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kiramaru7Title: The Tale of the Wayward Elf
Author: kira
Word Count: 2518
World: The forests north of the capital city of Madrona
Main Characters: Soaring Eagle, Black Dog, Rabbit, Little Fox, Fierce like Panther, Flaming Arrow, Storm Chaser, mention of Little Hawk, various Elves.
Rating: T for mention of character death
Borrow: no
Summary: While out on a hunt, Soaring Eagle finds something other than the deer the hunting party was stalking…
Author’s note: Madrona is a post apocalyptic world, set mainly in Europe, in what is a new renaissance. In Madrona they are a few groups of people who are named after legendary as well as mythological people. Elves and the Amazons are two such people. Elves live in the northwest part of Madrona; they live off the land like Native Americans and other indigenous people. They’re thought to be the descendants of hippies and other free spirits.
Author’s note 2: Special thanks to kat, for letting me borrow the elves
For Kat...
Soaring Eagle hunkered down and examined the deer scat and tracks in front of him. They appeared to be fresh, maybe an hour, or two at the most, old and he grinned as he stood up. He turned at waved at Black Dog and the rest of the pack to attract their attention, not that he needed to as his shock of white hair was hard to miss against the green foliage of his surroundings. Black Dog trotted over to him. “There’s a small herd not too far from here. At this time of year, I’d say it’s mostly does and fawns.”
Black Dog resisted the urge to cover his face with his hand. Rubbing tiredly between his eyes, he said, “You don’t say.”
Soaring Eagle beamed at him. “I do!” Falling suddenly silent, he cocked his head to the side. “Sssh… I hear them coming,” he whispered. Treading lightly towards the rustling in the bushes, Soaring Eagle went after the deer, trusting the others to follow.
“You know, your boyfriend maybe a good tracker, hell, I’d say he was right up there with Panther, but he’s dumber than dirt,” Black Dog said.
“How many times do I have to tell you he’s not my boyfriend,” Rabbit said as he stalked off after Soaring Eagle. “I can’t believe I agreed to this,” he grumbled as he stomped along.
Whatever Black Dog was going to say, died on his lips when they heard a “Hello!” coming from Soaring Eagle’s direction. He held up a hand, halting his pack. “What the hell did that idiot do now?” Black Dog heaved a long suffering sigh.
Soaring Eagle grinned at the boy he had found. Small and scrawny, it was hard to tell how old he was, but he had to be at least in his teens if he was out on a hunting party. “Where’s your tribe?” he asked as the boy struggled in his grip.
“Leave me alone!” the boy said as he stared up into the palest blue eyes he had ever seen. The rest of the man seemed unnaturally pale too, but he figured it was because he was old.
“Hey, I’m not gonna hurt you, but if you’re lost, maybe we can help you find them.”
“Whatch ya got there, Eagle?”
“A boy!” Soaring Eagle beamed as he tightened hi grip on the boy.
Black Dog, amused, nodded. “What’s your tribe, boy?” he asked.
“I ain’t got one!” the boy said sullenly. He continued struggling to get away to no avail.
“Got a name, boy?”
“No!”
“Everyone’s got a name.”
“I don’t! Now let me go!” He pulled against Soaring Eagle’s grip, falling on his arse when the man abruptly let go.
Soaring Eagle hunkered down to help him up. “You okay?”
The boy glared at him.
“Eagle, he looks like he’s from the East Wind Tribe. Maybe we can trade him for some fish or something,” Black Dog said. The Elves, calling themselves the East Wind Tribe, lived near a large river and they were skilled fishermen and duck hunters. While their territories did not overlap, they were close enough that they often traded with each other, especially during the winter when hunting was lean and the tribes in the area converged on their winter grounds.
“I’m not an East Winder!”
“Okay, so what’s your name? I’m Soaring Eagle and that’s- HEY! What was that for?” Soaring Eagle rubbed his arse as he glared up at Black Dog, who had just kicked him there.
