The dingonek is a scaly, scorpion-tailed, saber-toothed cryptid allegedly seen in the African Congolese jungles (primarily those of the Democratic Republic), and yet another in a long line of West African cryptids—such as the Chipekwe, the Jago-nini and the Emela-ntouka. At the Brakfontein ridge, Western Cape in South Africa is a cave painting of an unknown creature that fits the description of the dingonek, right down to its walrus-like tusks.
It is said to be exceedingly territorial and has been known to kill any hippos, crocodiles and even unwary fishermen, who have had the misfortune of wandering too close to their aquatic nests.
Said to dwell in the rivers and lakes of western Africa, the Dingonek has been described as being grey or red, 3 to 6 metres (9-18 feet) in length, with a squarish head, sometimes a long horn, saber-like canines—which has resulted in its nickname the “Jungle Walrus"—and a tail complete with a bony, dart-like appendage, which is reputed to be able to secrete a deadly poison. This creature is also said to be covered head-to-toe in a scaly, mottled epidermis, which has been likened to the prehistoric-looking Asian anteater known as the pangolin. The description by John Alfred Jordan, an explorer who said that he actually shot at this unidentified monster in the River Maggori in Kenya in 1907, claimed this scale-covered creature was as big as 18 feet long and had reptilian claws, a spotted back, long tail, and a big head out of which grew large, curved, walrus-like tusks. A shot with a .303 only served to anger it.
“Um, my name is Y/N.” I told him. “I don’t know if you remember me or not but we met at a party that was held at your house. I’m really great friends with your brother, Jordan.”
“Oh my God.” Josh said. “I can’t believe you actually called.” He sounded suprized.
I gave a light chuckle. “Yeah, your brother gave me your number today when he visited me at work.” I told him. “He said that you really liked me?” I questioned wanting desperately to know if it was true or not.
“Yeah.” Josh said. “I like you a lot and I think your really cool.” He told me honesty. I was about to say something but he cut me off.
“I’m not normally this confident but I’ll give it a go.” He said with a slight chuckle. “Would you like to go on a date with me?” He asked me. His voice slightly shaking.
Just his kids, I don’t think David has said anything negative about her publicly. Erin, Sara, and Jordan said that they didn’t believe Yolanda was actually sick because she couldn’t be that ill and still film a TV show. Basically saying she was faking a deadly illness for attention.
But Yolanda, wasn’t even in every episode when she was still on RHOBH and when she was on she was either in her house or on bed rest. She wasn’t really active in anything until towards the end when she started to get better.
The Dingonek is a scaly, scorpion-tailed, saber-toothed cryptid found in the African Congolese jungles. At the Brakfontein ridge, Western Cape in South Africa is a cave painting of an unknown creature that fits the description of the Dingonek, right down to its walrus-like tusks.
It is said to be exceedingly territorial and has been known to kill any hippos, crocodiles and even humans, who have had the misfortune of wandering too close to their aquatic nests.
Said to dwell in the rivers and lakes of western Africa, the Dingonek has been described as:
Being grey or red.
3 to 6 metres in length.
Sometimes a long horn.
Tail complete with a bony, dart-like appendage, which is reputed to be able to secrete a deadly poison.
Covered in scaly, mottled epidermis.
The description by John Alfred Jordan, an explorer who said that he actually shot at this unidentified monster in the River Maggori in Kenya in 1907, claimed this scale-covered creature was as big as 18 feet long and had reptilian claws, a spotted back, long tail, and a big head out of which grew large, curved, walrus-like tusks. A shot with a .303 only angered it.
‘So, how’d you… shift?’ Jordan asked, looking around at Derek with a slightly confused expression on his face.
Derek rolled his eyes, but before he could say anything you’d cut across him to explain things to your brother.
‘Anger tends to be the big one,’ you rattled off, having started to look through old supernatural books since it had been suggested Jordan was a supernatural of some kind. ‘But it can be anything really - though the full moon appears to be a pain. Also, they can control it if they concentrate on an anchor.’
Your brother looked at you with a slightly raised eyebrow, but your focus was on Derek, who looked impressed.
‘Can I get the professional’s opinion, please?’ Jordan asked, causing you to hit his shoulder lightly.
‘Actually, that’s right,’ said Derek, sounding slightly taken aback.
‘Well of course,’ you said, smiling smugly as you looked up at him. He smirked at you, nodding slightly as Jordan looked at you slightly dumbfounded.
A/N: I just found the gifs on Google so credit goes to their respective owners, I added the text.
