Dino Tribes: A Prehistoric Survival LitRPG by Marcus Sloss

Author:Marcus Sloss [Sloss, Marcus]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Royal Guard Publishing LLC
Published: 2024-05-07T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 33

When Dinos Fly!

Two weeks passed in a hurry without a single away mission besides to let the herbivores eat. Without our biggest asset to help me make a difference, I became a stubborn man hell-bent on improving his home.

We culled the scratched-up moschops who somehow followed Sleuth home, and a spare male duck-billed dinosaur from the original group, to help get through our meat requirements. Bertha became a princess, suddenly understanding she could limp to get humans to bring her extra bushes. Not only that, she learned to trumpet pathetically for food on demand.

Fortunately, we actually were able to pamper her. Birdo, the off-handed name I gave our flier, somehow stuck. We finagled a saddle of sorts so Sayuri and a few others could get lifted into the tops of trees. Once there, they attached ropes to descend or ascend as needed to saw through the better vegetation.

Food was only one aspect of our progress, and thankfully, we wanted to push the jungle back because the herbivores slowly but surely peeled back the vegetation. And just because Bertha was hurt, didn’t mean other dinos couldn’t help. Maximus the stegosaurus, Cali the triceratops, and Maggie the massive hadrosaur became work dinos, more than capable of dragging rocks out of the way or bushes out of the ground.

Inside the base, the first thing I did was add the gate. The alien structure oddly resembled the great gates from Jurassic Park, looming with a sense of power. The massive gates couldn’t fit Bertha, even if the hussy lost weight. However, they were imposing and amazing, with twin side doors just big enough for humans flanking the sides.

The gate definitely secured the gaps in the basin’s entrance, sealing in the main way for anyone to get to our growing home. When it was all said and done, the entire tribe celebrated. And for more than just the security the gates provided.

Inside the basin, right next to the shed, I spawned the stable. It was an excessively large, three-sided building with a roof. Some of it received splashes from the shower area, forcing us to use some massive lily pads to keep the stable dry. Most amazing of all, the ones with constant water, rooted into the stable’s frame.

If I had to guess, the stable would have taken us a month to build, even if Bertha was healthy. It instantly became a hotly contested area among the dinosaur mothers that I was forced to place dividers into. The stone flooring, open air, and sheltered roof became the spot where every dinosaur tried to cram under. Of course, our overflowing human population wanted the space, but the dinos were very… very… stubborn.

For us humans, things went from somewhat barbaric, nomadic, to communal building. The longhouse finished with a flat roof that people instantly moved onto, even if it was exposed to the elements. And the next series of drama flared to life. All it took was one mother with older toddlers to bring them into our home for every other mother to cave.

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