock. He quickly rushed off after her.
“Hey wait!” Warren yelled. He opened the front door and saw Rachel sitting against the garage door, bawling her eyes out. Warren closed the door behind him and walked up to her.
“Rachel are you okay-”
“Just leave me alone Warren! I-I don’t even know what to say anymore!” Rachel sobbed, “After everything we’ve been through and he treats me like this! I-I-”
Warren spotted something red trickling down Rachel’s head. His eyes widened.
“Rachel. You’re bleeding,” Warren stated.
The two of them heard Sam yell from inside the house. Then, the sound of Walt shouting in pain. The two looked at the front door.
“What’s going on?” Warren wondered. He quickly got up and kicked the front door open. He could see Walt clenching his cheek tightly and gritting his teeth, while Sam’s hand was red as if she just slapped someone.
“What was that for Sam? I thought you were into me-”
“What did you do?” Warren boomed at Walt. Walt looked back at Warren, his eyes filled with rage. He pointed at Sam in an accusing manner.
“She’s been playing with my heart that’s what! From the very beginning since we’ve met I could tell that she liked me… But now I could tell it was all a scheme to break me-”
“I didn’t ask what Sam did. I asked what YOU did,” Warren glared, his fists clenched. Walt sneered.
“I tried to kiss her… So what? She liked me-”
“I don’t like you!” Sam snorted, “I never will! What makes you think I-”
“Playing hard to get obviously! That’s what you girls do all the time!”
“Get out of my house,” Warren demanded. Walt looked at Warren, his jaw dropped. He scoffed, looking back and forth from Warren to Sam.
“Warren, you can’t be serious! We’ve been friends forever! You choose her side of the story over mine?”
“Your side of the story? Wow,” Warren said, his hands balled into fists, and veins popped out of his forehead, “And we’ve been friends for months at most. Just get out of my house.”
Walt stepped forward to Warren.
“Warren don’t be like this-”
“I said to GET OUT!” Warren screamed. He rushed forward and slammed his fist into his cheek. Walt’s body went flying backwards into a wall, causing the chandelier above to shake. Warren’s eyes darted up at it as it swung back and forth. Walt looked back at Warren, and in a fit of rage he picked the bottle up off the floor and slammed it into Warren’s head. The glass smashed upon impact, causing shards to fly everywhere. Rachel let out a cry of pain, and Warren ignored his throbbing head and turned around to see a shard embedded in her stomach.
“Rachel!”
Walt took this opportunity and socked Warren in the face. Warren’s head whipped back, and Walt grabbed Warren by the shirt. He slammed Warren into the wall.
“Agh!” Warren cried out. He felt Walt’s hot breath on his face.
“Are you happy now Warren? ARE YOU HAPPY NOW?!” he bellowed in his face. Warren turned away slightly.
“Get off him you pig!” Sam screamed. She wrapped her arms around Walt and threw him off Warren. Walt was taken aback by this. He looked at Sam and snarled. Without hesitation he leaned his fist back and slammed his fist into her stomach. Sam let out a groan of pain as she lurched backward, clutching her stomach weakly.
Warren couldn’t handle it anymore. This man had hurt all of them, and for what? Just because of a girl who couldn’t reciprocate her feelings? It was absolutely despicable what type of man Walt was. He wasn’t going to pull the stops any longer. He rushed for the floor, grabbed a shard of glass the size of a knife. Walt turned around to redirect his attention to Warren, but he was quickly met with a slash to the throat.
Blood spilt from his mouth and neck onto Warren’s hands. Walt looked at Warren in horror, his pupils dilated and his body getting wobblier.
“W-Why?” Walt managed to gasp as he collapsed onto the floor, dead.
Warren looked at Walt, his hand gripping on the glass shard tighter. It cut deep into his skin, his own blood mixing with Walt’s. He looked up to Sam, ignoring his question.
“Call the ambulance. And the police. Let’s get this sorted out.”
~
Warren let out a gasp as he felt someone slug his arm. He looked around the surroundings of the airplane. It seemed like the plane had finally stopped moving, and he heard chatter of people getting out of their seats and collecting suitcases from the overhead bins. Warren looked to his left to see Sam getting up from her seat, taking a stretch as she did so.
“We landed if you couldn’t tell,” Sam informed him.
“Oh, thanks for waking me,” Warren said. He couldn’t look her in the eye. Sam looked at him with suspicion.
“Warren… You know you talk in your sleep right?”
Warren turned a slight white.
“Sam I-”
Warren was interrupted by the warm embrace of Sam. He could feel Sam hug him as hard as she could. She closed her eyes, the same memories flooded in her head.
“It’s okay. It’s okay…”
Warren closed his eyes and hugged her back, his eyes closed shut. A tear rolled down his cheek.
“Thank you.”
“Thank you, Sammy.”
Warren felt the haunting memory fade from his mind in Sam’s warm embrace. It had been a long time ago, but it was no more.
Besides, they had a son to save.
@Survivor
I guess it looks more like a shadowmane, but then not really. It has the shape of a shadowmane, the hide and skin is much, much stronger so it’s gonna be hard to kill. On its head the bones there are quite strong (kinda like the rex, thick skull, except minus the small brain). That’s the best way I can think of it, and they also usually come in grey colors or darker colors, so if you find a bright colored one like red, blue, or orange then that’s very rare. This is probably the best explanation I can give at the moment.
-Lamprey
Rockwell’s Reign (a new, collaboration including Lamprey and Nazgûl!)
Prologue
A bonehound, in the depths of rockwell’s fleshy, dangerous innards. This was not any bonehound, this was Boneclaw. (yes I’m gonna try to use warrior name ideas) Boneclaw wasn’t like any bonehound, for one he was a lone wolf, while other Bonehounds are pack hunters. Boneclaw leapt up into a dark, potentially dangerous area. Out of the darkness, Boneclaw spotted a doorframe, probably out of tek or something similar. Boneclaw headed in that direction, entering a different room. This room was the one he was looking for, the one where survivors were to be revived. Boneclaw looked around, quickly spotting a control panel and walking up to it. Boneclaw looked at the control panel, seemingly understanding everything about it, how strange.
“Revive process cancelled.. who should be revived next?” The control panel spoke in an automated, yet quiet voice. Boneclaw looked through the names. Boneclaw saw a few, with great traits that would definitely help them survive. Who were the names that were chosen? Ashley, Frank, Bob, and Helena. Boneclaw knew that Rockwell would just turn these survivors into his own little minions, and he had to save them. Suddenly, a screech, followed by a shining light was directed at Boneclaw. A summoner of all things, this was terrible.
“Oh, would you look at this? My own little creation trying to stop me, how foolish!” Boneclaw could hear Rockwell, now there was nothing that could be done, he was already seen, and all the attention had been brought right to him. He know this would be the end, and he would have to rely on one bonehound to carry on his mission, one that was smart, and had strength.