Tom and Jordan are going to be having a COD marathon in Gamer Shore, maybe. I think they’re actually gonna do it because Jordan said he was up for it and Tom invited him over, since he’s gonna be alone after Tucker goes to stay with Sonja.
“What are you doing?” Connor asked frowning,
glancing up at Jude. His boyfriend was standing above him, holding an ancient
looking camera in front of his face. In response to Connor’s question, he
clicked a button and a small piece of paper came out from the bottom of the
camera. Jude took it and looked at it fondly, and Connor couldn’t help but
stare at him in complete awe; how his hair, that was messier than ever (he proudly
took credit for that), fell into his face, how his dark eyes lit up and the
corner of his mouth curled up when he looked at the photo he’d taken.
“Look at your confused face, it’s adorable,”
Jude said and handed the picture to his boyfriend. Connor stared at the
polaroid with the same puzzled expression, which made Jude giggle, so he
snapped another one.
“Hey, stop,” Connor pretended to be mad but he
sit up and grabbed Jude by the waist and tackled him.
Jude landed on the bed with a dull thud and
Connor on top of him. “Hey!” Jude exclaimed, holding onto his camera. Connor
just laughed and sit on Jude’s stomach and took it out of his hand. He observed
it for a while, then spoke up, “This is hands down the most hipster thing you
own. And I’ve seen your wardrobe.”
Jude looked at him with the sassiest face he
could pull. “Shut up and give it back,” he reached for the camera but Connor
held it up above his head where Jude couldn’t get to it.
“I’d rather not,” Connor smirked. “Say
‘cheese’!” Jude rolled his eyes but flashed a smile at his boyfriend and Connor
snapped a photo.
“Show it to me,” Jude said eagerly but Connor
ignored him. He thought it came out quite good but he missed that spark from
Luckily, he had an idea how to achieve what he
wanted. He carefully put the camera down next to Jude’s head, then put his hand
on Jude’s chest and leaned down to kiss him. It was just a peck at first, but
then Jude lifted himself up to his elbows, and passionately pressed their lips
together. Connor’s hands found their way into Jude’s hair as he parted his lips
and slipped his tongue in the boy’s mouth.
Connor didn’t know how long they’d been making
out until he pulled away to catch his breath. Jude’s lips were red and he
looked at him exactly the way he hoped for.
Like he was in love.
Connor’s stomach shifted and he opened his
mouth to say something, but the words wouldn’t want to come out, he was too
scared. He quickly picked up the polaroid camera instead and took another
picture of Jude, which earned him a look of disapproval by the other boy. A
warm feeling swept through Connor’s entire body as he stared at photo of Jude. It
was a bit blurry but Connor couldn’t care less, to him, it was the perfect shot
of the perfect boy.
He caught Jude’s curious glance from the corner
of his eyes, so he showed him the picture. Jude studied it for a little bit,
then softly said, “You can keep it. If you want.”
A cheeky grin spread across Connor’s face. “You
can bet your ass I’m keeping it, Foster.”
“Adams Foster,” Jude corrected as he gathered
the photos and grabbed the camera and put them on his night drawer. He couldn’t
move too much with Connor stranding him but he didn’t mind having him on top of
Connor snorted. “Your name is way too long, Jude
Adams Foster,” he mocked. “Now c’mere,” and he lowered his head and kissed Jude
again. The kiss was slow and sweet at first but something changed when Connor
bit Jude’s lower lip and started sucking on it, making Jude let out a low groan
and tug on Connor’s hair. Connor smiled at his boyfriend’s reaction, then slid
his fingers under Jude’s T-Shirt and put his hands on his bare chest, above his
eyes flew open at the memory that appeared in his dream so vividly. He was
lying in a puddle of his own saliva and he had a pounding headache. He slightly
lifted himself from the bed and looked around in the dark room; it wasn’t his
room, it was Jordan’s. He rubbed his eyes while trying to remember what the
hell happened the night before but like most of the time after drinking, his
mind was blank.
Jordan exclaimed all of a sudden as he pulled the curtains back, making Connor
almost fall off the bed. The daylight poured into the room and Connor had to
cover his eyes.
fuck,” Connor groaned and sat up. Jordan was standing in front of him in last
night’s outfit. He looked worn out, he had dark circles under his eyes and his
hair was messy, which was unusual for him. “I feel like death,” Connor said in
a raspy morning voice and started massaging his temple.
news is you’re not dead but you’re gonna wish you were, dude,” Jordan replied
and awkwardly slid his hands in his pockets.
