@Tal I will trade 2 skull bowl things and a club for firefruit and firefruit seeds! XD
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We seem awfully close to pottery without having discovered it.
I suppose that's true.
My thought process for the Crowe at least was "ey skull holds water somewhat" going to "wait i dropped it on muddy ground...ey, it holds more water now???" to "wait, if we cover the holes with mud, that kinds makes it hold water better" to finally "wait, we left mud skull by fire...ey, that feels kinda hard. dat's nice". XD
I have made my second post for this first round, prob the last post unless our little potato does something crazy to all of us. XD
The Crowe
Day 18, Week 3, Generation 1 (post-sapience)
What was merely a rocky overhang had been built around and upon in the following days since the huntress had returned. In fact, much had occurred since then.
Parts of the bear's torn up pelt were worn by members of the group, carried on their backs or wrapping young for warmth as used by males, or being used to bring back supplies from a hunt or protect from the cold by the females during the day. Larger bones from bears were being chipped around the bottom to make holding them easier as clubs or using them in other ways, whether for smashing up prey and predators...or just cracking something open really, or knocking down strange things from the bushes or trees in the area. Sticks of good kinds were being made sharp to throw or stab at prey with too, with the huntress' stick kept back home to look at and admire. One curious male had managed too find some strange thing near a tree as well, black and under the dirt, but...it tasted like the earth itself while not being dirt. It seemed to go well over the fire too when it came to taste, and even better so with the meat near the fire.
Many animals skulls had too been brought back to plug up and carry water with, though after a time the group had begun to experiment using slick river mud to coat the skulls' outside. Seemed to hold more water that way, and if left in the sun the mud dried decently hard and held water even better! The best mud seemed to come when the rains fell, however, and such times were special to them. They would dance about when the rains came, the blood of the hunt removed from them as they held aloft their skull bowls to the heavens and drank from them. They too all roared along with the crackling thunder in the sky, and cheered when the lightning had given them more fire after striking a nearby tree during one storm. In all of this, the same young huntress from before led them by the matriarch's allowance.
After all, they too would one day be mighty like the roar of the sky, and like the great lights that struck down from the heavens above. They would be cleansed by the water from the sky, made anew in its wetness and drinking the water to take in its strength!
The blood of animals they too had begun to toy with, and many handprints littered the covered wall of the rocky outcropping they lived under. The matriarch had even attempted to make out the image of a bear, merely using the blood from its now non-existent and fully-picked-through corpse. It had been a wondrous, and fascinating thing that the many members of the group had started at for a long time once it was done. Other had then tried to do the same in turn, albeit with very...very....very mixed results.
When cold winds had blown in during their resting, eventually the matriarch had come up with an idea of great fascination after seeing several rocks near them on top of each other near the sticky mud of the river. The huntresses had been moved about to grab these rocks, and some of the males fiddled with them until they fit together like the matriarch had seen. Some had then packed mud in the cracks and over them, after the wind still came through the rocks, and the fire inside seemed to make it dry faster there. It all made the wind stop coming in so much, made fire more warm, and made Crowe much less cold too during the night when using pelts for warmth.
So too had the group begin to grow. The matriarch had gotten closer to the young huntress who had brought them the roar of the sky, aand they had spent many hunts and nights together. Eventually, though, the two had mated for many nights. From this, they all knew, new life could one day be born into the world anew! One born to the strong blood of the great huntress and the mighty matriarch. It was a cause of celebration that day when the morning had come, and some of the others had mated between the males and females that day in celebration. Others had gone out to catch more meat for putting near to the fire, some of the males had dug up these earthy things from under the dirt as well as many sticks to feed the glowing fire in their home.
Then a great storm had come, perhaps the sky roaring its approval of their matriarch and the young huntress once more, and they had drunk from the bowls of skull and mud in celebration once more! Off came the old blood of the day's celebratory hunts, and in came the water of the skies and the great light sent by the heavens! What a great day it was to be, what a great occasion. The young huntress had paraded about her blood-caked sharpened stick during this special time, as they had all roared aloud once more, before all had returned to their home as the darkness of night had come upon them again to rest.
Because the next day, their huntresses would begin to scour about the area beyond their hunting grounds for the first real time. They had seen hints that more prey could exist beyond, and that had begun ideas. More prey would mean more pelts, more food, and more skulls to celebrate with as the sky roared. That much, at least, was a basic reason to explore...though they too felt the lingering sense of curiosity, the desire to look beyond and see what lied even farther from their home.
Link
The dilapidated and seemingly near-abandoned nature of the town itself sent a familiar vibe running up and down the Hylian champion's spine. Recollections of what Hyrule Castle and Castle Town had looked like with Ganon's corruption...even how it felt was dead similar in an eerie manner. The only difference was that this place had inhabitants still mulling about, there were not angry robots trying to blast any person in sight, and the people not even blinking at several odd figures having stepped out from a carriage whose door went to another world. It was enough to make Link keep a tight grip on his sword and shield, though as the others funneled in through the door he decided to do a little something. The first thing, usually, that he'd do upon getting into a new place if he wasn't outright attacked....
...talk.
"Sir, what would happen to be going on in this place?" the Hylian said, after calmly approaching the old man sitting there with his...suspicious smile amidst the evil-torn town. Even the Master Sword was giving off the faintest of glows, for that matter, in reaction to it all.