“What the hell are you telling him your name for, dumbass?” Rabbit said. He was hungry, itchy from numerous bug bites, and he wished he was back at the lodge, getting bossed around by Fierce like Panther while he watched her son, Storm Chaser, as suddenly that was a lot more fun than this.
The boy looked up in surprise. He figured the old man must be senile if he was throwing his name around like that. The others he was not too sure of, but he felt as though he could trust the old man for the moment.
“I’m telling him cuz he’s in our tribe now,” Soaring Eagle said. He pulled the boy to his feet and dusted him off.
“I’m… I’m Little Fox,” the boy said.
Black Dog snorted. “He’s your responsibility, Eagle.” He looked at Little Fox. “I’m Black Dog, that’s Rabbit, Wading River...” He introduced the rest of his pack. “Come,” he said, turning to leave.
“What about the hunt?” Rabbit said as he folded his arms across his chest.
Black Dog gave him a look that said, “You’ve got to be kidding me.” Shaking his head, he said, “I thought you wanted to go home.”
“I do… but I’m hungry and Panther’s gonna be pissed if we don’t bring her something for the stewpot.”
Black Dog sighed. “Fine. Time to earn your keep, boy.”
“It’s Little Fox,” he said sullenly.
“Come on, Little Fox, let’s go find those deer,” Soaring Eagle said as he herded the boy in the direction he had come from.
Little Fox nodded. The old man was definitely senile in his humble opinion, as he was going to take off as soon as he could. However, when the moment arrived and Soaring Eagle let go, he found himself staying put. Something he half-remembered his father saying about being kind to others, especially the old, sick, and mentally deficient, made him feel guilty about leaving Soaring Eagle behind. The fact that he insisted Little Fox was now a part of his tribe also factored into it as the other tribes he had encountered in his search for adventure either chased him away or tried to capture him for use as cheap labor.
Little Fox paused and cocked his head to the side as he listened to some inner voice. The Spirits of the Land often spoke to him and it was the main reason he had left his tribe. While he was falling asleep about two months ago, they simply told him to leave. Now they were telling him where the deer were and that it was alright to trust these people. “Eagle…”
“What?”
“The deer are at the meadow’s edge.”
“Yeah?”
Little Fox nodded. Afraid of being cast out before he even had a chance to be a part of this tribe, he said, “I saw them when I was coming here,” instead of telling them the Spirits told him their location. He started walking in that direction.
“Sweet! This way, Black Dog!” Soaring Eagle said as he took off after the boy.
The pack followed and it was not long before they found the deer. They had moved from the edge of the meadow to a copse of trees where it appeared they would spend the day until night began to fall. Black Dog gave the signal and the pack pulled their skins up over their heads. They moved slowly trying to appear like another small herd. A doe barked at them, the rest of herd looking up in alert, and only relaxing when the hunters pretended to lie down at the edge of the forest. The two best hunters, Wading River and Grey Wolf crawled forward through the tall meadow grass, inching their way forward so as to get close enough to the herd without startling them. The rest waited with their spear throwers once the herd scattered. Since they were farther away, they relied on their atlatls to help throw their spears.
Little Fox muttered softly to himself as he called upon the Spirits for help. They seemed to whisper in his ear, voices as soft as the summer breeze. Another doe barked, this time in alarm and the herd scattered. He stood there by Soaring Eagle’s side, watching as the hunters took down two does and a fawn. He silently thanked the Spirits for their help, and looking up at the white haired Elf next to him, he added his thanks for making the old man easily accept him into the tribe and for convincing the others to do so as well.
Soaring Eagle looked down, meeting the boy’s dark, limpid gaze. “We’re gonna eat good tonight, Little Fox!” He grinned.
Little Fox nodded, a faint, tiny smile tugging his lips upwards in a brief smile. He was tired of scavenging for food and if his new found protector was going to give him handouts, then he was not about to refuse them. With that in mind he eagerly went to assist the others in bringing the deer back to camp.
