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The sun shines lazily over the marshy fields of what was prehistoric Britain.
The clouds slowly moving with the constant flow of humid air around the landscape. Birds fly with grace as they circle over the large trees that have grown near the banks, leaves rustling like its whispering secrets for the winds to carry far away.
A creature, whose existence has been long forgotten by the present time, roars from a distance.
Its kind soon follows the leader, galloping farther away and into the forests.
There was nothing special at the moment.
It was just nature going on with its daily business, as it has been doing for millions of years ever since earth has accepted the idea of growing complex species.
It was quiet then, with the constant sound of rustling leaves and the occasional bubbling from the nearby marsh.
It was boring.
It was killing Thord.
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The sun was still high when Thord completed what he would recall his ughmpteh time (their numbers were a bit off, but its nineteenth) walking the circular path around their shelter. His temper increases in irritation by each step, as he tried to find a solution that can quench his thirst to do something.
Maybe he could prank Tum by placing a wild lamprey in the man’s water container fresh from the marshy water.
It turns out that he has done it with Maht (the poor guy could not go drink from their container without trembling so much), the results were undeniably hilarious but his other friends are now aware that they may be his next target.
Another idea popped in his head, where he would go deeper into the forest that is farther from their common hunting grounds and maybe catch an elusive creature that he could use to brag.
Then he remembers that recently Edg was chased by an energetic pack of what they would call “Kayotes” deep into uncharted territory where his friend wandered aimlessly as the sun rose and sunk two times.
He looks at the sky as he places his right over his eyes, to cover as much sunlight that tries to make him blind.
A few clouds were seen being gently carried by the wind to the great beyond with the endless blue sky. When none were seen big enough to provide shade, Thord just fell down and tried to make himself comfortable with the patches of grass and small rocks on the grown.
He closes his eyes and starts to comb through his horn-like hair with his hands. His messy red wool clothing rattled with the wind blowing over it, seemingly trying to carry it with Thord.
The man just mumbled a bunch of incoherent words and grumbles, before trying to think of ideas that may seem suitable.
Fishing on the marshes would be amazing with life teeming below, just that he was not allowed to without someone guarding him.
Maybe collecting wood for the fire would give him exercise but considering what he did a while ago made him feel lazy.
Making items from the shiny materials Maht seem to bring from his daily escapades were too boring.
Collecting food seemed to be the perfect choice, just as when he remembered that Tum has went to the woods to hunt.
His train of thought was startled by the sudden pain he received, causing him to open his eyes instantly and greeted by the bright light of the sun.
Wonderful strings of curses flew from his mouth, accent mizing with it easily.
“JӔVAL!”
“LOMPFT”
“URGBLEORG”
His hands immediately blocking the intruding rays from the sun who seemed to be laughing at Thord’s misery.
The pain came from his head, where an ant the size of his nail bit him unexpectedly. He flicked it of while grumbling more than ever. A scowl was deeply carved into his face, his eyebrows crunching and his eyes boring into anything he sees.
He walks back to his shelter, where he decided he would just sleep for the rest of the day.
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Edg was possibly the most creative out of the group.
He recently created a small handle, inticrately desinged with arrangenments of the very day things they see around them, that is connected with something that he calls “Glags” that allows the user to see their reflection (much to Maht’s enjoyment). The other three were amazed that at such invention that they let Edg do most of the creating while they gathered materials for him to make them into useful items.
At the moment, he was looking at the ground just outside their shelter with an intense stare and his trusty stick. The drawing was a bit scattered which provide an unclear interpretation of Edg’s idea, but his eyes seem to twinkle each time he gently pokes certain parts with th e stick as if he was telling them their roles for the project.
Then Thord enters with the same scowl he had earlier, greeting Edg with a small “hmph” before entering his room.
Edg surprised at his friend’s sudden flurry of emotion placed his stick gently near his drawing and follows him to his room.
He finds Thord lying down with his eyes open, no indications of sleepiness but of dullness and exasperation.
His friend notices his sudden appearance and lies at his side where Edg would not see his face clearly.
He hears a soft mumble before he tries asking what was wrong with his friend. He takes a step closer with care knowing that his friend’s temper can end up exploding on him.
Thord heavily sighs, turning around to sit on the “bed”, before explaing to Edg that he needs at least some sort of entertainment that can keep his taste for adventure satisfied. After talking for what seems a long time, Thord finally finishes and Edg looks at the ground. Edg’s head suddenly bursting with ideas that seem of great interest, however they were not enough that might be able to satisy Thord’s problems.
“Glhwat doh lhug leems interdog in , Thord?” (What do you seem interested in Thord?) Edg asks with his voice filled with determination.
“Guuhhh, imvoing a tlot” (Ummmm, moving a lot) his friend responded with a bland tone.
They stayed like this for a few moments, the silence suddenly felt heavy on Thord as he eyes his friend with confusion.
Suddenly, Edg snapped his fingers and with a smile that seemed to reach his ears ran to the entrance of their shelter, leaving Thord more confused than before.
