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Meanwhile a pair of interested eyes was watching a silver object fall from the sky. His name was Brant, he had lost his tribe and woman 8 moons ago. He remembered how he had been away only a few days hunting for some fresh meat. When he got back, the camp site was empty, no signs of a battle, it was just empty. Brant had searched for months and never found a trace of them. People in this part of the land were far and few between. He knew it was a matter of time before he was killed or injured. He would rather be killed then die a long painful death from some injury.
Brant was a primitive humanoid being, intelligent with a modest language. He stood eight feet at the shoulder, with massage muscles on on a large frame. Dark hair covered most of his body especially on his legs and chest. He kept his beard cut close to his face. Doing that with one of his sharp obsidian blades. Without women to make cloths, he had ended up cutting holes through the skin of one of the many huge lizards that inhabited the land, making a sort of cover for his body. This was of course after he had cleaned it up and softened it somewhat. He missed his woman, not only for cooking and making clothes, but for her warmth too. Grimly he vowed to get another woman one day.....no matter what.
But for now he thought he would make his way towards where that object had fallen. He knew that area, it was infested with the huge lizards he called, "Dragoons." They were pack hunters, and grew three of his lengths. As he traveled he came across a small stream, he slipped out of his outer garment, leaving him only in his loin cloth, and taking some mud proceeded to cover his body with it. He knew the mud would cover his scent, giving him leave to travel over land rather then sticking to trees and water courses.
Once he was satisfied that he had enough mud plastered over his body, he once again headed for Dragoon country to see what had fallen from the sky.
Brant was a primitive humanoid being, intelligent with a modest language. He stood eight feet at the shoulder, with massage muscles on on a large frame. Dark hair covered most of his body especially on his legs and chest. He kept his beard cut close to his face. Doing that with one of his sharp obsidian blades. Without women to make cloths, he had ended up cutting holes through the skin of one of the many huge lizards that inhabited the land, making a sort of cover for his body. This was of course after he had cleaned it up and softened it somewhat. He missed his woman, not only for cooking and making clothes, but for her warmth too. Grimly he vowed to get another woman one day.....no matter what.
But for now he thought he would make his way towards where that object had fallen. He knew that area, it was infested with the huge lizards he called, "Dragoons." They were pack hunters, and grew three of his lengths. As he traveled he came across a small stream, he slipped out of his outer garment, leaving him only in his loin cloth, and taking some mud proceeded to cover his body with it. He knew the mud would cover his scent, giving him leave to travel over land rather then sticking to trees and water courses.
Once he was satisfied that he had enough mud plastered over his body, he once again headed for Dragoon country to see what had fallen from the sky.
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