Later that evening, Little Fox had to endure the same questions and ribbing he got over being Soaring Eagle’s “pet” that he had when he first entered the camp. As a somewhat accepted member of the Tribe, he sat with Soaring Eagle’s friends around the Great Fire in the middle of camp. His belly full with the first decent meal he had had since leaving his own people, Little Fox stole shy, curious looks at the others. He noticed the young women of the tribe liked to flirt with Black Dog, while ignoring the one called Rabbit and Soaring Eagle, although Soaring Eagle did his best to get the girls to notice him. Then there was the one who clung to the shadows that the others called Walking Fire and apparently he was some sort of pet of Rabbit’s, although Little Fox was not sure, since Rabbit kept on changing the subject whenever anyone referred to him. The Tribe’s old shaman, Flaming Arrow, he figured was like himself, a friend simply because he belonged to someone and in the shaman’s case, it was Fierce like Panther. Looking over at her, Little Fox was amazed to see what he supposed was her normally stern expression soften whenever she gazed at her sleeping son. Little Fox thought the man was ancient until he realized that he was actually as old as he mistook Soaring Eagle for, the latter only looking old because of his paleness and his seeming senility was just a simple and easy going nature. He was just a fool in the company of those who had no place for foolishness, but he was tolerated and that gave Little Fox a measure of hope that he would be tolerated as well for as long as he stuck around.
Something one of the others had said caught Little Fox’s attention. “Who’s Little Hawk?” he asked.
“An idiot just like the rest of them,” Fierce like Panther replied, a hint of sadness in her bitter tone. She carefully rose to her feet, clutching the sleeping baby to her breast. “Come, Old Man,” she said to her husband.
Flaming Arrow stood. He tossed a sympathetic glance Little Fox’s way. “’night,” he said, and turning on his heel, he headed off towards his lodge with his wife.
“Little Hawk…” Rabbit began. He sighed sadly.
“Little Hawk was Panther’s brother. He… he uh, died,” Black Dog said.
“Oh…”
“Yeah,” Soaring Eagle chimed in. “He died on a great adventure! I remembered it happened two winters ago! He just kinda wandered away from camp, like you did,” he elbowed Little Fox in the ribs, “although he wasn’t as lucky.” He grinned at the boy.
Little Fox nodded. He listened to the tale Soaring Eagle spun, noting the way Black Dog and Rabbit often exchanged glances. Rabbit’s quiet sadness was not lost on him the way it was on Soaring Eagle and he mentally shook his head at the man’s denseness.
“Yeah, Little Hawk had a head for adventure; it’s a pity he never made it back alive.” Soaring Eagle sighed. “He was a good friend, wasn’t he, Rabbit?”
Rabbit rubbed tiredly at his eyes, trying to discreetly wipe away the tears that made his eyes suddenly smart. “Yeah. Anyway, I… I gotta go,” he said as he stood up to leave. “Every time Storm Chaser makes a peep I’ve gotta get up and tend to him.”
Black Dog snorted. “Yeah, he’s a good little wet nurse. See ya in the morning, Rabbit.”
Rabbit nodded, before melting into the shadows.
Little Fox, cocking his head to the side, listened to the Spirits of Land while the other two talked; or rather Black Dog scolded Soaring Eagle for bringing up Little Hawk. From what the Spirits said, Little Hawk was alive and that was why the others were so sad. Unfortunately, they never explained why his adopted Tribe believed him to be dead and Little Fox wisely kept his mouth shut, instead of asking Black Dog about it. Guiding him throughout his short life, they had never steered him wrong, so if they had wanted him to know he would know.
He stared into the flames, seeing glimpses of his own adventure unfolding. Images of himself and Soaring Eagle mingled with those of two little boys, who looked more like Townspeople than Elves. Sometimes he would see his father and remember the man’s pain and anguish whenever he mentioned the Spirits, other times he would see Soaring Eagle’s goofy grin as snatches of stories he knew the man would eventually tell him rang in his head, until a log crackled and popped, pulling him from the Spirit World. Little Fox yawned.
