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What are some stories about the yutyrannus? Memorable yutyrannus stories, wild encounters, and fan fiction.
Hey I got a cool story for you guys! One day I built a little outpost in the ragnarok snowy area but here’s my advice: Don’t! If you die yutis camp your body and if you survive even a day you will not find a water source within a mile. But I did get a mammoth so that’s cool.
-skronkmonster
PS new story in ferox section!!
So there I was in the North looking for anything to take, got some decent levels piggies , accidentally killed max lvl sabers and dire wolves…
And then a high level Yuty. These are a pain to take if you don’t have a well thought out plan. What I did was use my tanky Rex as bait. I’d kill the carnos and knock it out. The yuty was knocked out in the water but it did not drown. My first Yuty tame and thus I welcome Lieutenant Lan.
The Path of the Sea
Chapter 2
✨intense drama on the first chapter? typical me (Remember that Blicket has been renamed to Flicker!)
"Who is she?"
"Do you think she's the one Vein dreamed about?"
"Who cares!? If we kill her, the royal family would have food for days!"
"Idiot! She could save our lives!"
"Enough. You're disturbing her."
A raspy voice hushed the argument. Silentstrike heard it all, but kept her eyes squeezed shut. Fear kept her quiet, otherwise she would have clawed their noses off.
'Who are they? Where am I? Are my brothers okay?' Thoughts spiraled out of control in her head.
After what seemed like hours, she finally mustered the strength to talk to these creatures.
Silentstrike painfully heaved the upper half of her body off the makeshift nest. She had a bandage over her left eye, left leg (which was bent at an odd angle), and wherever she had been bleeding severely. Some of the creatures let out muffled gasps, but said nothing.
She opened her eye, unprepared to see wyverns standing there. Instead of a usual wyvern, they were smaller, with crystals planted on their shoulders and along their spine. They were also much brighter colored, ranging from crimson to red, all the way to purple, blue, yellows.. pretty much all of the colors were shown on their shiny scales.
Silentstrike was sitting in a comfy nest comprised of leaves, in a stone cavern. The wyverns had armor and weapons in their talons.
Startled, she let out a yelp and fell back, pain shooting through her left leg as it thumped against the hard ground. Silentstrike bared her teeth, a growl escaping her throat. She crawled backwards, ignoring the agony in her crooked leg, not letting the mysterious wyverns out of her sight.
"Hush, child, we're not here to hurt you." The eldest wyvern said in a rather cracked voice, who was a dark red. She had leaves strewn across her scales as if she was working with them. A flowered rope was hung over her withered neck.
"I'm not a child!" Silentstrike whipped her long, bandaged tail. "Get away from me! Leave me alone!" She choked.
Sadness gripped her again. All she wanted to do was see her brothers.
"You remind me of someone," the old wyvern rasped, settling down. "Would you happen to know someone by the name of- oh, what was it - Flicker?"
An image popped in her mind. Flicker.. Flicker was her grandmother. Silentstrike stiffened. How did this wyvern know her grandmother?
"Who are you, to know that name?" She replied harshly. She studied the wyvern closely. Must have been a herbalist, Silentstrike mused, because of all the leaves and flowers. She seemed kind enough, but what if that was just a trick? She knew better than to trust other creatures without first getting to know their motives.
"I am Vein of the blood wyverns. Please, don't use your leg. It is dislocated, and I need to fix it," the blood wyvern answered, "why else would we wrap you up in bandages if not to heal you?"
Silentstrike thought for a moment. If she trusted Vein, she risked getting killed. But then, if she died, she'd get to see her parents again. And if Vein was actually trying to help her, she's get to live AND get back to her brothers. Either way, it wouldn't do good to try to escape. She was in an enclosed room, and the wyverns were blocking the entrance. Her only option was to trust Vein.
"Fine. But don't do anything stupid, or I'll rip a hole in that pretty little neck of yours!" Silentstrike growled, limping back over to the nest. She flopped down and reluctantly relaxed.
Vein ignored her threat. She calmly strolled over to Silentstrike, reaching into a pouch that had been hidden under Vein's wing. She pulled out a dark purple vial, rough transparent material separated it from the outside world. A wooden cap fitted on top. Vein carefully pulled the cap off and set it down within reach of Silentstrike.