Oh, shit. Now it wasn’t just his head that was violently
pounding. “How did I get here? And why am I here?” Connor asked apprehensively.
out a sigh. “I thought you wouldn’t remember,” Jordan’s face was unreadable and
that made Connor even more nervous. What the hell could’ve gone down in one
night? “What’s your last memory?”
furrowed his brows, he had to think long and hard about it. “Doing vodka shots
with you in the kitchen. After that, nothing,” he replied honestly.
Jordan blurted and ran his fingers through his hair. “Okay, it’s a good thing
you’re sitting. After the vodka shots, we went into the living room…,” Connor
had a lump in his throat the whole time he was listening to his best friend
telling him what happened that night. How he freaked out after seeing Jude, the
drinking, the crying, his complete breakdown, everything. When Jordan got to
the part where Connor was fighting with his dad, he stopped.
Jordy? What happened?” Connor asked in a muffled voice, fearing the worst.
looked down at his feet. “You said some pretty harsh things, both of you did.
There was a lot of shouting and,” he stopped for a moment and took a deep
breath, “and you basically told him you were gay,” Jordan breathed.
stomach twisted and he suddenly felt dizzy. His worst fear had come true. “What
did he say?” He asked anxiously.
squeezed his eyes shut. “He kicked you out.” It pained him to say those words
to his best friend.
out a whimper, then lay back down on the bed and curled into a ball.
He told him and he kicked him out.
His dad kicked him out.
to cry but his body was so dehydrated he couldn’t, so instead he was just lying
felt Jordan’s touch on his arm. “If it makes you feel any better, I think your
delivery was the problem.”
turned his head and glared at Jordan. “What do you mean?” He questioned weakly.
grimaced. “Should I even tell you this? I probably should. You told him, - and
I’m quoting you here -, ‘I fucked my boyfriend on your precious couch’.”
eyes widened in horror. “Please tell me you’re joking. I mean, I’ll totally
kick your ass but tell me that wasn’t actually
what I said.”
sorry, bro,” Jordan replied apologetically.
took the pillow from underneath his head and buried his face in it. He wanted
to scream but he figured that would probably make his headache worse.
parents won’t be back for a few days and my mom said you can hang here until
then, but…what are you gonna do?” Jordan asked delicately.
Connor grunted, then lowered the pillow. “I need to talk to Jude and my dad. If they want to talk to me, and that’s a
big if, Jordy.”
heaved a sigh of relief and a small smile crept on his face. “I was hoping you
would say that.”
might have called Jude and he might arrive in ten minutes,” he replied,
breath hitched and he sat up straight. “What?! How and why would you do that?”
borrowed your phone, what’s the big deal?” Jordan asked in confusion.
the big deal?! When I said I wanted to talk to him I didn’t mean it like right
now! Besides, what’s the point in talking to Jude before my father?!” Connor burst
out. He couldn’t believe Jordan would do something so stupid.
face turned red. “I just thought you wanted to get him back. I’m sorry,
Connor.” He was genuinely sorry. He might have not understood what Connor saw
in that guy but he figured he was an important person to his friend.
him back and tell him something came up,” Connor said as he stood up and looked
around searching for his shoes. He found them by the door and he started
putting them on.
will hate you if you cancel on him now,”
Jordan stated as he made his way to the door. He leaned against the frame while
Connor was busy tying his shoelaces.
of already does, it won’t make that much of a difference,” Connor replied when
he finished with his shoes. He placed his hands on his friends shoulder and
firmly looked into his eyes when he said, “I have to go home and fix this shit
with my dad, Jordy.”
you even going to say, man?”
know, I guess I’ll just go with the flow,” Connor answered. He didn’t have a
plan, he just wanted to have a one on one, man to man conversation with his
father for once. No bullshit, just the truth.
nodded but he looked worried. “If something goes wrong, just come back here and
we’ll figure out the rest.” Connor smiled softly. If everything else failed, he
could always count on his best friend. “But don’t think I forgot about what I
said last night. My mom said it would be ‘unethical’ for her to treat you since
she’s known you for like ten years but she promised she would find you a great
therapist,” Jordan continued.
Connor whispered. He didn’t want to tell Jordan that there was no way he would
go see a shrink. Maybe some other time. “I need to borrow your car, though.”
go,” and Jordan gave him his keys.
again, for everything,” Connor said, then rushed outside and hopped into
driving fast, he needed to see his dad as soon as possible. His thoughts were
too loud, though, so he turned on the radio. A woman with a quite pleasant voice
was singing and Connor tapped along. He didn’t pay attention to the lyrics
until he had to stop at a red light.
This is my fight song
Take back my life song
Prove I’m alright song
My power’s turned on
Starting right now I’ll be strong
He knew it
was silly but he felt really empowered by that. He was going to fight like hell
to take his life back.