“I think you’d better take him back to your tent before he falls asleep in the fire, Eagle,” Black Dog said. He glanced over to where Morning Star and Blossom stood; holding onto to each other and giving him twin come-hither looks. He stood up and stretched. “I’ll be there in a minute, ladies,” he said to them, getting a girlish giggle in reply. “Good night.”
Soaring Eagle also stood up. He held out his hand to Little Fox. “Let’s go, boy.”
Little Fox took it, letting himself be hauled to his feet. He was suddenly a lot more tired than he had thought, leaning on Soaring Eagle, when he slung his arm around him as he guided the boy back to his tent. It was on the outskirts of the camp and Soaring Eagle, being a bit of an outcast as half the Tribe thought he was simple; the other being sure he was crazy, lived on the fringe of their society. As they walked through the maze of tents and lodges, Little Fox wondered if the man was as lonely as he was and if that was another reason the Spirits of Land had brought them together. When they finally reached Soaring Eagle’s tent, Little Fox was surprised to see it actually was a tent and not a lean-to like he figured he had. Crawling inside after him, Little Fox lay down on the pile of sleeping furs next to him. It was going to hot, the warm summer’s night already hinting at that, but the thought of going to sleep next to someone, who genuinely cared about him, was such a good one that Little Fox happily snuggled up next to Soaring Eagle. What made it even better was the Spirits of Land were quiet as he drifted off to sleep.
Author: kira
Word Count: 2518
World: The forests north of the capital city of Madrona
Main Characters: Soaring Eagle, Black Dog, Rabbit, Little Fox, Fierce like Panther, Flaming Arrow, Storm Chaser, mention of Little Hawk, various Elves.
Rating: T for mention of character death
Borrow: no
Summary: While out on a hunt, Soaring Eagle finds something other than the deer the hunting party was stalking…
Author’s note: Madrona is a post apocalyptic world, set mainly in Europe, in what is a new renaissance. In Madrona they are a few groups of people who are named after legendary as well as mythological people. Elves and the Amazons are two such people. Elves live in the northwest part of Madrona; they live off the land like Native Americans and other indigenous people. They’re thought to be the descendants of hippies and other free spirits.
Author’s note 2: Special thanks to kat, for letting me borrow the elves
For Kat...
Soaring Eagle hunkered down and examined the deer scat and tracks in front of him. They appeared to be fresh, maybe an hour, or two at the most, old and he grinned as he stood up. He turned at waved at Black Dog and the rest of the pack to attract their attention, not that he needed to as his shock of white hair was hard to miss against the green foliage of his surroundings. Black Dog trotted over to him. “There’s a small herd not too far from here. At this time of year, I’d say it’s mostly does and fawns.”
Black Dog resisted the urge to cover his face with his hand. Rubbing tiredly between his eyes, he said, “You don’t say.”
Soaring Eagle beamed at him. “I do!” Falling suddenly silent, he cocked his head to the side. “Sssh… I hear them coming,” he whispered. Treading lightly towards the rustling in the bushes, Soaring Eagle went after the deer, trusting the others to follow.
“You know, your boyfriend maybe a good tracker, hell, I’d say he was right up there with Panther, but he’s dumber than dirt,” Black Dog said.
“How many times do I have to tell you he’s not my boyfriend,” Rabbit said as he stalked off after Soaring Eagle. “I can’t believe I agreed to this,” he grumbled as he stomped along.
Whatever Black Dog was going to say, died on his lips when they heard a “Hello!” coming from Soaring Eagle’s direction. He held up a hand, halting his pack. “What the hell did that idiot do now?” Black Dog heaved a long suffering sigh.
Soaring Eagle grinned at the boy he had found. Small and scrawny, it was hard to tell how old he was, but he had to be at least in his teens if he was out on a hunting party. “Where’s your tribe?” he asked as the boy struggled in his grip.