"You may want to drink this. It will help you sleep while I relocate your leg," Vein explained. As Silentstrike opened her mouth to protest, Vein continued. "Would you rather deal with the pain, or have a sleep that will restore your energy?"
Silentstrike pondered this for a moment. Hesitantly, she picked up the vial and drank from it. Almost instantly, the world turned dark as she was swept into a deep sleep.
So me and my sister were at our watering hole on Crystal Isles. One thing you should know is that my sister is crazy about bears. So of course, We’re on bears(even if I’d rather be on Riot my trusty rex) We’re here to get fish. We’d already slaughtered the spino. My sister spots an otter and says we have to tame it. So we jump in on you guessed it, bears. To kill fish. I’m dragging a dead fish out to tame it, and I’m looking for were it went. As I’m looking I see a yuty and friends running right at us. I immediately tell Ivy,” Get on your bear and run. At first she didn’t believe me, but it just took a roar to convince her. Too late. Our bears decided that it was time to go. Mine takes the turn in the plateau, hers, on the other hand, ran right off the cliff and died. Mine found his courage and ran home. I grabbed a argy and taxied Ivy home. She was cursing the yuty and said she was going to kill it. So she grabbed a spino and I grabbed Riot. We went out and served justice against the yuty.
Remember service of Dire the bear
I started on extinction a day ago and started immediately to try and power level to get a base made and creatures tamed to beat the titans, little did I realise a tribe made a base and had tamed a yuty and a lot of rexes to dominate the server so rip craptor the raptor and all my other mutated armys
[[Decided: Reaching for the Top]]
Reaching for the Top
Chapter 2
Furbeak walked the rest of the way to the finish line. He stumbled over a bramble and had his claw stuck in a thorn bush a few times. It was dusty from the other racers, but the only thing Furbeak could do to catch a clawhold was wait for next year and train for the games.
After being "congratulated" for being last, he headed home to Preystealer, Clawbeak, and Quickdash, his family. Preystealer was working on creating something when he got home. His young eyes sparkled with excitement as Furbeak trotted to the cave.
"Furbeak! Did you win? How was the race?" Preystealer jumped around him like a rabbit.
"I lost," Furbeak replied, glancing at a few sticks and mud made into a small cave where Preystealer was sitting.
"How?" The glint faded away, and Preystealer looked at him. "Did Mudspot push you like last time?"
"Yep. I'll go tell mom and dad." Furbeak mumbled.
When he went inside the cave, Quickdash ran up to him.
"What happened? Are you hurt? Did you win?" Furbeak's mother asked worriedly.
"I'm fine! And I lost! Tell dad, please."
He stormed off to the forest, needing to think of a plan.
'Let's see,' Furbeak thought, resting in a clearing lined with ferns. 'The challenges are racing, climbing, hunting, swimming, and sneaking. Each challenge gives one point if I am one of the three winners, and the five ones with the most points be made Sharpclaws. I'll train with swimming first.'
Furbeak heaved himself up and went to a lake. The nearest lake was Beaver Lake, and he should try there.
[[Undecided for the name]]
A prequel to A Yuty's Quest and others, made by Seasnake
Chapter 1
A small juvenile yutyrannus stood in a long line with others about his age. His black and orange stripes seemed to glow in the bright sun of summer. The grass was marked with streaks revealing the racers' paths. The crowd full of yutys watched as the racers took off. Furbeak, one of the youngest, had a chance to finally prove himself as a Sharpclaw, one of the highest ranks of the part of the tribe.
Furbeak shot forward, ahead of the other nine contestants. Their paths broke off into a wild terrian, but they all knew where to go. He jumped over a small pond in the forest and dashed around bushes. He felt the hot breath of another yuty. He twisted his head around quickly. Mudspot, a black-with-brown spotted yuty, was gaining. Furbeak led him into a tree, but he kept on going. A line appeared ahead.
'Finish line!' Furbeak's young mind screamed happily. He ran forward, pushing his limits until..
Mudspot shoved him into a huge boulder and took the lead. The other racers passed, and Furbeak's head spun with dizziness. A small trickle of blood came from his nose, but he didn't care. He had lost. He had lost his second chance to prove himself. Will he get a third? Will he even know?