Fun fact for the weekend:
One of my backup ideas was a bunch of rolli bois based off of the below-
One of my backup ideas was a bunch of rolli bois based off of the below-
@6slyboy6 Hider at the bottom was added! Apologies for forgetting that, got home not too long ago from going out for my mom's birthday dinner. ^^;
Also, i have posted! I...ah...i hope this post works. Wanted to take an individual approach to the Crowe "awakening" the spark of true sapience and recognition, and i felt fitting for them would be a bloody victory wrought from a surprising hunt. A life or death situation, leading to the opening of the eyes of a race that before was just animals (well, humans with beastly eyes and claws where fingernails would be). But still! XD
The Crowe
The young huntress panted, her quivering and labored breaths appearing in the cool high-altitude air like small puffs of steam. From where she lied upon the ground, she might as well have been as dead as the bear that now lied next to her in the same pool of blood. Its great brown and hulking hide had only mere seconds ago been hefting itself upon her, having intruded upon the young female Crowe's freshly killed stag. But in the heat of the moment...with her life and hunt on the line...something had clicked in the young female's head.
She grabbed for a nearby branch, straight enough on its length and after then jaggedly sharp on the broken end, and jammed it upwards towards the towering predator before her. It was an action that had felt as natural as breathing, though initially she hadn't understood why she'd done such a thing. But as the mighty beast had landed upon the stick, the wood had dug in deep to the beast's hide as its weight pushed it down upon it. The red blood of life had flowed freely upon the huntress below, upon the stick, and upon the ground. It had taken all the young female's strength to merely twist the stick inside and wrench the leveraged weight of the bear to make it fall to the side with a thunderous CRASH!!!
...Then there was silence, cold and empty, until eventually the rain began to patter down and fall from the grayed skies above.
The young female felt her breathing begin to slow, but as it did she pulled up a hand in front of her eyes. It was a right hand, but it was...her hand. The young female's eyes seemed too suddenly glow with a spark, a spark of curiosity and recognition that hadn't been there before. She began to slowly look over her hand, as if fascinated by the entirely new realization that this was "her" hand, before sitting up in the pool of the bear's blood and looking upon herself. That bare physical form, primal as any animal, yet suddenly all the more fascinating. The huntress began to touch her other arm, her legs, her chest, and other parts of her body as the sensation of touch and "self" crept ever inwards with a newfound sense of recognition.
She could feel the touch of the rain too, the water that came from the sky, and could see as it washed off some of the animal blood that had clung to her skin. She slowly began to stand once more, before slowly looking to the sharp branch still stuck inside of the bear. After a moment of contemplation, she pulled out the stick and held it in her hands once more. Some organ of the bear was stuck to the end in pieces, and it was covered in blood...the huntress took a wary bite of the severed flesh after a moment. Her eyes then widened, as further realization about this stick and what she had done finally clicked into her mind in turn.
The world seemed to open up before the young female's eyes more and more, more than it ever had been for her species since their evolution. She was herself. The rain was...cold, but wet. The blood of this bear was wet...yet warm. Its fur was soft, the stick's end was pointy...there was so much she hadn't yet grasped that was to be seen. To be felt.
A goofy grin came to the female Crowe's face, as she hefted the bloody branch towards the grayed skies, a clap of thunder striking not a moment after as she let out a resounding and triumphal "ROAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA" into the heavens.
She could roar to the heavens like the bear had roared, and like the sky had always roared above them. She could overcome the bear, with its size and larger claws than those on her soft-skinned hands. Who was to say the sky was not next? Who was to say this bear's lifeless husk could not be of more use than mere "food" either?
The huntress would soon began to drag back the bear and the stag she had slain.
She would bring to her people what she had learned, and what she had realized. Their eyes soon too would begin to open with the glimmer of wisdom as the felt the stick, touched the blood, felt the rain on their skin for the first time, and listened to the victorious cry of the huntress. Indeed, life for the Crowe would never be the same again.
Long had they feared the bear, but no longer would she fear it. Once they had feared the roar of the skies themselves...but no longer would they have to fear the roar of the skies! Perhaps the sky roared for them as it had once done for the bear, and rang its thunderous call over their victory over the bear! Their strength would prove mightier than even the largest beasts of their very lush and temperate home, which sat at a high altitude up close to the heavens!
In the many days following, the slain bear would itself too prove the beginnings for much more for the Crowe to discover.
From its soft and warm fur, sections would be experimentally torn off and kept close. Its largest bones were used to smash smaller prey over the head. Its blood left a strange print on the wall of the rocky overhang the group was living under.
Other gathered sticks had sparked when rubbed together by accident, producing a painful heat....one they had begun to see the use of. Fire. The glowing, beating heart of the world they looked upon with a naive fascination. Meat close to fire seemed to also taste better, and fire made the larger beasts keep away and hurt them.
More branches too, sharpened using claws and rocks on the broken end, seemed to make more mighty Basic Tools with which to pierce the hide of the formerly mighty bear from up close or afar. The skull of the mighty beast, when dipped in the flowing river nearby, would too hold the liquid within it...an unexpected but amazing sight. It could hold more so when the holes in it were filled with leaves or dirt.
So much to see, so much to devour, so much to feel...for the Crowe, like others in their world, it was like everything had been born anew...much like how the rain had washed the huntress anew after her hunt.
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