“Leave me alone!” the boy said as he stared up into the palest blue eyes he had ever seen. The rest of the man seemed unnaturally pale too, but he figured it was because he was old.
“Hey, I’m not gonna hurt you, but if you’re lost, maybe we can help you find them.”
“Whatch ya got there, Eagle?”
“A boy!” Soaring Eagle beamed as he tightened hi grip on the boy.
Black Dog, amused, nodded. “What’s your tribe, boy?” he asked.
“I ain’t got one!” the boy said sullenly. He continued struggling to get away to no avail.
“Got a name, boy?”
“No!”
“Everyone’s got a name.”
“I don’t! Now let me go!” He pulled against Soaring Eagle’s grip, falling on his arse when the man abruptly let go.
Soaring Eagle hunkered down to help him up. “You okay?”
The boy glared at him.
“Eagle, he looks like he’s from the East Wind Tribe. Maybe we can trade him for some fish or something,” Black Dog said. The Elves, calling themselves the East Wind Tribe, lived near a large river and they were skilled fishermen and duck hunters. While their territories did not overlap, they were close enough that they often traded with each other, especially during the winter when hunting was lean and the tribes in the area converged on their winter grounds.
“I’m not an East Winder!”
“Okay, so what’s your name? I’m Soaring Eagle and that’s- HEY! What was that for?” Soaring Eagle rubbed his arse as he glared up at Black Dog, who had just kicked him there.
“What the hell are you telling him your name for, dumbass?” Rabbit said. He was hungry, itchy from numerous bug bites, and he wished he was back at the lodge, getting bossed around by Fierce like Panther while he watched her son, Storm Chaser, as suddenly that was a lot more fun than this.
The boy looked up in surprise. He figured the old man must be senile if he was throwing his name around like that. The others he was not too sure of, but he felt as though he could trust the old man for the moment.
“I’m telling him cuz he’s in our tribe now,” Soaring Eagle said. He pulled the boy to his feet and dusted him off.
“I’m… I’m Little Fox,” the boy said.
Black Dog snorted. “He’s your responsibility, Eagle.” He looked at Little Fox. “I’m Black Dog, that’s Rabbit, Wading River...” He introduced the rest of his pack. “Come,” he said, turning to leave.
“What about the hunt?” Rabbit said as he folded his arms across his chest.
Black Dog gave him a look that said, “You’ve got to be kidding me.” Shaking his head, he said, “I thought you wanted to go home.”
“I do… but I’m hungry and Panther’s gonna be pissed if we don’t bring her something for the stewpot.”
Black Dog sighed. “Fine. Time to earn your keep, boy.”
“It’s Little Fox,” he said sullenly.
“Come on, Little Fox, let’s go find those deer,” Soaring Eagle said as he herded the boy in the direction he had come from.
Little Fox nodded. The old man was definitely senile in his humble opinion, as he was going to take off as soon as he could. However, when the moment arrived and Soaring Eagle let go, he found himself staying put. Something he half-remembered his father saying about being kind to others, especially the old, sick, and mentally deficient, made him feel guilty about leaving Soaring Eagle behind. The fact that he insisted Little Fox was now a part of his tribe also factored into it as the other tribes he had encountered in his search for adventure either chased him away or tried to capture him for use as cheap labor.
Little Fox paused and cocked his head to the side as he listened to some inner voice. The Spirits of the Land often spoke to him and it was the main reason he had left his tribe. While he was falling asleep about two months ago, they simply told him to leave. Now they were telling him where the deer were and that it was alright to trust these people. “Eagle…”
“What?”
“The deer are at the meadow’s edge.”
“Yeah?”
Little Fox nodded. Afraid of being cast out before he even had a chance to be a part of this tribe, he said, “I saw them when I was coming here,” instead of telling them the Spirits told him their location. He started walking in that direction.
“Sweet! This way, Black Dog!” Soaring Eagle said as he took off after the boy.