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Thord quickly stood up and tried to follow his friend. The sun was setting in the distance, enough to provide light for the whole area. He scans the area with eagle eyes and finds his friend carrying a lot of short logs and numerous vines, while trodding slowly out of the forest and to their shelter.
If Thord was more confused a while ago, lets say he gave up on trying to comprehend what his energetic friend was doing.
When Edg finally arrived, he gently places the things he got onto the ground and arranges them in an orderly manner. He takes the wood and arranges them to form two columns, as he chips away extra wood so that the logs seem clean. Some logs wer left and he places them between the columns, connecting them together stuff Thord has only seen now. He then proceeds to take the vines and tie the logs together with it.The loose ends of the vines are expertly tied with precision, and soon Edg walks to Thord so that they may marvel at Edgs newly made invention.
“Ugah de guhasu?”(What doyou think?) Edg asks his his friend who had the experssion of I-know-you’re-trying-to-help-me-but-wth-is-this face. Seeing the face his friend made, he walks toward the invention and places his foot gingerly on it. The invention moves everytime Edg moves his feet forward or backward, his smile increasing as he repeats his simple steps multiple times.
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When Thord would not still react, Edg gives an exasperated sigh and carries the heavy invention with ease. He grabs his friends hand and they walk gingerly towards a nearby hill. It was steep but not high enough which would them a long time to climb, perfect for Edg’s invention.
The sun was almost setting down when they reached the top of the hill. He places the invention near the edge at the direction of the forest and pats on it, advising Thord to sit on it. His friend looks at him as if he was mad, shaking his head and looking at the friend with a terrified glare.
“Ghaough doh I nowgh sihgt gafes?” (How do I know it’s safe?)Thord questions his friend, worried that it may break down at the middle of the ride. His friend giggles at his question as if he was asking if he will be fed to a bunch of Kayotes.
“Ughill Tum douhg a guhps.” (I’ll tell Tum you’re a scaredy cat) Edg replied with a smirk at his face.
“Doh ghont egaunhs min kwaghustion” (You’re not answering my question) Thord replies with a bit of anger laced in his words.
“Augoh, augoh det einfs. Dein oughk leited louteghlt on loahugs” (Yah, yah it is. I secure the vines properlly on the logs) Edg replies impatiently. He continues to pat on top of the invention before Thord sighs and reluctantly sits on top of it. Seeing that Thord was very much on the edge, Edg gives him words of advise to hold on some of the loose vines that act as reins and finally gives him a bundle of grass tied for some reason.
“Ughhhh havred det goarhu’ (Uhhhh whats this for?) Thord asks , his eyes examining it carefully.
“Dein odnts, de aughfid aught” (I don’t know, you find out) Edg answers, before pushing the invention with force.
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Thord wanted to praise Edg for his works. What was once fear turned into pure adrenaline , as the invention moves downward with increasing speed. He was laughing with joy as he felt more alive than ever, the winds blowing past his face with vigor.
He admires the changing landscape as the sun starts to dip down, casting soft orange glow to the environment. The invention slowed a bit once it reached flat ground but still went at a fast rate.
Thord could only laugh and cheer in glee as he continued to relish what could be one of his best moments in life.
He will surely do this again tomorrow, maybe with the whole gang by his side as they go down the hill again and again.
Its times like this that Thord just wanted to stay at this state of bliss forever.
Maybe a bit too deep for him to think about.
Complex for him and his friends, maybe more complex than Edg’s inventions.
He’ll stick with his normal mindest.
But it would’nt hurt to think about it.
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Bonus*
Carrying his basket of wild plants and meat carefully, Tum is about to the exit of the forest when he hears the loud cheers from Thord.
He grumbles at the thought of his friend doing another joke at them, and continues to exit the forest carefully. His brushes of his blue clothing so that he may look at least neat to his friends. The loud rumble and the the yell of garbled words became louder once he finished fixing his clothing.
What happened next surprises him.
He felt sheer impact from something that hit him so hard and effectively launched him and the rider to a nearby tree. Tum took the brunt while the rider landed on him, earning a pained groan from Tum If it wasn't for Tum’s strength and tolerance then his body would have been a complete mush by now.
Grumbling angrily, he pushes the stranger away and tries to stand up. His vision was wobbly after the strong impact, but nevertheless it was fine.
A soft groan appeared nearby him,it took his attention and allowed him to inspect the source of the noise.
His anger soon began to boil at this point.
Thord was sitting on the ground, the basket laid goofily on his head with the plants and meat laid on the dirty ground.
His friend took the basket off his head and tries to fix his messed up hair. Only when Tum coughed, did he get Thord’s attention who smiled sheepishly at him.
“Ummhhm, dei oagh eplorbdhg” (Uhmmm I can explain) Thord said, fear growing inside him as he could only look at Tum whose face had a murederous glare and was closing dangerously near him.
Lets say Thord survived until the end of Tum’s rant with a few bruises and Edg making his new invention more controllable.
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Heh