The pack followed and it was not long before they found the deer. They had moved from the edge of the meadow to a copse of trees where it appeared they would spend the day until night began to fall. Black Dog gave the signal and the pack pulled their skins up over their heads. They moved slowly trying to appear like another small herd. A doe barked at them, the rest of herd looking up in alert, and only relaxing when the hunters pretended to lie down at the edge of the forest. The two best hunters, Wading River and Grey Wolf crawled forward through the tall meadow grass, inching their way forward so as to get close enough to the herd without startling them. The rest waited with their spear throwers once the herd scattered. Since they were farther away, they relied on their atlatls to help throw their spears.
Little Fox muttered softly to himself as he called upon the Spirits for help. They seemed to whisper in his ear, voices as soft as the summer breeze. Another doe barked, this time in alarm and the herd scattered. He stood there by Soaring Eagle’s side, watching as the hunters took down two does and a fawn. He silently thanked the Spirits for their help, and looking up at the white haired Elf next to him, he added his thanks for making the old man easily accept him into the tribe and for convincing the others to do so as well.
Soaring Eagle looked down, meeting the boy’s dark, limpid gaze. “We’re gonna eat good tonight, Little Fox!” He grinned.
Little Fox nodded, a faint, tiny smile tugging his lips upwards in a brief smile. He was tired of scavenging for food and if his new found protector was going to give him handouts, then he was not about to refuse them. With that in mind he eagerly went to assist the others in bringing the deer back to camp.
Later that evening, Little Fox had to endure the same questions and ribbing he got over being Soaring Eagle’s “pet” that he had when he first entered the camp. As a somewhat accepted member of the Tribe, he sat with Soaring Eagle’s friends around the Great Fire in the middle of camp. His belly full with the first decent meal he had had since leaving his own people, Little Fox stole shy, curious looks at the others. He noticed the young women of the tribe liked to flirt with Black Dog, while ignoring the one called Rabbit and Soaring Eagle, although Soaring Eagle did his best to get the girls to notice him. Then there was the one who clung to the shadows that the others called Walking Fire and apparently he was some sort of pet of Rabbit’s, although Little Fox was not sure, since Rabbit kept on changing the subject whenever anyone referred to him. The Tribe’s old shaman, Flaming Arrow, he figured was like himself, a friend simply because he belonged to someone and in the shaman’s case, it was Fierce like Panther. Looking over at her, Little Fox was amazed to see what he supposed was her normally stern expression soften whenever she gazed at her sleeping son. Little Fox thought the man was ancient until he realized that he was actually as old as he mistook Soaring Eagle for, the latter only looking old because of his paleness and his seeming senility was just a simple and easy going nature. He was just a fool in the company of those who had no place for foolishness, but he was tolerated and that gave Little Fox a measure of hope that he would be tolerated as well for as long as he stuck around.
Something one of the others had said caught Little Fox’s attention. “Who’s Little Hawk?” he asked.
“An idiot just like the rest of them,” Fierce like Panther replied, a hint of sadness in her bitter tone. She carefully rose to her feet, clutching the sleeping baby to her breast. “Come, Old Man,” she said to her husband.
Flaming Arrow stood. He tossed a sympathetic glance Little Fox’s way. “’night,” he said, and turning on his heel, he headed off towards his lodge with his wife.
“Little Hawk…” Rabbit began. He sighed sadly.
“Little Hawk was Panther’s brother. He… he uh, died,” Black Dog said.
“Oh…”
“Yeah,” Soaring Eagle chimed in. “He died on a great adventure! I remembered it happened two winters ago! He just kinda wandered away from camp, like you did,” he elbowed Little Fox in the ribs, “although he wasn’t as lucky.” He grinned at the boy.
Little Fox nodded. He listened to the tale Soaring Eagle spun, noting the way Black Dog and Rabbit often exchanged glances. Rabbit’s quiet sadness was not lost on him the way it was on Soaring Eagle and he mentally shook his head at the man’s denseness.
“Yeah, Little Hawk had a head for adventure; it’s a pity he never made it back alive.” Soaring Eagle sighed. “He was a good friend, wasn’t he, Rabbit?”
Rabbit rubbed tiredly at his eyes, trying to discreetly wipe away the tears that made his eyes suddenly smart. “Yeah. Anyway, I… I gotta go,” he said as he stood up to leave. “Every time Storm Chaser makes a peep I’ve gotta get up and tend to him.”
Black Dog snorted. “Yeah, he’s a good little wet nurse. See ya in the morning, Rabbit.”
Rabbit nodded, before melting into the shadows.
Little Fox, cocking his head to the side, listened to the Spirits of Land while the other two talked; or rather Black Dog scolded Soaring Eagle for bringing up Little Hawk. From what the Spirits said, Little Hawk was alive and that was why the others were so sad. Unfortunately, they never explained why his adopted Tribe believed him to be dead and Little Fox wisely kept his mouth shut, instead of asking Black Dog about it. Guiding him throughout his short life, they had never steered him wrong, so if they had wanted him to know he would know.
He stared into the flames, seeing glimpses of his own adventure unfolding. Images of himself and Soaring Eagle mingled with those of two little boys, who looked more like Townspeople than Elves. Sometimes he would see his father and remember the man’s pain and anguish whenever he mentioned the Spirits, other times he would see Soaring Eagle’s goofy grin as snatches of stories he knew the man would eventually tell him rang in his head, until a log crackled and popped, pulling him from the Spirit World. Little Fox yawned.
“I think you’d better take him back to your tent before he falls asleep in the fire, Eagle,” Black Dog said. He glanced over to where Morning Star and Blossom stood; holding onto to each other and giving him twin come-hither looks. He stood up and stretched. “I’ll be there in a minute, ladies,” he said to them, getting a girlish giggle in reply. “Good night.”
Soaring Eagle also stood up. He held out his hand to Little Fox. “Let’s go, boy.”
Little Fox took it, letting himself be hauled to his feet. He was suddenly a lot more tired than he had thought, leaning on Soaring Eagle, when he slung his arm around him as he guided the boy back to his tent. It was on the outskirts of the camp and Soaring Eagle, being a bit of an outcast as half the Tribe thought he was simple; the other being sure he was crazy, lived on the fringe of their society. As they walked through the maze of tents and lodges, Little Fox wondered if the man was as lonely as he was and if that was another reason the Spirits of Land had brought them together. When they finally reached Soaring Eagle’s tent, Little Fox was surprised to see it actually was a tent and not a lean-to like he figured he had. Crawling inside after him, Little Fox lay down on the pile of sleeping furs next to him. It was going to hot, the warm summer’s night already hinting at that, but the thought of going to sleep next to someone, who genuinely cared about him, was such a good one that Little Fox happily snuggled up next to Soaring Eagle. What made it even better was the Spirits of Land were quiet as he drifted off to sleep.
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Date: 2014-01-25 12:15 am (UTC)Soaring Eagle... *giggle-snort* Do we all know this guy, or what? XD
Very cool; can't wait to see more of them - they remind me of growing up, living in a teepee in the woods :)
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Date: 2014-01-25 05:18 pm (UTC)Yeah... But now he's got Soaring Eagle to look after him, so don't worry. :D
Oh yeah, and that's why we love him! ;p
Thanks! I'm sooo glad you like it!! I have some other things I need to get out of the way first, but I definitely plan on coming back them. :D
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Date: 2014-01-26 10:19 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-01-26 10:41 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-01-27 02:45 pm (UTC)(It's a long way to go - but I got there! Yay science!XD)
Yup :) The dork... lol
I love it and I can't wait to read more of it! Fascinating! :D
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Date: 2014-01-27 07:51 pm (UTC)Science is good. :D
:D
Thanks! Yeah, I'd love to write more for them too, but I have a Spamano fic I need to write for someone first. ^^; I'm just having some trouble getting Spain to talk to me. T.T